Honghuang: Blackmailing Hongjun at the beginning

Chapter 4
Hongjun, the representative of the Dao of Heaven, the leader of the prehistoric world, even if he is such an existence, feeling Zhou Xuan's gaze is also very stressful.

And the stronger the realm, the stronger this feeling.

When he reached the realm of Hongjun, he knew the horror of the Great Dao Realm best. If he hadn't been connected to the Dao of Heaven, the other party might be able to destroy him with a flip of his hand.

However, what is even more frightening is that the person staring at Hongjun is not the strong man of the Great Dao Realm, but the master of the Great Dao Realm, Zhou Xuan.

Such a young man looks ordinary, without any powerful aura, but the more he looks like this, the more he feels that the other party is unfathomable.

I don't even have the qualifications to speculate on the opponent's strength.

"Xiao Dao knows his mistake, and I am willing to offer the Qiankun Cauldron to make amends."

Hongjun was silent for a moment, then bowed and spoke.

Trail? !
This sentence fell into the ears of the Six Sages of Heaven and Dao, no less than thunder on the ground.

The majestic master of the Taoist sect, the teacher of the six sages, and the supreme existence in the prehistoric world, even called himself Xiaodao.

The Six Sages looked at Zhou Xuan, feeling more and more unfathomable. No wonder even his teacher Hongjun respected him to such an extent.

Hongjun's face was also a little embarrassed, and he lowered his status in front of his disciples, which was tantamount to embarrassing himself.

But what can he do?

Just now he directly shot at the Conferred God List, if his posture is not low, he might be beaten up by Xiaohua, a strong Daoist, and cut off the cultivation base of the million yuan club, and it will be embarrassing at that time.

"Senior, please don't refuse."

Hongjun waved his hand as he spoke, and a bronze tripod the size of his head appeared three feet away from Zhou Xuan, accompanied by endless black and yellow aura.

The sun, moon, mountains and rivers, rivers, lakes, and seas are engraved on this tripod.

It is permeated with chaotic aura, entwined with purple aura and black-yellow aura. Although it is a top-grade innate spirit treasure, its power is comparable to that of innate treasures.

What's more, the Qiankun Ding has been contaminated with merit through Nuwa's creation of man and mending the sky, and has become a treasure of merit and virtue, which is very extraordinary.

It can be said that Hongjun's shot is quite generous.

However, Zhou Xuan looked at the Qiankun Cauldron, just smiled, without any expression at all, but a trace of disdain in his eyes.

It wasn't that Zhou Xuan looked down on the Qiankun Ding, but he knew that in front of his eyes was the Daoist Hongjun, the greatest existence in the entire prehistoric world.

With Xiao Hua, a strong man in the Dao Realm, by his side to frighten everyone, of course, he must seize this opportunity, and if he doesn't make a good fortune, he will feel sorry for himself.

Zhou Xuan has already decided that when he leaves Zixiao Palace, he must become the wealthiest person in the entire prehistoric world, even Hongjun's spirit treasure is no match for him.

Zhou Xuan remained silent, his eyes still on Hongjun.

And Xiaohua took a step forward.

Hongjun panicked all of a sudden, what does Zhou Xuan mean by this?
Are you dissatisfied with your apology, or are you going to kill yourself?
Even if he could rely on the protection of the heavens to escape death, he still felt that his cultivation base would plummet. What should he do?
In an instant, Hongjun's mind was spinning a thousand times, thinking about countermeasures, and even a trace of cold sweat covered his forehead.

Zhou Xuan must have been unable to be satisfied with the Qiankun Cauldron that he sent, that's why it happened.

After all, he directly attacked the Conferred God List, and a Qiankun Cauldron naturally couldn't appease Zhou Xuan's anger.

"Senior, wait a moment, I have another treasure here, which is a gourd from Buzhou Mountain."

Hongjun quickly took out a purple-black gourd from his arms and held it in his hands.

The inside of this gourd is full of thunder and thunder, and it forms a world of its own, with the thunder of chaos gods constantly exploding, even if a saint is sucked into it, he will peel off his skin if he is not dead.

"Teacher, is this gourd the seventh gourd on the gourd vine?"

Lao Tzu couldn't help asking.

After the first sermon in Zixiao Palace, Sanqing, Nuwa, Taiyi and Hongyun had a feeling, anticipating a great opportunity on Buzhou Mountain.

Afterwards, each of them got a gourd from a congenital gourd vine on Buzhou Mountain.

But there is still a seventh gourd on that gourd vine, even though none of them have the opportunity and ability to take it off.

Moreover, the gourd vine withered, and the seventh gourd vine was difficult to mature, so I didn't take it to heart, but unexpectedly, it was taken back by my teacher Hongjun, and it was warmed up and matured.

With just one glance, Sanqing and Nuwa knew in their hearts that the chaotic gourd in the teacher's hand was a thousand times stronger than their own, at least at the level of an innate treasure.

Zhou Xuan looked at the chaotic gourd in Hongjun's hand, although he was a little pleasantly surprised. Although Hongjun had been given a lot of treasures, he still kept a lot of good things.

This wave of wool must be squeezed by oneself, and it must be squeezed well and hard, so that it is worthy of the name of Taoist ancestor.

"Ugh!"

Zhou Xuan shook his head slightly, deliberately showing a disappointed expression.

At the same time, Xiao Hua took another step forward.

(End of this chapter)