Hong Huang: I, Styx, stepped on the way of heaven and suppressed all beings

Styx secretly calculated.

How could a rebellious boy like Kunpeng not leave it to Hongjun?

Besides, the demon master Kunpeng is also beneficial to the development of the demon clan.

Moreover, no matter how powerful Kunpeng is, he can't escape from his own palm.

I, Kunpeng, will never give up my seat, and it finally happened.

Hongjun's face was ashen, how could it be different from what he had calculated.

Outliers, definitely outliers.

In Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng and Zhunti confronted each other.

Zhunti looked pitiful and begged Kunpeng.

Kunpeng's expression was cold. Originally, he had to give up his seat due to pressure from the two of them.

Just now, a divine thought came into his mind.

Don't give up your seat, someone will help you naturally.

Kunpeng immediately became furious because of this, and started to pick up and ask for approval.

Running the exercises, he felt cold all over.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, cultivating the Dao is against the sky, so there is no smooth sailing. The west is barren. It is the matter of two fellow Daoists. What do I have to do with my ancestor?"

"Get out of here, don't cry anymore, you have already got a seat, don't push yourself further."

"After going through a little bit of suffering, you just cry out for suffering and tiredness. If you don't have a heart to follow the way, you might as well end it yourself. Don't lose the face of our innate gods."

Kunpeng was impassioned, scolding him for his introduction and acceptance.

Zhunti's smiling face changed.

The ancestor of Kunpeng, a man in fur and armor, how can He De be able to sit.

The other innate gods of Zixiao Palace looked at Zhunti with great interest.

"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, my brother and I just want to borrow a seat, but I didn't expect you to speak ill at each other. It's really deceiving."

"Speaking in Zixiao Palace, these six seats were originally prepared for us and other innate gods. How can you, a wet-born egg, wearing fur and armor, be worthy of a futon!"

Daoist Zhunti was furious, staring at the glasses as big as copper bells, and staring at Kunpeng viciously.

If it is not soft, it will be hard.

Zhunti scolded Kunpeng angrily, and at the same time, his supernatural powers emerged, his aura and connection became one, and he wanted to make a direct move to occupy the seat.

The two brothers and sisters used their mana and supernatural powers together to force Kunpeng.

Immediately, swords were on the verge of breaking out in Zixiao Palace, and the infinite power of the gods pressed against Kunpeng.

Yuan Shi, who was sitting on the second futon, heard what Dao Zhun mentioned, and he was also disgusted with Kunpeng.

Yuanshi paid the most attention to his background and footsteps, so he naturally hated creatures like Kunpeng.

It is simply racism No.1.

Sanqing, whose root is Zhengmiaohong, is the authentic Pangu.

"He who was hatched from wetness and wears fur and armor is really not qualified to occupy a seat and sit with us Sanqing."

Cold and domineering, Yuan Shi said in a cold tone.

It's over!

When Lao Tzu and Tong Tian heard this, their hearts skipped a beat.

Some of the innate gods present here can be attributed to the people who hatched from wet eggs and wear fur and armor.

Don't die if you offend someone.

This is the style of Yuan Shi.

"Fur and armor, do you mean my two brothers?"

Tai Yi tilted his head like a boss, and said quietly.

He was not angry and prestige, and there was murderous intent in his tone.

Di Jun didn't say a word, just showing his cultivation.

In the later stage of Daluo Jinxian, countless suns were really burning.

Dijun and Taiyi cast their magic power.

Behind them, a phantom of the golden crow appeared.

Dijun Taiyi was too lazy to stand up for Kunpeng.

But just now the master gave an order.

To sum it up, in one sentence.

Make whatever you want, fuck it!

The aura of the two Da Luo Jinxians in the late stage crushed all the powerful people present.

Among the three Qings, only Lao Tzu is the late Daluo Jinxian.

Yuanshi and Tongtian are both in the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian.

Zhunti and Jieying were directly knocked back a few steps by Taiyi Dijun's power.

The panic on their faces really offended people.

Incarnated by the sun god, chance and heel are at the top.

The Taiji Diagram and the Chaos Clock were directly sacrificed.

Taiyi and Dijun charged towards Yuanshi with invincible power.

The other innate powers were surprised to see this.

Zixiao Palace was present for the saint, how dare the two of them make a move.

This time, he would definitely be swept out of Zixiao Palace by the saint.

The opportunity to hear the sermon is also gone.

Secretly pleasantly surprised, they hoped that the fight would be as fierce as possible.

"Kunpeng, still not making a move?"

Di Jun snorted coldly.

Kunpeng understood instantly.

"Death to the ancestor!"

"Give up your seat, let me climb!"

Kunpeng suddenly released a powerful force, and a phantom of Kunpeng with a height of [-] feet swam proudly in the void.

A pair of eyes fixed on Zhunti and Yingying.

"The generation born from wetness, the whole prehistoric world is blessed by the great god Pangu, why am I not qualified to occupy the seat?"

Roaring again and again, Kunpeng Daluo Jinxian's mid-term cultivation base exploded.

A palm hit Zhun Ti's chest.

In an instant, Zhunti vomited blood, and his breath sank.

Blood on the forehead.

Face full of tears and snot.

The blood at the corner of the mouth, the collapsed chest.

Zhunti's appearance is so funny!
On the other side, Lao Tzu saw Tai Yi and Di Jun attacking Yuan Shi.

The Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda was sacrificed in an instant.

The Taiji Diagram, the Chaos Clock and the Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda collided.

Rumble!
A wave of air rushed outward.

Stir up the gale.

Lao Tzu's Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda has become dimmed.

Dijun and Taiyi went all out to attack.

Lao Tzu's breath was even stagnant, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After all, one against two, no matter how powerful I am, I can't match Brother Taiyi.

"Brother!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian roared angrily.

Dijun and Taiyi dare to hurt their eldest brother.

Tongtian and Yuanshi made a move, using their mana to kill Taiyi and Dijun.

Kunpeng and Zhunti Jieyin also fought together.

For a while, Zixiao Palace was in chaos.

Deep in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun's face was ugly, and he bristled with anger.

Hongjun wanted to crush Zhunti, Yingying, and Yuanshi to death.

If it's not good to offend anyone, offend Dijun and Taiyi.

The moment Dijun took out the Taiji diagram, Hongjun's heart skipped a beat.

Styx and Dijun actually have a relationship, it's over.

Styx, who would dare to deal with him.

Tiandao told Hongjun a long time ago not to provoke Styx.

Although Hongjun didn't know the specific situation.

But I understand that Tiandao has suffered from Styx.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, don't stop them, let's watch the show."

"Preaching, don't worry about it for a while."

It's nothing to do with himself, and Styx's face is irrelevant.

"Fellow Daoist has taken in two good apprentices."

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, these people are making trouble in the impoverished dojo, it's not polite."

"Pindao will stop them!"

Since the Tai Chi map can be bestowed on Di Jun, based on Styx's domineering character, he must accept Di Jun and Tai Yi as apprentices.

It's not easy to shoot, but this is Hongjun's dojo.

How can you fight and kill in the dojo of saints.

"Ok?"

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, this deity likes to watch other people's fights, and I can't stop watching them."

"This deity's interest is just right. If someone disturbs this deity, this deity will definitely draw his blood and skin, and turn him into blood in a sea of ​​blood."

A threat, a proper threat.

Hongjun's expression became even uglier.

The baby is suffering, but the baby can't say it yet.

Saint Hongjun, it's too hard!

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Hongyun gave up his seat, but Kunpeng did not.

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