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

Hongjun suppressed the anger in his heart and gave Styx a smiling face.

"The disciple of Fellow Daoist Styx is a majestic god, worthy of being the sun star god."

Hongjun resisted the urge to beat Styx and flattered Styx.

I can't beat it, but I can only endure it.

"That is required!"

"My disciple Dijun, Taiyi, has the qualifications of a saint!"

Styx stroked his chin and smiled like an old father.

There was a great writer in the previous life.

Unknown in his later years, with red hair!

In one of his books, there is a supporting role who is as popular as the protagonist.

My son Wang Teng has the qualifications of a great emperor!

Although Styx has no sons, his disciples still have the qualifications of saints.

He borrowed this phrase.

In spite of the popularity, Styx dares to be the number one, but no one dares to be the second!

The battle between Kunpeng and Jieyin Zhunti ended with Zhunti being seriously injured.

At any rate, he is a descendant of the ancestor of Kunpeng, and Kunpeng's fighting power is astonishing.

With Daluo Jinxian's mid-stage cultivation base, he can resist the supernatural powers of leading Taoists and Zhunti Taoists.

Kunpeng was also injured a little bit, but it was insignificant compared to Zhunti.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, it's your turn to preach!"

Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, don't make fun of preaching.

After all, it is Hongjun's dojo, the first saint in the prehistoric era, and the spokesperson of the way of heaven.

Styx still wants to lose face.

"Great!"

Hongjun endured the humiliation.

Kind brows and kind eyes, with a peaceful face.

In Zixiao Palace, after a farce ended.

A sound of Taoism came out, and countless visions were born.

Golden lotuses spring up from the ground, flowers fall from the sky, and fairy music sings together.

In the center of Zixiao Palace, a white cloud appeared.

Hongjun's figure emerged.

"Welcome Daozu!"

Many innate gods saluted one after another and paid homage to Hongjun Daozu on the cloud platform.

Daozu, Hongjun is worthy of such an honorary title.

There was Rahu who taught the way of demons before, but the demons have already escaped into the demon world.

At this time, the prehistoric times, the inheritance was interrupted.

Hongjun preached, preached in the wild, and had the grace of preaching to the innate gods.

Daozu Hongjun had an amiable face, and as soon as he raised his hand, all the great masters under the seat quieted down.

The next moment, a bloody lotus platform flew out of the void.

Landing on Hongjun's left, Minghe sat cross-legged on the Yehuo Honglian, looking at the people below with great interest.

"This is the Lord of the Nether Blood Sea, the Blood Lord of the Styx River, and you are still waiting to see him."

"Meet Your Majesty!"

The innate gods saluted for a while.

A great power who can sit on an equal footing with Daozu Hongjun must not be an ordinary generation.

"Don't be too polite!"

Styx raised his hands and glanced at Hongjun.

"This deity is just here to see. Fellow Daoist Hongjun can start preaching, so don't worry about this deity."

After speaking, Styx closed his eyes.

A look that has nothing to do with me.

Seeing that Styx was no longer making trouble, Hongjun started his business.

"Zunti, sit down!"

As Hongjun spoke, a futon appeared beside Kunpeng.

Seeing this, Zhunti scrambled and sat on the futon.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he looked satisfied.

"Thank you Daozu for your blessing!"

Zhunti immediately bowed down.

The cause and effect of the destruction of the western leylines will be repaid with the positions of two saints.

As a last resort, Hongjun had to give up another holy seat.

Seeing this, the other innate gods regretted nothing.

"In the future, when you preach, the seat will be here!"

"Since you are able to come to Zixiao Palace, you naturally have a relationship with the poor Taoist. Now I will explain the Taoism."