Honghuang: Starting from the Enlightenment of the Great Emperor Dongyue

Chapter 45: Eight Futons (Please read and collect, thank you~)

at this time.

Another twelve figures came stepping on the rainbow light of the law. Each figure exuded a wild and ancient aura, carrying the arrogance and tyranny of the ancient times!

The leader was a burly man, standing tall and upright, with the power of space surrounding him. He was none other than the Ancestral Witch Dijiang.

"It seems that we brothers and sisters have missed a great show. What a pity, what a pity!" He shook his head regretfully.

Dijiang looked around and finally set his eyes on Taicang. He bowed and said in a loud voice: "Greetings, Heavenly Lord!" He was free and easy.

This seemingly simple greeting contained a trace of the power of the laws of space, which shocked many cultivators who had just entered the Daluo realm and made them lose their balance and turn pale.

Give them a warning right from the start.

The other ancestor witches also saluted Taicang, and there was a hint of respect in everyone's tone, including Zhurong, who had been suppressed by Ditai for a thousand years.

Taicang nodded slightly, his eyes full of interest.

These guys actually know etiquette.

Zhu Rong saw the burnt-scorched Dong Wang Gong and said disdainfully, "Such frailty! The Immortals are such effeminate women."

Think about how many times he was whipped, but he never uttered a single cry!
However, why do these Shinto guys love to use whips? Zhu Rong glanced at the golden whip in Taicang's hand and subconsciously touched his back.

Di Jiang turned around and saw Di Jun, surrounded by so many stars. He grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, and teased, "Di Jun, I didn't expect you to come too! What's up? You're not leading your demon tribe to seize territory anymore, but are here to be a good student?"

Now in the central region of the continent, the new and old hatreds between the demon clan and the witch clan are about to become irreconcilable.

Di Jun said with a forced smile, "Don't worry about my affairs, Ancestral Witch! But why are you, the Witch Clan, joining in the fun? You guys, who only know brute force, are you capable of listening to the teachings of a sage? Without you, how can those roughnecks of the Witch Clan defend Pangu Palace?"

Zhu Rong, with his fiery temper, could not tolerate this. He glared at him, flames rising from his body, ready to devour anyone he chose. He roared, "You birdman! If your demon clan can come, why can't my witch clan? Could it be that this Zixiao Palace belongs to your demon clan? Do we need your demon clan's consent to come here?"

"Zhu Rong!" Di Jiang shouted, stopping Zhu Rong, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Today is the day when the saint is preaching. Give the saint face and don't cause trouble."

Although Zhu Rong was somewhat unwilling, he snorted coldly and glared at Di Jun fiercely, "The demon clan is a bunch of rabble, currently relying on the huge base of the Ten Thousand Clans. We will see who wins on the battlefield in the future."

Di Jun showed no sign of weakness and sneered, "I'm at your service any time!"

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn. Many gods were secretly frightened, fearing that the two would start fighting if they disagreed.

………………

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun's expression suddenly changed unpredictably, sometimes gentle like a spring breeze, sometimes cold like ice.

"Okay, stop wasting time. Everyone's here," Hongjun said. "You can continue your preaching as normal later. Don't do anything tricky. I won't argue with you about how many disciples you want to accept, nor will I fight with you for control. But you must not use the way of God to make trouble."

Hongjun was silent, looking at the self-righteous "Hongjun".

Sometimes Hongjun really wonders where Hongmeng Qi's consciousness learned to be so talkative, it can choke people to death!

I just don't know how long you can be so proud. Do you think that if the Heavenly Dao becomes stronger, it can cut off the connection between me and me, and that I won't know about your actions?
Let’s see how long you can be so proud.

"If you don't deny it, it means you agree..." "Hongjun" said with a smile.

………………

The air around them suddenly froze. The originally bustling Zixiao Palace was now completely silent, so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Di Jun and Di Jiang, who had been on edge moments ago, now tacitly restrained their auras, their gazes fixed on the slowly opening gates of the Zixiao Palace. The towering Zixiao Palace was now filled with a shimmering purple aura, swirling with Daoist rhythms, and countless Daoist patterns flickering.

As the door opened, a vast pressure surged out like a tide, and the space was slightly distorted.

Under this pressure, everyone present felt their hearts sink and breathing became difficult.

Even someone as arrogant as Di Jun and as powerful as Di Jiang couldn't help but change his expression slightly, with a hint of awe in his eyes.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the door that was slowly opening.

Only Taicang and Nuwa, who were standing at the front, were calm and composed. Their aura was faintly in harmony with that of heaven and man, and their supreme aura was comparable to the pressure of a saint.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, two figures slowly walked out of the gate.

They were a pair of delicate and beautiful boys, one of them was wearing a golden Taoist robe, and the other was wearing a silver Taoist robe. They had delicate faces and extraordinary temperaments.

Although the two boys are still young, they exude dignity in their every move.

Their eyes swept across the entire venue, finally landing on Taicang and the other man, with a strange look flashing in their eyes.

"The Purple Sky Palace is now open, everyone please come in."

The two boys bowed to everyone.

Everyone came to their senses at this point, collected their thoughts, and looked inside the gate.

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

In the center of the hall, there is a high platform, on both sides of the platform, there is a cloud bed.

There are eight cushions placed in front of the platform.
Taicang raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, "How strange! Eight cushions, nine is the limit. Hongjun is going to summon all the saints of Xuanmen."

He turned to look at Nuwa beside him and whispered, "Let's go!"

After saying that, Taicang took the lead and walked towards the platform.

Nuwa followed closely behind.

The two of them were originally standing in front of everyone. Before they took a step, their majesty was comparable to that of the Supreme Being, and no one around them dared to approach rashly.

Taicang and the other man sat on two cloud platforms, quietly waiting for Hongjun's arrival.

After Taicang and the other man sat down, the rest of the people stared at the eight cushions under the platform with envy, their eyes gleaming with desire.

Under the high platform, the eight cushions exude a strong Taoist aura. Even a fool would know that the eight cushions are of extraordinary significance.

The moment Taicang and the other man sat down, everyone used their magical powers, transformed into streams of light, and rushed towards the eight cushions.

The Three Pure Ones had the same aura and were connected in mind. They joined forces and, as expected, occupied the first three positions. They sat steadily on the cushions with a smile on their faces.

Di Jun and Tai Yi did not dare to fall behind, so they joined forces and used the Golden Crow Transformation into Rainbow. At the last moment, Tai Yi gave a sudden push, helping Di Jun to grab the fourth cushion.

When Taiyi was about to grab the fifth cushion, a pure Yang figure flashed past him. Dong Wanggong had disheveled hair and was coughing up blood. He used a secret method to sit on the fifth seat.

Others may not know, but these disciples of Xuanmen can still see the trick. These eight cushions may be the core of Xuanmen in the future. Since the teacher did not say it explicitly, it is the same as everyone else. Whoever grabs the opportunity will get it.

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