Honghuang: My Gonggong will not hit Buzhou Mountain

Staring at Yuanshi coldly, most of the momentum released by Gonggong crushed Yuanshi.

“I don’t even have a Pangu bloodline, and I am embarrassed to call myself Pangu Authentic, which is really ridiculous.” Gonggong was disdainful in his heart.

At this time, the door of the Zixiao Palace was open, and two Daoist children walked out, a man and a woman, who looked only five or six years old.

Haotian and Tianyao, the roots and feet of the two are congenital stubborn stones and congenital stubborn hui, who were transformed by Hongjun and became children.

“Please enter the Zixiao Palace.” Haotian spoke.

Glancing at Yuan Shi, Gonggong collected the momentum.

Good luck at the beginning.

In fact, Gonggong did not plan to fight outside the Zixiao Palace, so that Taishang and Yuan Shi could lose some dough.

However, it was not only Taishang and Yuanshi who lost their faces, which made Gonggong a little helpless.

A flash of hatred flashed in Yuan Shi’s eyes, and he quickly walked into the Zixiao Palace.

When everyone came to the Zixiao Palace, they saw six futons, like purple jade carefully carved, flowing the light of Hongmeng, and there was a congenital lingering, revealing the rhyme of Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi.

Seeing that the six futons had a mystery, everyone scrambled.

But because it was in the Zixiao Palace, no one did it.

Soon, Sanqing worked together to occupy three futons, Nuwa took one futon with the help of her brother Fuxi, and the remaining two futons were sat by Hongyun and Kunpeng.

“The number of days is the case, no, it should be said that everything is under Hongjun’s control.” Together.

On the way to Zixiao Palace, the two of them encountered a chaotic storm, and Gonggong suspected that it was related to Hongjun.

Just now, Gonggong helped the introduction a little, thinking that the introduction could grab a futon, but failed.

It seems that there is a force interfering in the underworld.

“Brother Dao, you and I came to Zixiao Palace from the west, and we encountered chaotic storms on the way, and we went through hardships, but we didn’t even have a seat.” Jun Ti said with a bitter face.

Listening to what Jun Ti said, Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Kunpeng were not moved, and Nuwa was a little compassionate, but she would not give up her seat to Jun Ti.

Hong Yun hesitated, stood up, and gave up his seat to Jun Ti.

Zhun Ti, on the other hand, let him sit down.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, he saw that Hong Yun wanted to give way, he wanted to stop it, but he was still a step slower.

At this time, Jun Ti looked at Kunpeng: “This Daoist, can you give up your seat to the poor road?” ”

Zhun Ti is also shrewd, Sanqing is not easy to mess with, there is a Fuxi next to Nuwa, and it seems that he has a good relationship with Dijun and Taiyi, only Kunpeng looks the best bully.

Kunpeng looked at his nose as if he hadn’t heard Zhun Meng’s words.

“A man with a hairy and horned disciple, a wet egg-turning person, also sits with me?” Yuan Shi looked at Kunpeng with contempt, and his words not only offended Kunpeng, but also offended many creatures here.

“Kunpeng Daoyou, you better give up your seat!” Styx laughed strangely.

“Kunpeng, let’s give up your seat!” Taichi also spoke.

A quasi-mention opening, Kunpeng can not care, but one of the three Qing Yuanshi opening, as well as the Styx, Taiyi and so on, this makes him feel like pins and needles.

Under pressure, Kunpeng stood up helplessly and gave up his seat to Jun Ti.

Gonggong watched coldly, thinking secretly in his heart.

When entering the Zixiao Palace, Gonggong had an unsteady feeling, as if there was an invisible force, but he could not detect it.

“When Hongyun and Kunpeng know that they are giving up the holy throne, I don’t know how they will feel.” Harmony in the heart.

Although he knew that the six futons were holy places, Gonggong did not say anything.

If he had the power to match Hongjun, Gonggong might say it, but if he said it now, it would not be good for him.

This time I came to Zixiao Palace, in addition to seeing, Gonggong also had a purpose, that is, to let Hongjun support the Wu Clan to rule the flood waste.

Now, the demon race has not yet been established.

Although the Eastern Prince and the Western Queen Mother have some power, they are not enough to compare with the Wu Clan.

When Emperor Jun and Taiyi established the Demon Race Heavenly Court, and when Hongjun appointed the Eastern Prince as the head of the male immortals and the Western Queen Mother as the head of the female immortals, it would be difficult for the Wu Clan to dominate the Flood Wilderness.

After waiting for a while, Hongjun appeared.

But I saw that Hongjunpan was sitting on a larger purple futon, his eyes swept over everyone, and he paused on Gonggong.

“After that, that’s it.” Hongjun spoke.

In other words, the six futons arranged by Hongjun will not be changed, even if Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhuyi and Zhun Ti fall, the seats will only be empty.

Hongyun regretted it a little, but Kunpeng was very regretful, but stared at Hongyun with resentment.

In Kunpeng’s view, if Hongyun did not give up his seat, he would not lose his seat.

Except for Sanqing, Nuwa, and Zhun Ti, all those who listened to the sermon could only stand.

Just as Hongjun was about to open his mouth to preach, Gonggong spoke: “Hongjun saint, since the beginning of heaven and earth, fierce beasts are rampant, three races are fighting for hegemony, and the demon race is rampant, and now the flood and desolation are in ruins, and my witch clan is the bloodline of the Pangu Great God, and I should seek the well-being of the flood and desolation, and rule over all races.” ”

When the words of the gonggong fell, the faces of Dijun, Taiyi, and the Prince of the East changed.

Even Hongjun looked slightly startled.

The Wu clan is the bloodline of Pangu, and the flood famine is opened up by Pangu, so it is justified that the Wu clan will rule it.

“Everything has a fixed number, even if it is a mixed yuan Daluo Golden Immortal, it is also a number of days that the magic is invincible.” Hongjun said lightly, did not express support for the Wu clan, nor did he object.

The so-called Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal is only a Mixed Yuan Saint who has achieved the achievement of cultivating the Immortal Dao.

If he cultivates the Demon Dao, is it also called the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal?

“Magical days?” Gonggong’s face was expressionless.

Gonggong had been mentally prepared, the possibility of Hongjun supporting the Wu Clan was too small, and he had no hope.

Because the twelve ancestors and witches have the merit of opening the heavens and have great luck, Hongjun is not good to directly oppose the Wu clan to rule the flood and famine now.

And Di Jun, Taiyi, Dongwanggong and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hmph, although the Wu clan is a Pangu bloodline, it does not have a Yuan God, does not know obedience and disobedience, and has no chance, how can such a race dominate the flood wilderness?” Prince Dong thought to himself.

“The ambition of the Wu Clan is really too great.”

“Hmph, the Divine Rebellion and the Ancestral Dragon have not been completed, and the twelve ancestral witches cannot be completed.”

“However, the strength of Gonggong is too terrifying, I don’t know if the other eleven ancestors are also as strong as Gonggong.”

Kunpeng also looked at Gonggong, he was the ancestor of the Northern Underworld, and there was also a big force, asking him to submit to the Wu clan, he couldn’t stand this grievance.

And Dijun, Taiyi, Dongwanggong and others were not willing to submit to the Wu clan.

Next, Hongjun began to preach, he first talked about the way of scattering immortals, there are heavenly immortals, earth immortals, gods, and ghost immortals, but there are no human immortals.

When Hongjun began to preach, Gonggong turned and walked outside the Zixiao Palace.

Gonggong came to Zixiao Palace not to listen to Hongjun’s sermon.

Seeing that the gonggong left like this, Hongjun’s face was calm, but his heart was a little unhappy.