Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Kunpeng is alone and weak.

Sanqing and the others have strong cultivation bases, so it is not suitable for them to form enemies.

Nuwa has Fuxi's backing, and she is a generation of women, so it is not easy to do anything.

Acceptance and quasi-mention can only point the finger at Kunpeng.

Zhunti smiled and looked at Patriarch Kunpeng kindly.

Ignore the blood and snot on his face.

Zhunti seems to be a kind person.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, can you give up your seat to my two senior brothers? The journey to the west is far away, and my senior brother and I have traveled thousands of miles to come here. I would like to ask fellow Taoists to make it easier for you."

Kunpeng snorted coldly.

Put your mind on him.

Accurate mention and reception are really good enough.

"Let Nimabi, get the hell out of here, old ancestor, there is no East and West in the prehistoric world, out of the prehistoric is chaos, fellow daoist rat tail juice!"

Kunpeng went berserk directly, as if on a rage.

It is impossible to give up your seat.

Styx in the depths of Zixiao Palace showed an aunt-like smile.

Chapter 94 The Battle of Zixiao Palace, I Spit Blood

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.