Great Landlord: Pangu is my parent's worker

Zixiaoke rushed to hear the news.

The first to arrive was Sanqing.

Sit on the first three futons.

Nuwa also came and sat on the fourth futon.

Zhun Ti came in together and sat on the fifth futon.

Then there was Di Jun Taiyi, Di Jun sat on the futon, the power of the quasi-saint inadvertently diverged, and the surrounding purple Xiao guests had to retreat from the edge.

“See, four of the six enlightenment futons have already become quasi-saints.”

“Yes, only primitive and heavenly.”

“What about Sanqing, it’s better to be junti and taiyi, people who don’t sit on the futon are quasi-saints.”

The sound of discussion made the original face extremely ugly.

He is an extremely good-faced person, and he can’t stand the scorn of others the most.

It’s a pity that there is no way, and at the moment I can only swallow my anger.

Di Jun laughed next to him.

“Primordial, aren’t you an authentic Pangu, you haven’t become a quasi-saint yet, it’s really a shame to Pangu Father God.”

The primitive face turned blue for a while, and he couldn’t wait to tear Di Jun apart.

“I am about to break through the quasi-saint, but unfortunately just in time for the saint to preach, I will temporarily run aground.”

“It’s the same as the real thing, it’s really shameful.”

Di Jun sneered, the original did not even have a decent magic weapon, how to behead the corpse into a quasi-saint.

A chorus of bells and drums suddenly sounded outside the Zixiao Palace.

Then a golden bridge stretched into the Zixiao Palace.

Holding the first yang staff in his hand, with the first four middle and second light effects of the male immortal on his head, the short-lived Ghost Dong Prince, who was walking step by step, walked in.

Followed by ten Da Luo Golden Immortals, and there were hundreds of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Everyone hugged the Prince of the East to the listening platform, and the Zixiao guests retreated one after another.

The Prince of the East is the head of the male immortals.

Then Hongjun personally conferred the title.

In the flood wilderness, a large number of cultivators were recruited as subordinates.

Acting domineeringly, no one dares to mess with it.

Taiyi whispered:

“Brother, there are a lot of good things in this Eastern Prince.”

Di Jun turned his head and looked over.

In addition to the companion magic weapon Ultimate Spirit Treasure Shouyang Scepter held by the Eastern Prince, the Prince of the East.

He also has a purple sun pearl crown on his head, and the top-grade innate spirit treasure can attract purple yang qi cultivation, and can also defend against the attack of Da Luo Golden Immortal.

Wearing the Heavenly Fortune Robe, which can increase the wearer’s luck, but also increase the luck, and the Chinese grade Innate Lingbao.

He also holds two beads in his hand, which are Shouyang Twin Beads, and the Innate Spirit Treasure of the Middle Grade.

There are also shoes under the feet, Xiangyun Qingxiao boots, the wind under the feet, the rapid flight, and the top grade innate Lingbao.

There are also belts and wrenches, all of which are medium-grade innate lingbao.

Di Jun’s eyes narrowed slightly, it seems that this Eastern Prince has not fished for oil.

It has changed from the original weak chicken to a big fat sheep.

Just enough to pinch a handful of wool and honor the landlord.

“You are a flat-haired beast, look at what, I haven’t asked you to settle the account last time.”

Since he was named the head of the male immortals, the Prince of the East has been extremely arrogant and scolded Dijun.

Di Jun sneered:

“Prince Dong, you are a fart, don’t leave after school if you have the ability, I’ll block the corner and beat you.”

The surrounding purple Xiao customers were immediately excited.

Last time Di Jun and Primordial said this, Primordial was beaten enough by Di Jun.

This time, he told the Prince of the East that there would definitely be a battle between the two.

One is the head of the male immortals who are in the limelight.

One is the first quasi-saint of the flood wilderness.

The battle between the two must be very exciting.

The Eastern Prince had a deep face, since he was the head of the male immortals, no one dared to speak to him like this.

“Dijun, you will definitely regret it.”

A strong Saint Power appeared, and no one present dared to speak.

Hongjun appeared, studying well every day and the upward banner was suspended above his head

The understanding of Zixiaoke and all the creatures in the Flood Wilderness has been greatly improved.

Hongjun began to preach, and everyone fell into an epiphany.

Of course, there are also accidents, and the ancestral witch who cannot cultivate the Yuan God is not affected by preaching.

At this moment, they had already arrived at Lu Xuan’s small courtyard a hundred miles away.

Houtu’s eyes were full of excitement, and he could see Brother Xuan again.

Xuan Xi was also full of expectation, but also very nervous.

The other ancestral witches are also nervous.

Originally, Zu Wu was a character who was not afraid of heaven and earth.

But here, they have become well-behaved, and they dare not offend a little.

After walking for half a day and entering the small courtyard, I found that the small courtyard had become larger again.

The small courtyard became a three-way yard, and there was an additional garden.

The flowers in the garden are already blooming and are about to bloom.

Although the variety of flowers is unknown, you can see from the stems, these flowers are extremely rare and precious.

At the same time, the twelve ancestors also saw Miaoling.

Houtu ran over, “This sister, are you also a long-term worker invited by Brother Lu?” ”

“Yes, I am a florist here, and I am responsible for planting flowers for the landlord.”

“Sister is really powerful, unlike me, I can’t do something to help Brother Lu.”

“Don’t be in a hurry, as long as you want, you can do many things for the landlord, such as warming the bed and rubbing your back.”

“I don’t want it, isn’t that a maid?”

Hee-hee, Miaoling couldn’t help but laugh.

Candle Jiuyin glanced at it from a distance, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled.

“Candle Nine Yin, what’s going on?”

“This woman is a Saint of the Avenue of Time.”

The ancestral witches gasped, the Avenue of Time, one of the most mysterious avenues.

It turned out that this woman had received all her power in other times, so they could not feel the realm of women.

Only when Time Ancestor Candle Jiuyin felt it, would he be so gaffe.

The Saint of Time Avenue turned out to be just a gardener of the landlord.

Lord Landlord is too powerful.

It’s unimaginably tough.

The ancestral witches walked to the main courtyard with their heads confused, and just saw Lu Xuan passing meat skewers.

Lu Xuan immediately laughed when he saw the ancestral witches come in:

“You guys came just in time, hurry up and help with the strings.”