Honghuang: My clone Buzhou Mountain

Laozi retracted his gaze and glanced at Yuanshi and Tongtian, his face also became a little ugly.

"Enough!"

If it was Kunlun Mountain, it would be fine, but now the two saints from the West are both here, it's just to make people laugh.

Laozi also began to be a little disappointed with his two brothers.

After practicing for so many years, he is now a saint of the Heavenly Dao, but he is still so impatient and can't keep his temper no matter what he does.

Seeing the two people who stopped talking but still glared at him, he couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

Although Jie Yin and Zhunti behind him are not as good as Tongtian and Yuanshi, their character is far better than Tongtian and Yuanshi.

The three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace have more footholds and talents than the two saints from the West, but they have all become saints.

It is true that Hongjun is weird, and the stone man in Buzhou Mountain also has his own purpose, but Laozi doesn't care at all.

Dao is his lifelong pursuit!

They are the continuation of the Father God, and they should take it as their responsibility to prove the Dao.

Seeing Laozi's gaze, Jieyin and Zhunti hurried forward and said respectfully: "Three senior brothers, we will leave first."

The two of them were very satisfied with this trip to Zixiao Palace. Not only did they know Tianyuan's background, but the master also passed down the method of cultivation.

They were able to gain such a lot because of the relationship with the Three Pure Ones.

Now the Three Pure Ones have a tendency to fight among themselves. Just in case, it is better to leave early. If Yuanshi and Tongtian are angry and take them out, there will be no place to reason.

Whether it is Yuanshi who has Pangu Banner or Tongtian who controls Zhuxian Sword Formation, they are not something they can deal with.

The three people, including Laozi, did not even look at the two saints in the West, but everyone looked very bad.

Jieyin and Zhunti seemed not to see the expressions of the Three Pure Ones. They turned into rosy clouds with a smile on their faces and fled to the distance, disappearing in the surging chaos.

Seeing Jie Yin and Zhunti leave, Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't help but say: "Brother! Master has passed down the method of cultivating luck, and the stone man of Buzhou Mountain must not be left!"

Before coming to Zixiao Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun saw Tianyuan shattering the luck of the demon court with his own eyes.

Although he looked down on Di Jun and Taiyi, the demon clan was still the protagonist of the world at the moment.

The luck of the demon court was gathered by the heaven and earth. If he rashly attacked the demon court, even the saint of the heaven would suffer a backlash.

But the stone man of Buzhou Mountain stepped into the demon court rudely and retreated unscathed. The Chaos Bell, the innate treasure in Taiyi's palm, could not protect the surging luck.

As a saint of the heaven, Yuanshi Tianzun would never allow such anomalies to exist in the world.

"Hmph!" Tongtian Jiaozhu next to him snorted coldly, his face was very unhappy.

He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that Yuanshi Tianzun had become different since he preached in Zixiao Palace.

Laozi didn't say anything, and fled towards the prehistoric world without looking back.

Tongtian saw this and followed closely behind, his figure quickly swept away.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was left at the end, frowned at the two people going away, and also sped up.

It didn't take long for the three of them to pass through the chaos, plunge into the prehistoric world, and return to Kunlun Mountain.

There were already many figures waiting outside the Sanqing Palace, and there were still many creatures in the many large formations left on the mountain who were still undergoing trials.

Laozi glanced at the mountainside indifferently, and immediately waved his hand, and suddenly saw a simple and honest young man appear in the palace.

The young man looked dazed, his eyes were a little blurred, and he seemed to have not yet adapted to the changes in the surrounding environment.

Laozi opened his eyes faintly, and there were indifferent words coming: "Xuandu! From now on, you will be my first disciple of Sanqing, and you haven't met your two uncles yet!"

The ethereal voice echoed in his ears, and the young man came back to his senses, and his face was instantly overjoyed.

Then he immediately prostrated himself on the ground and greeted loudly: "Xuandu greets Master, greets the two uncles!"

Although he had passed the test in the mountain early, he had been waiting outside for a long time. Originally, he thought he had no chance, but he didn't expect to become the first disciple of the Three Pure Ones in the end. Xuandu was so happy.

Laozi nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves lightly, and suddenly saw several rays of light escaping and falling in front of Xuandu.

"Thank you, Master!" Seeing the magic weapon in front of him, Xuandu was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

It was really a great opportunity to be a disciple of a saint, and even Laozi, the head of the Three Pure Ones.

Yuanshi and Tongtian just nodded slightly when they saw this.

After a while, they all turned their heads and looked at Laozi beside them in confusion. But they saw that the eldest brother's eyes were slightly lowered, and he didn't move at all. He didn't plan to accept any more disciples.

