The blood of the wild river Styx

Chapter 59

As time passed, in the chaos, more and more cultivators arrived, and the outside of Zixiao Palace gradually became lively. From time to time, Taoists who were familiar with each other in twos and threes discussed in a low voice. It is extremely annoying to keep busy and communicate with all the cultivators present. Sanqing, Fuxi, Nuwa, Kunpeng and others look at Zhenyuanzi's face and don't care about it. Those ordinary Daluo Jinxian see that they are not opponents , I had no choice but to keep a stiff face and communicate with Taoist Hongyun, but in fact I was already extremely bored in my heart.

And that Hong Yun was not liked by others, without knowing it, he laughed three times from time to time: "Hahahaha, I didn't expect Zixiao Palace to be so lively today, and I am very relieved to see so many fellow Taoists."

"Bastard, Taoist Hongyun is simply abominable. If it weren't for your late stage cultivation of Da Luo Jinxian, the poor Taoist and others would have killed you long ago, hum." Many cultivators secretly despised and cursed.

Hong Yun didn't know how to restrain himself, and after a while, even with a smile on his face, he approached the empty chaos where Styx and Taoist Mosquito were meditating. It seemed that they planned to have a chat, and all the cultivators were speechless.

"Hong Yun, I don't have time to pay attention to you. Get out." Seeing Hong Yun walking slowly, Ming He didn't care about other things. The stock has a big impact.Hong Yun's body trembled, only to feel that for an instant, he seemed to be in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and countless death and murderous intentions emerged in his mind, making his heart jump.

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi, who was meditating over there, couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Hongyun, the [-]-year deadline is approaching, and Zixiao Palace must be about to start a lecture, you'd better come back and wait quietly."

"Uh, okay, Brother Zhenyuan said..." Hong Yun looked at Styx and said awkwardly.

"Hiss! This Taoist Minghe is so vicious. He doesn't care about offending a late Da Luo Jinxian. Even Zhen Yuanzi is not afraid of him. He is so vicious." For a moment, countless Da Luo Jinxian cultivators looked at Minghe. He was so decisive, he didn't give Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi any face, and cursed directly, feeling the fierceness around Ming He, his eyelids twitched wildly.

At this moment, in the rumbling chaos in the distance, two powerful auras swept in. Styx suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look, only to see Houtu and Xuanming of the Wu Clan coming hand in hand , the second daughter has a strong aura around her body, but she is a master comparable to the late Da Luo Jinxian. At present, everyone dare not underestimate her, even Sanqing, Nuwa, Fuxi and others have opened their eyes to watch.

"Houtu, Xuanming, I have met fellow Taoists of Minghe." The two girls of Houtu ignored the others and came to Minghe's side, saluted slightly, and spoke in a soft voice, like friends they had not seen for many years.

"It's been a long time since you two Dao brothers, why are you two the only ones here, what about the other Dao brothers?" Although Ming He roughly knew the reason why Di Jiang, Zhu Rong and others didn't come, he still asked with a smile.

"Brother, they said that my witch clan has a self-contained system of cultivation. I don't have a soul, so I can't comprehend the way of heaven. Even if I come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Tao, it won't be very effective. Sister Houtu insisted on coming and asking the saint Hongjun, is there any other way for my witch clan to prove the Tao? I came here with Houtu.

Styx, I haven't seen you for so many years, but your cultivation is getting stronger and stronger! "Xuan Ming said happily.

Hou Tu looked at Xuan Ming strangely, and said to himself: "When you said you were going to Zixiao Palace, you were more active than me, okay? Also, why don't you talk so much when you are in Pangu Palace?"

"Haha, so that's the case. Your witch clan is inherited from Pangu's lineage, so what if you don't have a primordial spirit? I believe that God will not treat you badly." Minghe looked at Houtu and Xuanming, and smiled.

Hearing this, the second daughter showed a happy expression on her pretty face, and sat up cross-legged in meditation.

"Where do these two female cultivators come from? Not to mention their strong strength, they actually have a very happy conversation with that Taoist Minghe, as if they have known each other for a long time." All the major cultivators here were curious.

"These two people have a disgusting aura!" Di Jun and Tai Yi looked at Hou Tu and Xuan Ming coldly.The two clans of liches are mortal enemies. Even if there is no conflict now, when the future demon emperor meets the ancestor witch, he can instinctively feel that the other party is his lifelong enemy.

"Both of them have a strong aura of Pangu's blood." Sanqing looked at the two girls in surprise.

Just when everyone was thinking differently, the gate of Zixiao Palace opened with a bang, everyone's expression changed, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw a couple of golden boys and jade girls coming out, obviously they were similar to the gatekeepers. Characters, but the cultivation of these two children made many practitioners present have their pupils constricted, their eyelids twitching wildly, revealing a trace of horror, Da Luo Jinxian middle stage?

In the Zixiao Palace, do the two gatekeepers actually have the mid-term cultivation of Daluo Jinxian?
"Haotian, Yaochi?" Minghe looked at the two door boys, and frowned slightly.

At this time, the boy looked at the crowd and said loudly: "Brothers, a hundred years have passed, and the teacher is about to give a lecture on the Dao. There must be no noise in Zixiao Palace, please come in quickly."

"Brother Dao's words are very good!" When everyone heard this, they nodded in agreement and walked towards the palace.

But as soon as they entered the main hall, all the cultivators were taken aback for a moment, and saw the main seat of the main hall. Under the preaching platform, there were six futons, only six. These futons seemed normal, but in fact they seemed to contain a mysterious aura. Generally speaking, in this way, how come everyone still doesn't understand that this futon must represent a great opportunity?But in Zixiao Palace, it is not easy to fight, so you can only rush away.

