The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

The ancestor Kunpeng looked at the Taoist who was almost sticking to him in front of him, and his eyes were cold.

In the previous life, it was this Daoist who received the enlistment and the Daoist quasi-tide who forced them to give up, and this finally ruined the opportunity of the ancestor of Kunpeng.

Now that I see the Taoist Advocate again, how could the ancestor Kunpeng give him his seat!

Kunpeng ancestor's "Xiaoyao Heart Sutra" started to operate autonomously, and a gust of cold air permeated all directions, causing the temperature in the entire Zixiao Palace to drop a lot in an instant.

"Meeting fellow daoists, let me ask you, is this road of practice smooth sailing?"

The ancestor Kunpeng loudly questioned the leading Taoist, and he deliberately used magical powers to make the entire cultivator of Zixiao Palace hear clearly.

In the originally lively Zixiao Palace, it suddenly became quiet, and all the cultivators looked over.

Seeing all the cultivators calm down one after another, and they all looked at his side, even if it was the cheeky of the leading Taoist, he was a little unbearable, and there was a feeling of heat on his face.

"Friends of Taoist Kunpeng, the road to practice is naturally rough and difficult, and it will not be smooth sailing."

At this time, the Taoist Taoist had to answer Kunpeng's question, after all, he wanted to borrow a seat from Kunpeng.

"Hmph! Since you know, then I will ask you again, can you prove Dao Hunyuan by lying in the cave and sleeping comfortably during this practice?"

"Cultivation is inherently difficult and dangerous. Who didn't fight all the way and come to this purple palace after nine deaths?"

"After you have gone through this bit of hardship, you shouted hard and tired. After this bit of hardship, you borrowed a seat from me. If you encounter a greater test of life and death in the future, how should you pursue the road?"

"I don't have a firm heart to pursue the path, and I don't have the determination to be martyrdom at any time. What kind of path do I still practice!"

Kunpeng's voice was impassioned, echoing throughout the Zixiao Palace, silenced the person who led the Taoist question.

On the contrary, the surrounding monks nodded one by one, and even the Sanqing ancestors all agreed with Kun Peng's point of view.

It's just running from the west to the Zixiao Palace, and the leading Taoist shouts bitterness and exhaustion, saying that he is exhausted, then what kind of Taoist fruit is still cultivated, and what is the true self!

In the future, the road to ask questions is thousands of times more difficult than this, and you will even lose your life if you are not careful. How should you deal with yourself at that time, and whom should you "borrow"?

The Taoist Taoist was speechless when asked by the ancestor of Kunpeng. What he said just now was just trying to find a reason to occupy Kunpeng's seat.

But unexpectedly, he grasped the handle better than Kunpeng, and forced him to make his next plan impossible to implement.

Seeing that many cultivators had a look of contempt, the leading Taoist was blushing and couldn't get off the stage at all.

The Taoist Zhunti hurried forward and said to Kun Peng angrily:

"Friend Kunpeng, my Dao brother just wants to borrow a seat from you. Not only did you not borrow, but you lashed out at my Dao brother with bad words. Damn it!"

"Brother Dao and I worked hard to govern the Western world. The broken West is now full of vitality. We have worked hard and made great contributions and made great contributions!"

"This seat in the Zixiao Palace was originally prepared for us. You are a man with fur and horns, a generation of wet eggs, how can He De occupy a futon!".

The Daoist Zhunti was full of anger, with a vicious look, he angrily rebuked Kunpeng, and at the same time a wave of powerful magical powers emerged, trying to suppress Kunpeng with force, forcing him to finally give up his seat.

The Taoist Zhunti said so, the aura from his body exuded, and he became one with the Taoist leading him.

The two brothers used their magical powers together and forced them to go to Kunpeng ancestors.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds in the entire Zixiao Palace changed, and the infinite divine might angered Kunpeng.

Yuan Shi Tianzun, who was sitting on the second futon, heard the words, and a look of disgust flashed across his face.

Yuanshi Tianzun cares most about his birth and footsteps. In his opinion, in the entire prehistoric world, no one is inferior to his three brothers, Gen Zhengmiaohong, so he is also very disdainful of creatures like Kunpeng.

"Wearing hair and horns, the wet-born and egg-like generations really don't have the right to sit with us in Sanqing!"

Yuanshi Tianzun spoke coldly at this time. When he said this, both the ancestors of Taiqing and the Taoists of Tongtian suddenly felt abrupt.

That Kunpeng ancestor Dunsu Wushuang, almost equal to their Sanqing, Taiqing ancestors and Tongtian have no prejudice against Kunpeng.

But now when Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, it represented their Sanqing position, and Taiqing and Tongtian could only remain silent.

"Bold!"

The ancestor Kunpeng suddenly yelled, and his powerful aura broke out completely. Behind the ancestor Kunpeng, a huge god Kun phantom of millions of feet roared for nine days, roaring again and again.

Amidst the sea of ​​clouds, a pair of gods stared at the Taoist Zhunti, the powerful momentum made the Taoist Zhunti retreat again and again, his face was full of horror.

"Wearing hair and horns, the generation of wet eggs? I and other creatures are conceived from the blood of the Pangu god, even if they are wearing horns and wet eggs, they are the heirs of Pangu!"

"This entire prehistoric world was created by the Great God Pangu. Why, as a descendant of Pangu, I am not qualified to sit in this Purple Heaven Palace!"

The ancestor Kunpeng roared again and again, and the other monks around were instantly angry.

Just as Kunpeng said, every plant and tree in this wild world was transformed by the Pangu God. Except for the reincarnation of the innate demon gods, Kunpeng and the others are indeed the blood of the Pangu God.

A word from the quasi-speaker immediately aroused the anger of the public.

In this Zixiao Palace, most of the creatures are the generation of wet eggs!

Demon Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Taiyin Xingxi and Fairy, Wangshu Fairy, Nether Blood Sea and Minghe Ancestor, Fengqi Mountain Fuxi, Nuwa Brothers and Sisters, etc., etc. Which one of these is not a hairy horn, wet life The egg generation?

The Taoist Zhun mentioned actually just wanted to insult Kunpeng and make Kunpeng angry, but now he didn't expect it to arouse public outrage.

"Friends Zhun mentioned, according to what you mean, my Nuwa doesn't deserve to sit here anymore?"

Empress Nuwa's pink face is full of anger, and her beautiful eyes are full of anger. She and Fuxi are both human and half snake tails, half human and half snakes. Are they the ones who wear hair and horns and are wet and egg-like?

"this,,,"

The Taoist Zhunti was speechless for a while. He knew that he was too eager for quick success, but Kun Peng caught the loopholes in the words, where he could clearly justify.

"Huh! My ancestor of the Eastern world started preaching. Since you two in the West are crying hard, it is better to go back to the West as soon as possible and continue to govern your broken Western world!"

Donghuang Taiyi spoke proudly. He was strong and has always been rampant. The Daoist would dare to ridicule them. Donghuang Taiyi would naturally not give him a good face.

"you!"

The Taoist Zhun mentioned a burst of irritation in his heart, but he felt the power of Donghuang Taiyi's innate treasure, he only dared to stare at Taiyi with his eyes, but didn't have the guts to really fight with him.

"What are you, you don't agree to come and fight, my Eastern Emperor Taiyi will accompany you to the end!"

Dong Huangtai yelled, the real fire of the endless sun surged out of him, and the three-legged golden crow shadow appeared in the sky. At the same time, the innate treasure chaos clock was rippling in all directions, and the sound of bells suppressed the universe.

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