: Uproar in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun is dumbfounded

Chapter 50: Uproar in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun is dumbfounded

Wow!!

The primordial world is in an uproar!

Large and small forces.

Regardless of whether they had previously entered the Purple Cloud Palace to hear it, now that they had surpassed the Golden Immortal level, they flew into the Chaos, seeking the location of the Purple Cloud Palace.

The ten demon saints of the demon race, the twelve ancestral witches of the witch race, and even some ancient beings hidden in the primordial world all moved upon hearing the sound.

Houtu, accompanied by eleven ancestral witches, appeared first in front of Zixiao Palace, looking at the palace gates that were not yet closed and were about to be closed.

Zhu Rong shouted, "Wait!"

Tong Zihaotian was taken aback when he saw a burly figure walking towards him.

Before he could understand what was happening, the Ancestral Witches filed in and all rushed into the Purple Cloud Palace.

At this moment, Hongjun had not yet appeared. The three thousand saints had just finished a fierce battle, but because this was a saint's place, they dared not make a move.

They were all somewhat puzzled when the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly barged in.

Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, looked at his adversaries and mocked, "A bunch of idiots who don't cultivate their primordial spirits want to comprehend the Great Dao from a sage? How laughable."

To his surprise, the Twelve Ancestral Witches completely ignored him.

They all headed straight for the location of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin.

"Get out of the way!"

The Time God Zhu Jiuyin looked at Zhunti in front of him and uttered a cold shout.

Zhunti was taken aback. "What do you mean by this?!"

Bang!

Zhu Jiuyin slapped Zhunti on the head, a slap that transcended time.

Zhunti had no time to react before the immense force sent him flying!

"How dare you! The sacred temple has dared to attack! The Witch Clan has no manners whatsoever!"

Jieyin's expression changed and he roared. Before he could make a move, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning and the Ancestral Witch of Thunder had already attacked!

This was right after the first lecture by the Daoist patriarch.

All three thousand saints were at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. At such close range, and with the Ancestral Witches renowned for their close combat prowess, it was a formidable challenge.

Jieyin then followed in Zhunti's footsteps, his body charred black as he fell against the wall of Zixiao Palace.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa's expressions changed drastically as they looked at the Ancestral Witch before them, exclaiming, "What do you mean by this?!"

If they still don't realize this by now, they don't deserve to be called holy!

Dijiang clenched his fist and said coldly, "Are you going to stand up yourselves, or are we going to ask you to stand up?"

After he finished speaking, Zhu Jiuyin and the two Ancestral Witches, Xuanming, were already sitting in the positions where Jieyin and Zhunti had just been.

This scene filled Kunpeng in Zixiao Palace with a sense of satisfaction. "You've finally met your match! Hahaha!!"

"Lawless! Lawless!"

Yuqing Yuanshi looked at the Ancestral Witches surrounding them with a warm and angry expression, his immortal light swirling around him, ready to make a move at any moment!

Taiqing Daoren and Shangqing Tongtian also had gloomy expressions.

He is a true descendant of the Three Pure Ones and Pangu, yet he has been so humiliated today!

Even Nuwa was equally furious.

Have these ancestral witches gone mad?!

To dare to make a move in the sacred ground of a sage is utterly disrespectful!

The other deities were completely bewildered, not understanding why these ancestral witches had gone mad.

The two demon emperors, Emperor Jun and his brother, looked excited.

beat!

Fight!

The sage is furious and decides to kill these ancestral witches first; it's like heaven is helping me!

These ancestral witches were obstacles to his unification of the prehistoric world, and were even more difficult to deal with than the Eastern King Duke.

However, just as Di Jun was getting excited, countless holy beings once again rushed in from outside.

His eyes shone as he stared at the six prayer cushions on the ground.

The already somewhat empty Zixiao Palace suddenly became extremely crowded.

"Mine! All of them are mine!"

"Don't anyone try to take it from me!"

"Get lost! I was here first, get out!"

It was bustling and lively.

The sudden turn of events left the three thousand saints utterly astonished.

Isn't it said that only those with a destined connection can come to Zixiao Palace?

After the sage's first sermon, those destined to receive the teachings were basically identified.

What's going on with these holy people rushing in and fighting for seats?

Weren't these seats already designated by the sage and not to be changed?

Why are these guys rushing in and grabbing things?

One question after another arose in the minds of the three thousand holy beings of Zixiao Palace.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

While Di Jun and Tai Yi were puzzled, the Demon Saint Bai Ze led a group of demons in and rushed in, shouting loudly.

When the Wu tribe saw Bai Ze enter, they immediately increased their efforts to block the other deities.

A clan witch stood beside each of Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming, trying their best to stop them.

The other Ancestral Witches glared angrily at the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, "If you don't give in, we really won't be polite!"

The chaotic scene caught a glint in Taiqing Daoist's eyes. "Since you want to sit, then you can have it!"

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian were startled and both looked at Taiqing Daoist.

Taiqing shook her head and pulled the two of them back quickly.

Nuwa also realized what was happening and led Fuxi away from the vortex.