"Hmm! These futons are actually condensed by the power of the heavens. No wonder they are rumored to represent the holy throne? Sitting on them and listening to the sermon can indeed assist in the practice and speed up the understanding of the heavens, but for me, Styx, they are not attractive. .Once you sit down, it’s as if you owe Heaven a favor, even if you don’t become a saint in the end by borrowing the primordial purple energy, but before this favor is returned to Heaven, it may be restrained and affected, hmph.” Styx There was a strange light in his eyes, his pupils narrowed and looked at the six futons, his eyes were deep in thought, suddenly he felt someone pulling his sleeve, he couldn't help but looked to the side strangely, it was Xuan Ming and Hou Tu who pulled him.

"Two fellow daoists, what's the matter?" Minghe looked at the two girls in surprise, and asked strangely.

"We Wu Clan don't cultivate the primordial spirit. It's useless to ask for this futon, but it's good for you. Let's squeeze over and grab a futon for you." Xuanming's anxious voice transmission echoed in his mind.

"Hehe, there's no need to be like this, I don't want to sit on this futon." Ming He was taken aback, shaking his head and said.

Speaking of which, he took the frontmost seat behind the first row of futons in Zixiao Palace, and sat down with Houtu, Xuanming and Taoist Mosquito, and he didn't care about the people pushing and fighting for futons in Zixiao Palace .Others didn't notice his calmness, but Houtu and Xuanming were secretly anxious.

"Why didn't the master grab it? Could it be that the futon is weird!" Taoist Mosquito speculated in his mind.

Several people have different thoughts, but all these psychological changes, the behavior of Styx and others sitting down, seems complicated, but in fact it is completed in an instant, and Zixiao Palace is in a mess, and all the cultivators are vying for futons, and it will soon be over. With the results, Sanqing was deeply blessed, and Pangu was authentic, and grabbed the first three positions; Nuwa, with the help of her brother Fuxi, sat in the fourth place; as for the remaining two positions, they were taken by Taoist Kunpeng who was good at speed. He robbed Taoist Hongyun and sat down firmly.

"I didn't want to, but they took the lead." Seeing this, all the cultivators felt helpless.

When Zhen Yuanzi, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi...and other big cultivators who had no futons had no choice but to find a place close to the preaching platform, they were suddenly surprised to find that there were six futons in the first row. Afterwards, the position closest to the preaching platform was already occupied by Styx and others.

"Styx, why didn't you force the futon? Hmph." All the cultivators glared at Styx, and immediately sat down in a seat that suited them. Not long after, Zixiao Palace was full of people and fell silent.

But at this time, when everyone was quietly waiting for Taoist Hongjun to appear and start talking about the Dao, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the palace gate. Anxious, stepping in in a state of embarrassment.

The two Taoists, seeing the whole body of cultivators in the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and the six futons in front of them, each of them was already full, couldn't help but look ugly. One of them, turning his eyes, burst into tears, his appearance was very sad , Howled: "Senior brother, I never thought that you and I would travel thousands of miles to listen to the sermon. We wanted to seek a way for all living beings in the western lands, but we didn't even have a seat. If this is the case, we might as well die Forget it." The Taoist cried out in grief, and slammed his head against the pillar.

"Junior Brother, this must not be like this. You and I can sit down in the corner casually and listen to the sermon." Seeing this, another Taoist hurriedly stopped him, his face showing pain, as if his parents had died.

"Brother Dao, don't do this!" Most of the cultivators watched with cold eyes and said lightly.

As for Styx, he didn't even open his mouth, and his eyes looked at Taoist Hongyun who was sitting in front of him.Suddenly, Taoist Hongyun stood up suddenly, and said loudly: "Brother Daoist, you must not, it's okay for the poor Taoist to let you be."

"Thank you, Brother Dao." The Taoist was overjoyed when he saw this, thanked him casually, and sat down hastily.

The multi-cultivator's face in the hall suddenly froze, looking at Hongyun, it was like looking at a fool!
"Since sitting on the futon, you owe the karma of heaven. If you give up voluntarily, the karma still exists. Hehe, in the calamity of the Lich, if you don't die as Taoist Hongyun, whoever will die." Styx sneered.

At this time, the Taoist who was sitting on the red cloud futon saw that his brother had no seat, and looked at the first five cultivators who were sitting on the futon. Who? How can you be qualified to sit on the same level as me, and still not retreat."

"Bastard, you, what are you talking about...?" Taoist Kunpeng roared furiously.

At this time, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Kunpeng contemptuously, and said coldly: "This Taoist brother is right, people with fur and horns are not qualified to sit on this honor, and I will not let this Taoist brother."

At the moment, all the cultivators were booing to give up their seats. Kunpeng had a big anger in his eyes, and he was even more unwilling, but he had to stand up and give up his seat due to the anger of the crowd, and walked away with a sullen expression.

"Thanks to this Taoist brother for letting me go, I am grateful to the poor Taoist!" said the Taoist with a distressed face.

Everything that happened in the hall, whether it was Hongyun's stupidity, Zhunti's shamelessness, Kunpeng's resentment, or Yuanshi Tianzun's arrogance, Styx saw it all, but he didn't intervene. The purpose is just to hear the word.As for the grievances and grievances of all the cultivators, what has it to do with him?He Daoist Minghe cultivates and understands the way of blood, and he doesn't even bother to use the primordial purple energy, rely on the help of the heaven, and owe the great cause and effect of the heaven to achieve the holy way!Not to mention worshiping Taoist Hongjun's Taoist sect!

Just when the farce of Zhunti, Hongyun... and others was over, on the cloud platform in front of him, suddenly an old Taoist with a strange face slowly showed his figure, his breath was ethereal but obscure.

This Taoist is not Hongjun, the first saint in the prehistoric world, but who is he?

(End of this chapter)