Honghuang: This Hongjun can deal with it, if he has the blame, he will really bear it

"Could it be that when Hongjun Zhao told the world for the first time to preach, Empress Pingxin hadn't been born yet?"

Zhou Qing looked at Houtu cautiously, and asked cautiously.

The other immortal Buddhas also looked at Houtu one after another.

Although it started from the Lich Calamity, many of the immortals and Buddhas present were witnesses who lived in that era.

But such details, it is true that few people know.

What's more, it was a matter within Zuwu, and the Wu clan was now extinct.

In fact, people's impressions are still somewhat inconsistent with the picture that just appeared.

Because they remembered that before Hongjun's first sermon, Zuwu had been very active in the wild.

Relying on their natural talents and supernatural powers, they are physically strong and often kill other races.

And Houtu, as the most powerful of the Zuwu, should have been born at the same time as Dijiang and the others.

But now it seems that the birth of Houtu may be a thousand years later than that of Dijiang and the others?
Since she was born so many years late, how could it be possible for her strength to be among the top among the ancestral witches?

Could it be that her talent is far superior to other ancestral witches?
More importantly, if Houtu hadn't heard Hongjun's first invitation to all living beings in the wild to listen.

Then why did Houtu become the only ancestral witch who went to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures?

Sensing everyone's doubts, Houtu also looked a little embarrassed, and responded:

"Actually, everyone's doubts are correct."

"I was indeed born after Hongjun first announced to the world."

"As for why I went to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures, it was also because when I was traveling alone in the wilderness, I saw other people flocking to Zixiao Palace, and I went there after inquiring about it."

Only then did everyone solve the doubts in their hearts.

It seems that there is no big secret, Houtu was just born a little late.

But Zhou Qing was extremely disturbed in his heart.

The ancestral witches didn't go, but they went by chance in Houtu. Behind this, is Hongjun playing tricks again?
At this moment, exclamations came from the projection of Chaos Qinglian.

People turned their heads to look, and saw a strong evil spirit erupting not far behind the eleven ancestral witches.

The entire ground began to tremble violently, the mountain was cracked, and gravel continued to fall.

These ancestral witches are almost unsteady.

But there was no panic in their eyes at this time, instead each one showed a strong look of joy.

"Look!" Xuan Ming looked at the brothers in surprise.

"This is Little Twelve coming out!!" Di Jiangxi smiled
"I had such a vision when I was born, it seems that Xiao Twelve's talent is the law of the earth!!"

"Hahaha, our Zuwu is about to add another powerful general!" Gonggong also felt his body's water vapor rising.

"Soldiers come to cover you with water and soil, Gong Gong, it seems that Xiao Shier wants to restrain you to death!" Zhu Rong's eyes lit up with fire.

"Zhu Rong! Earth can put out your fire!!!" Gong Gong immediately wanted to bump into Zhu Rong.

"Hahaha!!" The other ancestral witches roared with laughter.

"It's not too late, let's go back and see Little Twelve!!"

"it is good!!"

Di Jiang greeted several brothers and sisters, and rushed towards the direction of Pangu Temple, completely forgetting the previous rule that he was not allowed to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures.

I have to say that the feeling of getting along with the ancestors and witches is indeed very enviable.

Although the birth of Houtu also produced a huge vision, the creatures in other places in the wild did not attract attention.

Even the two brothers and sisters Nuwa and Fuxi who also lived in Buzhou Mountain didn't take it seriously.

Because what attracted their attention now was the announcement of the Great Desolation.

"Brother, look, should my brother and sister listen to my sermon after 3000 years?"

Nu Wa kept staring at the sky, not relaxing for a long time.

Fuxi stroked his beard, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a slight smile:

"Don't worry, brother Rong will do the math."

Fuxi, who is good at deduction, immediately pinched his fingers and calculated the other things, but not long after, his aura was instantly shattered, and his whole body spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother, what happened!?" Nuwa immediately supported Fuxi, her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

Fuxi sat down with difficulty under the support, let out a sigh of relief and then said:
"Unexpectedly, I couldn't deduce everything about Hongjun, and even suffered a huge backlash."

"I see this sermon after 3000 years, we should be careful."

Nuwa frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and said:

"Brother, I think we should go and listen to the lecture."

Fu Xi was puzzled: "Why?"

Nuwa said:
"Even my elder brother who is good at deduction can't figure out the information about Hongjun. This shows that Hongjun's cultivation is really beyond our comprehension."

"So for our own improvement, it is necessary for us to listen to his sermons."

Fuxi was a little excited:
"But this trip is good or bad."

Nuwa interrupted him:

"Brother, don't worry."

"We had already met Hongjun when the life-savers went to the Yin-Yang Sect to seek protection."

"Although Hongjun is reticent and doesn't like to come out to meet people, he has never had any malice towards the prehistoric creatures."

"I can feel that at that time, his cultivation was already far superior to most creatures, and he was at the same level as the leaders of the three clans and Immortal Yang Mei."

"If he wants to poison the prehistoric creatures, he can do it at that time."

"So, I don't think there will be any risk in this sermon after 3000 years."

Only then did Fuxi's brows relax:
"My little sister is right."

"Then let's take some rest for my brother, and we will set off immediately."

"Although the sermon took place 3000 years later, I still don't know where the Zixiao Palace is, and I don't know how dangerous it is along the way."

"We still need to start as soon as possible."

Nuwa also nodded:
"Just as the elder brother said."

at the same time.

West, Mount Sumeru.

The Second Saint of the West has been crying here for a full 1000 years.

Although they don't cry all the time.

They spend a lot of time every day trying to cultivate and plant spiritual roots in the western land.

But after 1000 years, this place is still barren and barren.

At this time, they heard Hongjun's voice.

The two were shocked and stopped crying:

"Brother!"

"Look at Hongjun's sermon, shall we go or not?"

Zhunti burst into tears.

But Jieyin was so angry that he beat the ground:
"go with!"

"must go!!"

"It was the battle between Na Hongjun and Luo Hu that caused the destruction of my Western Spirit Vein!"

"It was Na Hongjun who owed me Xixi!"

"I'm going to find Hongjun later, and let them give us an explanation and compensate us in the West!!!"

At this time, the words of receiving the introduction were surprisingly harsh.

"Brother is right!!"

"We must ask Hongjun for an explanation this time!!"

"If he doesn't compensate us, Xixi, we'll smash his Zixiao Palace!"

Before Chaos Qinglian.

People looked at the second sage of the West who was boasting at this time, but who behaved completely opposite to when he really arrived at Zixiao Palace, and slowly turned his head: "?"