Yuanshi Tianzun was not polite either. He flicked his sleeves slightly, and suddenly saw many figures appear, all of whom were outside the Houde Hall.

There were originally dozens of people outside the Sanqing Palace, but only one man and one woman were left in an instant.

Tongtian's face was slightly gloomy, and annoyance flashed in his eyes.

He respected Yuanshi as his elder brother, and didn't want him to be so rude and directly sweep away most of the people with good character.

He valued fate the most when accepting disciples, and character and roots were not the first choice, but Yuanshi's behavior made him quite angry.

He looked at Yuanshi Tianzun indifferently, and suddenly saw two rays of light passing on the mountainside, and together with the two people outside the door, they appeared in the hall.

After doing all this, Tongtian waved his hand, and figures flew out of the many formations that led directly to the bottom of the mountain, but there were also thousands of creatures left.

The many creatures that flew out showed disappointment and regret, and the creatures that stayed on the mountain were all confused.

They were struggling to break through the formation, why did all the surrounding formations disappear all of a sudden.

They didn't break through the formation, nor did they reach the top of the mountain. Is it time?

But in their sight, they saw figures in the air falling towards the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

"From now on, you will all be my disciples of Jiejiao!" A slightly arrogant voice sounded in the ears, and all the creatures left in the mountain were stunned.

They didn't pass the test, but they could join the saint's sect?

The many creatures scattered on Kunlun Mountain knelt down one by one and greeted loudly: "Greetings, Master!"

The people lying on the ground could not hide their joy.

In the Sanqing Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was originally happy to accept many disciples, was stunned and immediately turned his head to glare at Tongtian.

"Tongtian! A group of wet-born eggs, covered with scales and armor, you actually accepted them as your disciples?"

The Three Pure Ones were transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit, and were also disciples of the Taoist Patriarch of Zixiao Palace. How could anyone be accepted as a disciple?

Tongtian actually accepted thousands of people so casually. What is their Kunlun Mountain? What are their Three Pure Ones?

In this case, what is the meaning of the trial formation on the mountain?

These disciples represent the face of the Three Pure Ones. If they are so mixed, won't they lose face for the Three Pure Ones when they walk in the prehistoric world?

The more Yuanshi Tianzun thought about it, the angrier he became.

Although most of the people who passed the trial were swept away by him, Tongtian shouldn't be so absurd.

"They are destined to be with me, so they should be admitted to Jiejiao!" Tongtian responded silently after glancing at Yuanshi Tianzun.

His Taoism is destined to not accept only a few disciples.

If conditions permit, Tongtian would like to accept all the creatures in the prehistoric world, so that they all have a chance to survive.

"You"

Yuanshi Tianzun was angry, his chaotic eyes widened, he felt that Tongtian was deliberately against him.

Tongtian's indifferent expression made Yuanshi Tianzun punch the cotton in anger.

The newly accepted disciples are all in the palace, and others can't hear their conversation, but they can't just do it, right?

Yuanshi Tianzun had to turn his head and look at Laozi beside him: "Big brother!"

The trial formation in the mountain was discussed by them earlier, but now Tongtian accepted disciples so casually.

In the future, those creatures will travel in the prehistoric world, which will ruin the reputation of the Three Pure Ones.

More importantly, many of the creatures accepted by Tongtian have very bad hearts and minds, which may destroy the luck of the Three Pure Ones.

"In the future, there will only be Xuandu in our sect, and you can do whatever you want!" After saying this, Laozi took Xuandu and disappeared in the Sanqing Palace.

Seeing that the big brother left directly, Yuanshi Tianzun was stunned, and his face trembled slightly.

Then he snorted in his heart, and at the same time, he put away those figures and disappeared in the scene, out of sight, out of mind.

Tongtian saw this scene, stepped out, and left with the remaining four people.

When everyone disappeared, a faint sigh came from the silent Sanqing Palace.

In the prehistoric world, on Mount Xumi in the west.

Jie Yin and Zhunti sat opposite each other, their faces a little solemn.

Although they had obtained the cultivation method passed down by their master, they needed to rely on the luck of heaven and earth.

But the West was barren, and they didn't have many disciples in the Western Sect, so naturally there was no luck gathering.

Although the luck of the Demon Court was shattered because of Tianyuan, the scattered luck was almost all in the East.

This was also one of the reasons why they were very happy to see the internal strife of the Three Pure Ones.

The more chaotic the East was, the more chances they had in the West to get a share.

However, with the current situation in the wild, they didn't dare to mess around. Not to mention the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, even Tianyuan on Buzhou Mountain was an insurmountable gap.

The two looked at each other and looked down at the direction of the netherworld.

"Brother still knows my mind!" Zhunti put his hands together and said a gentle word.