The four ancestral witches, Dijiang, Tianwu, Shebishi, and Gonggong, hurriedly sat down, while the remaining ancestral witches stood in front of them to protect them.

"We are the direct descendants of Pangu, inheriting his will, and we are destined to become saints!"

Dijiang looked at the noisy, scrambling gods before him and roared coldly.

"fart!"

A holy voice shouted.

"Only the virtuous can sit here. Your witch clan is ignorant of destiny and reason; how dare you sit down!"

"Stand up quickly! We have existed since the beginning of time, and we are the ones chosen to become saints!"

"·····"

Bai Ze walked to Di Jun's side and whispered, "Your Majesty, not long after you left the Primordial World, it was rumored that the six seats in Zixiao Palace represent six future saints."

"He who obtains the seat will attain sainthood!"

"At the same time, a chaotic location inexplicably appeared in the minds of many deities, which was precisely where the Purple Cloud Palace was located!"

Why the hell didn't you say so sooner?!

Di Jun was startled and instinctively wanted to grab the prayer mat, but Donghuang Taiyi, who was beside him, forcibly pressed him down.

Taiyi said in a deep voice, "Brother, calm down!"

Di Jun was shocked to discover that several innate deities had been watching him closely.

Only then did I calm down.

No wonder these brainless ancestral witches suddenly rushed in.

They dared to cause a ruckus in the sacred grounds and seize seats.

The reason for this is here.

Thinking about the arrangement of seats by the preaching saint, Di Jun instantly realized that this rumor was very likely true!

Although Di Jun was shocked, he did not rashly participate in the robbery.

On the one hand, they were wary of the sages, and on the other hand, they feared incurring karmic ties with the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

Especially the siblings Nuwa and Fuxi.

Di Jun had long planned to bring the two of them into the demon race's camp.

If we offend them now, it will jeopardize our grand plan!

At this moment, chaos reigned around Dijiang, as all those vying for the prayer mats fought over them. Suddenly, his aura erupted, declaring, "We are descendants of Pangu, the true lineage of Pangu!"

"The primordial world was created by our Father God Pangu; we, the ancestral witches, are destined to become saints!"

His words immediately stirred up the crowd of saints before him, who were filled with indignation.

"Dijiang! You twelve Ancestral Witches are planning to seize all the holy positions; that's far too cunning!"

"Get out of the way right now, or we'll get physical!"

"So you ancestral witches are the manifestation of Pangu, huh? Look at this primordial world, which innate deity wasn't formed from a part of Pangu's body!"

"According to you, we all inherit from Pangu!"

Holy throne?!

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa were startled.

What's going on?!

The two Westerners were now fully awake. Hearing the ancestral witch and the other deities fighting over it, their killing intent surged, and they reached out to grab a demon at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

"Tell me! What exactly happened?!"

His voice was chilling and filled with murderous intent.

I was just listening to a sermon, and I got beaten up!

Where can I go to seek justice? Do you even want your noodles anymore?!

The demons were captured, and Di Jun was furious. "Zhunti, how dare you bully my demon race!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of true solar fire was unleashed.

With a flash of the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand, the True Fire of the Sun disappeared.

Just as Di Jun was about to make another move, the demon in Zhunti's hand stared blankly and said slowly in a mechanical tone, "It is being said throughout the prehistoric world that there are six futons in Zixiao Palace."

"Each meditation cushion represents a sacred position; whoever obtains a meditation cushion obtains a sacred position!"

"As long as one can gain the approval of a sage, one has the opportunity to sit on the meditation cushion and become a sage."

Zhunti's heart skipped a beat, "A holy position!"

The demon group had gloomy eyes, and Di Jun and Tai Yi coldly stared at Zhun Ti.

The three thousand saints stared in disbelief at the futon beneath the Ancestral Witch, "So that feeling of loss came from here!"

This is the chance to become a saint!

The three thousand saints breathed heavily, their eyes slightly red.

They had already experienced the power of the sages through Hongjun.

Having surpassed the realm of Quasi-Saints, he was invincible throughout the primordial world, and lived in harmony with the heavens!

A thought struck Jieyin, and he asked, "The futon has been decreed by the sage not to be moved rashly; why are you all fighting over it!"

"Rumor has it that the Western deities Zhunti and Jieyin seized their positions from the two saints Hongyun and Kunpeng to ascend to sainthood."

"Any saint sitting on a holy throne who has not yet become a saint has the opportunity to seize it."

hiss! !

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and other deities gasped in shock upon hearing this.

This is like roasting them over a fire!

The creatures of the primordial era only knew what happened, but not why; they had no idea what happened during the first sermon.

Now, swayed by a rumor, they dare to cause trouble at a saint's shrine in order to attain sainthood.

hum~~~

The already chaotic Zixiao Palace is becoming increasingly disorderly.

The sage Hongjun suddenly appeared, and his sage-like aura instantly overwhelmed all the holy beings, making them unable to raise their heads.

Hongjun, who had just emerged from seclusion, looked at the chaotic Zixiao Palace with a completely bewildered expression.

"What are you doing?!"

(End of this chapter)