Honghuang Xuanyang Dao

Chapter 91 Three Sermons (Subscription Request)
He passed through the thirty-three outer heavens without stopping and flew directly into the chaos. He saw a golden bridge and walked up it.

After a while, Li Xuanyang arrived at the white jade square in front of Zixiao Palace, and saw Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun standing on the square chatting and laughing.

"Xuan Yang greets the two Daoists!" Li Xuan Yang walked over, bowed to Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun with a smile, and asked, "Why don't the two Daoists take a seat inside the palace? Why are you chatting here?"

"Hello, fellow Taoist!" Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun bowed to Li Xuanyang in return.

Hong Yun glanced at the gate of Zixiao Palace and said unhappily, "It's all because of the demon tribe. It's such a quiet place, but they made it so noisy and foul."

"We two had no choice but to come out and hide away for some quiet time."

"Di Jun, Tai Yi and others brought all the demon saints and gods of the demon clan to the Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures?" Li Xuanyang's heart moved, and he understood what was going on.

The last time, the wizards and liches fought each other, the demons suffered heavy losses. Countless demon saints and gods died, and even Fuxi and Di Jun were severely injured by the divine thunder of Dutian.

Now, only tens of thousands of years have passed, and the demon clan is trapped in the heaven. It is not easy to restore its strength. Even the 365 Daluo Jinxian may not be able to gather together.

And now it happened that the Zixiao Palace was giving three sermons. How could Di Jun and others miss such an opportunity? They would definitely bring all the demon saints and demon gods to listen to the lectures, so that there were hundreds of demons gathered in the Zixiao Palace, making endless noise.

This made all the monks in the palace feel annoyed.

Unfortunately, the Zixiao Palace could only accommodate three thousand people. Even though the cultivators were annoyed, they did not dare to leave the Zixiao Palace easily for fear of missing the opportunity.

Only Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were there, and they couldn't help but come out to hide for some peace and quiet.

"Hmph, could it be that Di Jun and Tai Yi have forgotten that the teacher scolded them for this matter last time?" Hong Yun frowned, his face showing resentment.

"This Dijun and Taiyi have a good idea." Li Xuanyang frowned, and quickly thought of Dijun and Taiyi's plan, and said meaningfully: "Last time, the teacher only said to restrict us, the Qigong cultivators. Dijun, Taiyi and others are demons and don't cultivate the three flowers of the soul."

What's more, this time Di Jun and Tai Yi brought a group of demon saints and demon gods to Zixiao Palace to listen to the lecture, which can not only increase the cultivation strength of the demon saints and demon gods, but also boost the momentum of the demon clan's heavenly court.

In addition, the most crucial thing is that Zixiao Palace can only accommodate 3,000 cultivators at a time. These demon saints and demon gods who come to Zixiao Palace will definitely seize the places of a group of cultivators.

At least hundreds of cultivators missed the opportunity and were unable to give three sermons in Zixiao Palace.

After hearing Li Xuanyang's words, Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed slightly. He said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about this. Those demon saints and demon gods cultivate the primordial spirit and Dharma image, which is not the lineage of Qi cultivators like us."

“I wonder how many fellow cultivators will miss out on opportunities because of the demon race!”

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head slightly, revealing a trace of regret, but said helplessly: "But there is nothing we can do about this."

It’s not that the cultivators in the palace are unaware of the plans of Di Jun, Tai Yi and others, but they are helpless.

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun once said that anyone who is predestined can come and listen.

Since these demon saints and demon gods can come to Zixiao Palace, they must have a connection.

Since we are destined to be together, how can we drive it away?

"Don't worry, fellow Taoists. I'm afraid Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the other demons will have wasted their time." Li Xuanyang suddenly smiled and said, "If it were me, I would rather stay in Heaven and cultivate."

"Why do you say that, fellow Daoist!" Hongyun was a little puzzled by Li Xuanyang's words. Daoist Ancestor Hongjun's preaching was a great opportunity, so how could it be in vain!
"Haha!" Li Xuanyang laughed and said, "Last time, the teacher talked about the way of transcendence and the way of quasi-saints. This time, after three lectures, he must have covered the realm above quasi-saints."

"But the demon saints and demon gods brought by Di Jun, Tai Yi and others are only at the level of Daluo Jinxian, and some are even Taiyi Jinxian, who have not yet killed one of the three corpses of good and evil. How can they understand?"

This time, Hongjun Daozu talked about the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.

Not to mention the demon saints and demon gods who have not yet been beheaded, even quasi-saints with great supernatural powers such as Li Xuanyang and Zhen Yuanzi may not be able to understand much.

It is conceivable that these demon saints and demon gods could only be sent out of Zixiao Palace by Hongjun Daozu in the end, so their trip was in vain.

Even if there are gains, I am afraid they will not meet expectations.