If you want the Western Sect to grow stronger, you naturally need more creatures.

The Styx created Asura and established the Asura religion to become a saint. It is obvious that Asura also has great luck.

They dare not set foot in the East for the time being, so now they can only set their sights on the Styx.

Moreover, some time ago, they found that the Styx was frantically creating the Asura clan, and it seemed that it was also going to get involved in the Western land. It was just right to strike first.

He made a Buddhist verse with his hands and nodded slightly: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Junior Brother!"

The two did not dare to offend the Three Pure Ones, but they had nothing to worry about the Styx.

It was not easy to ferry some Asuras to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"Good!"

Zhunti nodded slightly, and the lotus platform under him slowly rose and faded into the void.

Outside the Netherworld Blood Sea, Zhunti, who was sitting on the lotus platform, appeared, with a strong magic power surrounding him, isolating the faint blood mist.

The blood sea was turbid, and even the soul could be corroded. Although the saint of the Heavenly Dao was not afraid, he was particularly disgusted.

Zhunti, who appeared in the air, looked down and saw many ghosts standing below, escorted by many Asuras and drifting towards the blood sea.

In the rolling blood mist rising in the distance, roars echoed one after another.

Zhunti, standing in the air, could see clearly that Asuras emerged from the rolling blood waves from time to time.

"Minghe is really ambitious." Zhunti was surprised when he glanced at the many teams surrounding the blood sea.

Under his sight, many Asuras emerged every minute and every second. And there were countless ghosts gathering outside the blood sea.

The West was barren and could not support many people to practice. It was more precious than quantity. Those powerful Asuras were naturally in the blood sea.

Zhunti, with many thoughts in his mind, moved quickly and reached out to grab the blood sea.

The expected resistance did not appear. Zhunti had thought about sparring with Minghe, but the blood sea did not move at all.

Those Asuras at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm were captured by Zhunti without any resistance.

Looking at the many Asuras and ghosts who could not move under his powerful aura, Zhunti was puzzled: "Isn't the guy Minghe in the Blood Sea?"

Before he became a saint, he had studied this old neighbor a lot.

Minghe was born in the Blood Sea and practiced the art of the Blood God Son, so he was closely connected with the Blood Sea.

Even if he was not there, he would definitely know about such a big event in his nest at the first time, so it makes no sense for him not to show up now.

Looking at the captured Asuras, Zhunti's divine thoughts quickly swept over them, and his brows frowned slightly.

These Asuras didn't even know where Minghe was going.

"Weird! Weird! It's impossible for a saint to disappear like this, right?" Zhunti's divine thoughts swept towards the entire Netherworld, but he still didn't find any fluctuations in Minghe.

This sudden discovery made Zhunti a little shocked.

Minghe, like them, also became a saint through merit and had the Blood Sea as a backing, but now he disappeared.

Zhunti, with a solemn expression on his face, quickly calmed down and began to search for the Styx in the prehistoric land.

As saints, although they can hide their own breath, if they force the induction, they can still find each other with the help of the soul entrusted to the way of heaven.

After a while, Zhunti opened his eyes and his face became extremely solemn.

There was no fluctuation of the Styx in the entire prehistoric land.

Zhunti, with a solemn face, looked at the blood sea below him again.

The Netherworld Blood Sea is a space in itself. Could it be that the other party is hiding in the deepest part of the blood sea?

Saints are most concerned about their reputation. He captured the Asura clan like this. With the heart of the Styx, he would definitely not tolerate it and could not hide.

After sweeping away some powerful Asuras again, Zhunti's figure immediately disappeared in the air.

On Mount Xumi, Jie Yin opened his eyes and looked at Zhunti who appeared with a little surprise.

It wasn't long since Zhunti left, and he didn't feel any fluctuations of fighting in the Netherworld.

Without waiting for Jie Yin to ask, Zhunti said in a hurry: "Brother, the Styx is missing."

If it was an ordinary creature, it would be fine, but the Styx is a saint after all. How could Zhunti not panic when he disappeared so quietly.

Jie Yin was stunned. Although he knew that his junior brother could not lie to him, he immediately calmed down and sensed the entire prehistoric world.

Just like Zhunti before, he explored the prehistoric land and did not find any fluctuations in the Styx.

With a gloomy face, he looked at Mount Buzhou.

Earlier, the Styx had trouble with Tianyuan, but was defeated by the other party.

During the time when they went to Zixiao Palace, would the Styx go to Mount Buzhou again, but now it has ruined Tianyuan's way.

Zhunti swallowed his saliva, and had the same guess in his heart, and then he was frightened.

The power of the saint lies in the fact that the soul is entrusted to the way of heaven. Could it be that Tianyuan has a way to deal with the saint?