Rebirth of the East Prince: The strongest Hunyuan in the prehistoric

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, Pindao thinks it would be better for you to give up this seat so as to avoid getting angry."

Taiqing Laozi spoke calmly. Although his tone sounded like a discussion, there was no doubt that he was using the power of the Three Purities to oppress Kunpeng.

At this time, Kunpeng turned around and found that no one could speak for him. Even Emperor Jun, who had previously tried his best to invite him to join the Sun Star lineage, did not come forward. This made him feel extremely sad.

Kunpeng was in an extremely difficult situation. If he had only taken on Yin and Zhunti, he might have been able to hold on for a while, but now that even the Sanqing was targeting him, he was unable to resist.

"Hmph, people born from wetness and eggs, people with hair and horns, no matter how virtuous or capable they are, they come to listen to the sermons of the saints, and they want to occupy the front row seat. I really don't know what it means!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's repeated remarks have aroused public anger. At this time, nearly half of the people in Zixiao Palace are the so-called wet-born egg transformations in his mouth. For example, the demon clan such as Emperor Jun Taiyi,

Even the original bodies of Fuxi and Nuwa, one with the head of a dragon and the other with the head of a human and the body of a snake, are technically considered egg-shaped.

Yuanshi scolded them all.

"Yuanshi, you are too presumptuous!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi glared at each other.

Not only the two of them, Nuwa, who was also sitting on the futon, said in a cold voice: "Fellow Taoist Yuanshi, Pindao and my brother are also the ones you call wet-born eggs. Are you trying to drive us away too?"

Out of this saint's ashram?"

"Yuanshi, do you think my brother and sister are easy to bully? Why don't you go out and have a fight?" Fuxi behind him also stood up coldly, and both brothers and sisters relaxed their momentum.

Yuan Shi knew that he had made a mistake, but he had a very respectable nature. It was impossible for him to admit his mistake in front of these three thousand mortal guests, so he snorted coldly: "I, Pangu Sanqing, am still afraid that you will fail."

Seeing the tense situation, for fear of disturbing the saint's dojo, Taiqing Laozi said quickly: "Second brother, be careful what you say!"

Although Yuanshi was arrogant and always arrogant, he was not a stupid person. Although he was strong, Sanqing obviously couldn't deal with half of his colleagues present. At this time, Taiqing also spoke, but he said no more.

Seeing the cultivators targeting Yuanshi earlier, Kunpeng was secretly happy at first, thinking that no one would force him to give up his seat. However, he did not expect that they would soon stop, and he suddenly looked disappointed.

Yuanshi stopped talking, fearing the power of the Three Pure Ones, and the "wet-born eggs" present could not say anything more, and the tense situation suddenly disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you can give up your seat. Don't waste everyone's time."

At this time, Sanqing had a grudge against Kunpeng. Yuanshi did not speak, but Taiqing Laozi urged him.

Kunpeng's face was livid, and he was still about to say something, but Zhunti saw the right moment and swept out the Seven Treasures and Wonderful Trees in his hand. Unexpectedly, he swept the former off the fifth futon in one go.

Kunpeng fell far away and immediately vacated the seat.

Jie Yin looked happy and wanted to sit down, but as soon as he took a step, his expression changed drastically because someone was already sitting on the newly vacated futon that originally belonged to Kunpeng.

A Daluo female nun.

It’s none other than Taizhen, Queen Mother of the West!

The two Westerners put in a great performance and even did not hesitate to offend a great supernatural being, but in the end, they were taken advantage of by others.

Zhunti suddenly became anxious and said to the Queen Mother of the West: "Fellow Taoist, how can you sit in this position?"

The Queen Mother of the West looked indifferent. When the two Westerners were performing, she had received a message from the Duke of the East, saying that she wanted to get a seat for her. And sure enough, as soon as Kunpeng vacated the seat, the Duke of the East directly used his magic power.

He gave her a futon.

"Fellow Taoist Zhunti, I would like to ask you, why can't I sit in this position?"

Queen Mother Xi spoke calmly.

"This...only my senior brother can sit in this position..."

"Hmph! Zhunti, your senior brother can sit down, why can't I, my Taoist companion? Or you can try to find another reason to drive Taizhen out?"

On the side, Prince Dong spoke coldly. As he spoke, his whole body was filled with momentum, and he directly overwhelmed everyone in Zixiao Palace, including Pangu Sanqing.

This incident also shocked all the monks present. Everyone had seen Dongwanggong’s previous battle with Taiyi.

Seeing Queen Mother Xi sitting on the fifth futon, no one spoke up to object. Even Sanqing chose to remain silent. Now Jieyin Zhunti didn't know what to do.

Although the two of them did not see Dong Wanggong take action, their aura was extraordinary. The auras of Dong Wanggong and Xi Queen Mother were connected, and the yin and yang complemented each other. They were not weaker than Sanqing, but they did not dare to use force.

It was really impossible to think about it, so I had no choice but to give up the invitation and sat down next to my junior brother Zhunti. They were sharing a futon.

Let Taizhen sit on one of the six futons. Prince Dong had this plan before he came.

If he had planned this before going to the Pangu Temple of the Wu Clan, he would have never planned this. Although the Saint is the venerable Lord of the Ancient World, he is controlled by the way of heaven and cannot be truly free and at ease. But after knowing the secret of the creation of the sky, Dong

The prince's mind has changed. His Hunyuan combat power may not be enough for the Zhiyang lineage.

It is too difficult to prove the Daluo Jinxian of Hunyuan. Even Prince Dong himself, who possesses two treasures, is not completely sure of the help of the two treasures, let alone the Queen Mother of the West, who is less lucky.

Therefore, becoming a saint became a relatively good choice. With his help in planning and Hongmeng Ziqi, it would not be difficult to succeed.

After the Queen Mother of the West took over the futon, the ownership of the six-color futon was finally settled. There were only six seats, but seven monks were seated there, which was indeed a bit strange.

At this time, the two boys Hongjun spoke again.

"Respectfully invite the saint to come and preach!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without warning, an old Taoist suddenly appeared on the cloud bed above. His appearance was extremely ordinary, and he didn't even have a trace of immortal power. When Dong Wangong looked in secret, he saw that Hongjun was still the same as before after becoming a saint.

His appearance is just that there is some inexplicable mystery in his whole body, and his whole person is full of charm and is almost Taoist.

As soon as the body appeared, the holy power descended.

For a moment, all the cultivators in Zixiao Palace felt like the top of a sacred mountain was pressing down on them, but they could not exert any resistance. Their spirits were shaken, and the saint's power was unfathomable.

"We have seen the saint!"

Hongjun nodded slightly and looked down at the futon. When he saw the Queen Mother of the West, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and then he looked at the Duke of the East with deep meaning.

Prince Dong was aware of it, but he didn't care. As long as the general trend of the prehistoric times did not change, even if there was an additional saint in the future, the way of heaven would not be affected.

Sure enough, Hongjun didn't say anything more, but waved his robe lightly and placed another futon next to Jie Yin Zhunti.

He was overjoyed and quickly sat on it. In this way, the six-color futon turned into seven colors.

"After today, this seat will be used and cannot be changed."

With Hongjun's holy words, the seats were decided, so that even if others coveted them, they would not dare to snatch them.