"Fellow Daoist, you are right. I'm afraid Di Jun and Tai Yi have made a wrong decision this time." Upon hearing Li Xuanyang's words, Hong Yun clapped his hands happily and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's a pity that a group of fellow monks in the palace in the past missed the opportunity because of this." Zhen Yuanzi sighed lightly, feeling a little regretful.

Li Xuanyang could only shake his head helplessly. At this point, they could only blame their own lack of luck. He suddenly thought of Prince Pan and the strange Taoist priest, "It seems I need to take a closer look at the fellow cultivators in the palace."

They chatted for about half a day, and when they felt it was about time, Li Xuanyang, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hong Yun walked towards the Zixiao Palace.

Seeing Li Xuanyang, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hong Yun approaching, Haotian and Yaochi bowed and saluted, saying, "Haotian and Yaochi greet the three immortals!"

"Greetings to the two boys." Li Xuanyang reached into his sleeves and took out two packets of spiritual tea for enlightenment and some spiritual fruits, and handed them to Haotian and Yaochi.

Seeing this, Haotian and Yaoji quickly shook their heads and refused, saying, "Master, please don't do this. How dare we accept your gift again?"

Li Xuanyang, Haotian and Yaoji bowed and said with a smile: "Just take it, boys." After that, Li Xuanyang threw the spiritual tea and spiritual fruit for enlightenment to Haotian and Yaochi, and walked into the Zixiao Palace.

The two of them could only take it quickly, and looked at Li Xuanyang's back as he walked into Zixiao Palace, their faces turned bitter.

"Let's see how you are going to explain this to the master?" Yao Chi glared at Haotian unhappily.

"It's really hard to explain." Looking at the spiritual tea of ​​enlightenment in his hand, Haotian had a sad face. This time, the master didn't ask him to ask for this thing, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

As soon as he entered the Zixiao Palace, Li Xuanyang frowned. It was just as Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun said.

At this time, all the demon saints and demon gods in the palace were making loud noises.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun smiled helplessly at Li Xuanyang and each found a place to sit down.

Li Xuanyang walked to the back of the Shangqing Taoist and sat down. Seeing that the Three Pure Ones had their eyes closed and their minds wandering in the void, he looked around at the cultivators in the palace.

"No King Pan?" Li Xuanyang frowned. Not only did he not see the Taoist priest, he had not even seen King Pan. He didn't know whether he had come or whether this Taoist priest was not originally a fellow cultivator in Zixiao Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Chunyang is here!"

At this time, a monk in the palace suddenly pointed at a monk in a golden Taoist robe who was leading the way in from the gate of Zixiao Palace and shouted.

As soon as these words were spoken, many cultivators and demons in the palace looked towards the door, and saw more than a hundred cultivators accompanying the Pure Yang Taoist walking in.

Among them are many Golden Immortal cultivators, who are so powerful that they show the presence of a great force. Their numbers are second only to the demon clan.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists!" Taoist Chunyang bowed and greeted the group of fellow Daoists in the palace. "Why are you being so polite, fellow Daoists?" Hundreds of fellow Daoists stood up and exchanged greetings with Taoist Chunyang, demonstrating the growing power of the Chunyang lineage over tens of thousands of years.

For a moment, the noisy sounds in Zixiao Palace suddenly stopped.

Di Jun, Tai Yi and other demons looked at Taoist Chun Yang coldly.

"It seems that fellow Daoist has forgotten what I said at the beginning." Taiyi's eyes were filled with murderous intent and he said coldly.

Before Taoist Chunyang could speak, he heard a loud laugh coming from outside the palace, "Little demon!"

"You are still so arrogant! Do you dare to talk to me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Di Jun, Tai Yi and other demon saints and demon gods all changed their expressions and looked towards the door with shock and anger.

"The ancestor of the witch clan!"

"How dare you, the ancestors of the Wu clan, come to Zixiao Palace and act so presumptuously!"

"Hmph, Di Jiang, you Wu clan members don't have a primordial spirit and don't cultivate the Three Flowers. Are you coming to Zixiao Palace to cause trouble?"

Seeing the ancestor of the witch clan coming, a group of demon saints and demon gods started to make sarcastic remarks.

Among them, many demon saints and demon gods laughed angrily, their tone full of sarcasm.

"You, the demon clan, are allowed to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures? But my witch clan is not allowed to come!" As the voice sounded, two ancestor witches walked in from outside the gate of Zixiao Palace. One was the ancestor witch Dijiang, and the other was the ancestor witch Houtu.

"Daoist Ancestor Hongjun once said that anyone who is destined to hear this lecture can come and listen."

"Since this witch is able to come to Zixiao Palace, I am the one with a predestined relationship as mentioned by Daozu Hongjun."

Di Jiang looked at Di Jun and the other demon saints and gods with disdain and said sarcastically, "Besides, my Wu clan is born without a primordial spirit and does not cultivate the Three Flowers. But how much better can you demons be?"

"You still haven't cultivated the three flowers of the soul!"

