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Chapter 454 Holy seat
Others were afraid that the Zixiao Palace was dangerous and that there was fraud in it, but Wu Ming didn't have such worries.

At that moment, he gave Zhen Yuanzi a wink, which turned into colorful lights and projected towards Zixiao Palace.

Endless chaotic air currents washed over his body.

After countless years of painstaking training, Wu Ming is no longer Wuxia Amon, with the Fire Cloud Palace floating above his head, holding the Sanpo Gourd in both hands, it is more than a hundred times easier than climbing Buzhou Mountain.

The natural danger formed by the chaotic storm is no longer an obstacle.

In less than ten years, Wu Ming flashed all over his body and rushed in from under the three-character plaque of Zixiao Palace.

"Hey, I'm not the first one!" After entering Zixiao Palace, Wu Ming raised his eyes and found that four people had come before him.

Sanqing, headed by Laozi, occupies the first three futons, and Nuwa is sitting on the fourth one, playing with a red hydrangea.

Wu Ming looked around and found that Fuxi was not here, so he sat on the fifth futon and asked, "Why didn't your brother come?"

"I don't know, my brother and I came in together, but I have been here for nearly a hundred years, and I don't know why my brother still hasn't shown up." Nuwa shook her head and looked very confused, and Wu Ming also frowned slightly when she said it.

He also came in through the chaotic storm, and it took only a little over nine years to come from the border of chaos to Zixiao Palace.

Although Fuxi is not as fast as him, it will not take 100 years. Could it be that the distance from Zixiao Palace is not the same for different people.

Thinking of this possibility, Wu Ming thought of Zhen Yuanzi again, and instinctively realized that Zhen Yuanzi would not be able to sit on the sixth futon.

This feeling came very suddenly, but also very strong.

Wu Ming raised his head serenely, and glanced at the empty futon belonging to Patriarch Hongjun in the center of the hall.

If there is no memory of later generations, he will only think it is a coincidence, but with the memory of later generations, he is more inclined to have a pair of invisible hands controlling the ownership of the holy throne. It is not whoever comes early can sit in this position.

"I dare say that the sixth person who came in was Kunpeng," Wu Ming said in a low tone, and Nuwa and Sanqing raised their heads slightly.

Three years later, a gust of wind howled outside the hall, and a big bird that shrouded the sky turned into a human form at the door.

Sanqing and Nuwa looked up at the same time, and saw Kunpeng wearing a black feather coat and a black magic crown, walking in muttering: "Where did this Hongjun ancestor jump out? No one knows his origin, is he a born saint?"

Kunpeng walked into the hall, just in time to see Sanqing and Nuwa, looking at him in surprise.

Touching his face, Kunpeng didn't know what happened, so he sat on the sixth futon in doubt.

"Interesting, it's really Kunpeng!" Master Tongtian muttered in a low voice, and subconsciously glanced at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming watched his nose with his eyes and his mouth with his nose, looking like an old monk in meditation.

But Nuwa couldn't sit still, looked at Kunpeng who was sitting on the holy throne, and said, "It shouldn't be, my brother and I entered the chaos at the same time, I have been in Zixiao Palace for a hundred years, why is my brother still not?" So, it’s you who came from behind?”

No one answered this question, and Wu Ming also remained silent.

In the next hundred years, people would enter Zixiao Palace every three to five years. Fuxi entered in the third year, and Zhenyuanzi entered in the ninth year.

After asking, I realized that it was not Zixiao Palace that was moving, but a murderous intent hidden in the chaos, Fuxi and Zhen Yuanzi were both trapped.

"Sanqing was not trapped, Nuwa was not trapped, and Kunpeng and I were not trapped. Why are Fuxi and Zhen Yuanzi trapped? Is it really an accident?" Wu Ming is not a conspiracy theorist, but He still felt that this explanation was too far-fetched.

But there was no way to say these words, even the parties thought it was just an accident.

Wu Ming was a little confused, he wanted to put Zhen Yuanzi on the throne, but Zhen Yuanzi was delayed because of this.

Could it be said that the general trend of the world really cannot be changed, so is he destined to die like Hongyun after three lectures?

"Oh, I have a pity that I have a long journey to the west. I have worked so hard to get to Zixiao Palace. My legs are so tired that I don't even have a seat." Wu Ming was thinking here when he suddenly heard a burst of Howling.

Looking up, he found that Taoist Zhunti was sitting on the ground, crying with tears and snot, and the Taoist who was standing beside him was also embarrassed.