"Isn't it the same as my Wu clan?"

In response to the ridicule of the demon clan, Di Jiang was not polite and directly pointed out that the demon clan did not cultivate the three flowers of the soul and were not people from the Xuanmen. This made the demon saints and gods extremely angry, but they could not refute it.

After all, just as Di Jiang said, the demon race does not cultivate the three flowers of the soul. What they cultivate is the demon race's soul form, and they are not considered to be people of the Xuanmen.

"Di Jiang!" Taiyi suddenly stood up, staring at Di Jiang and Hou Tu with a murderous look in his eyes. "Today, I will kill you two right here. I want to see how you, the Wu Clan, will set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!"

Di Jun, Xihe and other demon saints and gods followed closely behind, forming a battle formation and surrounding Di Jiang and Hou Tu. They were filled with murderous intent and their eyes were full of eagerness, as if they were ready to start a fight.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi!" Taoist Chun Yang looked at the two with an expressionless face and said calmly, "During my last sermon, Master said that no noise was allowed in Zixiao Palace. Are you demons planning to disobey Master's order?"

"Chun Yang!" Tai Yi was furious. He stared gloomily at the Taoist priest Chun Yang for a long while. Then, he laughed in anger and shouted, "Okay, I will remember this."

Seeing that the demon clan, the witch clan and the Pure Yang Taoist were arguing in the Zixiao Palace, all the cultivators around them looked like they were enjoying the show, with faces full of gloating, and they were eager for Di Jiang, Tai Yi and others to fight.

"Step back and don't make any noise." Di Jun said coldly, then he and Taiyi and others returned to their seats and sat down. He was filled with murderous intent towards Di Jiang, Hou Tu, and Chunyang Taoist.

If this place was not the Zixiao Palace, Taiyi would have to kill Dijiang, Houtu and Chunyang Taoist here today even if it meant risking the punishment from Hongjun Daozu.

As long as Dijiang and Houtu die, there will be a vacancy among the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan. Then we will see how they will set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

The Chunyang lineage is even more vulnerable than a bunch of chickens and clay dogs.

Over the years, Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fu Xi have been thinking about how to break the Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and they have finally made some progress.

According to Fuxi's guess, as long as one or two ancestor witches were killed, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation would collapse on its own.

Li Xuanyang ignored the verbal battles between the demon clan, the witch clan and the Pure Yang Taoist. His eyes were fixed on a Taoist from the Pure Yang lineage. The Taoist looked very unfamiliar, as if he had never seen him before, but the Chaos Pearl in his soul once again gave rise to a faint throbbing.

"The Pure Yang lineage!" Li Xuanyang frowned, "How did they get involved with Fellow Daoist Chunyang?"

"Could it be related to the disciples of the Chunyang lineage?"

Li Xuanyang felt that something was not right. Whether it was King Pan or that Taoist priest, they all had the ability to become quasi-saints, enough to be on equal terms with Taoist Chunyang. How could they get involved with a group of juniors?

"And why does King Pan collect souls?"

He asked Taoist Bai Lian to collect the corpses of the two tribes of witches and liches, just to nourish and strengthen the Moon-Swallowing Soul-Devouring Sword, and King Pan to feed the poisonous insects!
Li Xuanyang also felt that something was wrong with this matter.

"quiet!"

After a few hours, Haotian and Yaochi, two young men, walked up to the cloud bed and said softly, "Stop making any noise! ​​The master's carriage will be here soon!"

In Zixiao Palace, whether it was the cultivators or the demons, they all fell silent almost at the same time.

For a moment, the entire Zixiao Palace was silent, and everyone stood still, staring at the cloud bed in front of them.

Li Xuanyang retracted his gaze and looked at the cloud bed. He saw that Daozu Hongjun had appeared on the cloud bed silently, without even a trace of fluctuation.

Not only Li Xuanyang was shocked, but all the cultivators in the palace were also shocked.

At this time, the feeling given to Li Xuanyang by Hongjun Daozu was that not only was there no breath of him, but even his soul could not feel the existence of Hongjun Daozu.

But it seems to be everywhere, just like the way of heaven.

A gleam of light flashed in Li Xuanyang's eyes. It seemed that Hongjun Daozu was about to merge with the Dao. At that time, Hongjun Daozu would be the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao was not Hongjun Daozu.

Thinking of this, Li Xuanyang sighed slightly in his heart, and then he withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. He stood up with everyone else, saluted respectfully to Hongjun Daozu, and shouted loudly: "Greetings, teacher, may your holy life be endless!"

"This is my third sermon. Do you have any questions before I start? Feel free to ask!" Daozu Hongjun still had no expression on his face. He glanced at everyone with his eyes without any sadness or joy, and said slowly.

At this moment, Hongjun Daozu gave Li Xuanyang an indescribable feeling of discomfort all over his body. There was no emotion in his words, as if he was like air to everyone in Zixiao Palace.

(End of this chapter)