Those who can come in at this time are all people with names and surnames in the prehistoric world, and whoever comes out is not supernatural.

When the Taoist Zhunti made such a fuss, many people looked at each other, and some even yelled: "The two senior brothers are very pitiful, why don't we just give up two futons and share them with his senior brothers."

No need to look, this is someone who doesn't feel pain in his back when he stands up and talks, and says grapes are sour when he can't eat grapes.

Sanqing, who was sitting at the head, lowered their heads and did not move, as if I hadn't heard it.

Nuwa heard it, but she didn't say she was giving up her seat, but instead looked at Zhunti with a smile on her face, just like watching a monkey show in later generations.

After crying for a long time, no one gave up his seat, Taoist Zhunti opened his eyes slightly, and changed his way again.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, have you forgotten how my senior brother saved your life on Mount Buzhou? That time without my senior brother, you would have died on the mountain. There is no reason for you to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures! Now, I Senior brother came from afar, and his legs are weak, don't you just treat your savior like this regardless of the kindness of the past?" Taoist Zhunti held Wu Ming's hand, crying louder than before up.

Wu Ming clenched his teeth, he must repay the grace of salvation, but this chance of sanctification is only once.

In the final analysis, he is not the kind of person who would rather die himself than repay his kindness. He does not have that kind of integrity.

This time, if the holy throne is given up, it will be equivalent to taking Hongyun's old path, and the only time to die is now.

So, even if the people around were sighing and saying everything, Wu Ming just didn't move, pretending that he didn't know anything.

"People don't stand without trust. We don't need this position. Is a position more important than dignity?" Zhen Yuanzi persuaded with a thin-skinned and good-natured character.
Wu Ming himself was in a state of distress, and just about to say the seriousness of this, he felt a huge force on his shoulders, and he left his seat naturally.

After leaving his seat, Wu Ming hurriedly looked back, only to see Taoist Zhunti winking, and he knew who pushed him without thinking.

"Why, let's change it to snatching!" Wu Ming just wanted to snatch it back, but Zhen Yuanzi stopped him, and walked towards the periphery without saying a word.

Taoist Zhunti got the seat, and he smiled for a while, and quickly waved to the receptionist: "Come on, brother, you are older than me, you should take this seat."

Others said that he must have a dark heart, but he was 120 sincere when it came to seducing this senior brother.

Jieyin nodded with a wry smile. He knows the cause and effect of his specialization, and he can feel the importance of this position to himself, so he said: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, the last life-saving grace has been written off, and we owe it to the two brothers." You are a favor."

After saying this, the Taoist guide sat on the futon, bowed his head in shame, and chanted.

Zhunti saw that his brother had a seat, turned his eyes to Kunpeng again, waved the bodhi tree and hit forward, and said: "You scaled and horned beast, how can you sit here? Get out of the way!"

Kunpeng and Zhunti were neither related nor related, and they were scolded in public again, but of course they refused to give in.

It's a pity that Kunpeng's speed is very fast, but his cultivation level is comparable to that of Zhunti, or even a little weaker.

Caught off guard, Kunpeng didn't expect that Zhunti would make a move. He was hit by the bodhi tree and fell off the futon in embarrassment.

"Okay, you must mention it, if I don't use some tricks, I will really be underestimated by you!" Kunpeng was furious, and he was about to strike while talking.

It's a pity that before the two sides fought, the door of Zixiao Palace was suddenly closed, and a burst of whispers followed.

"Zixiao Palace is full of 3000 people. Starting from today, the gate of the palace will be closed, and we will start talking about Hunyuan Daoguo for 3000 years."

A voice resounded in everyone's hearts, and when they looked up, they saw that the door of the palace was closing, and there was an old man in white on the empty futon.

This white-clothed old man has a ruddy complexion, and he can't sense it at all in his spiritual consciousness.

Everyone raised their eyes to look at him, and there was a kind of mysterious and inextricable illusion, but they couldn't remember this person's appearance clearly.

"Those who don't have futons, separate on both sides. The next time you give a lecture, it will still be the same." Ancestor Hongjun waved his right hand, and Kunpeng, who was about to go up to grab the position, had no room to resist, and flew back into the crowd in an instant.

It's just such a shot, the people with great supernatural powers present all shuddered.

Kunpeng also dared not speak out, the hatred in his eyes almost turned into flames, first he took a deep look at Zhunti, and then at Wu Ming, obviously hating both of them.

(End of this chapter)