martial law

'The current Haotian and Yaochi are still two very innocent children, who would have thought that they would have the last laugh, and as they grow up, they will gradually become ruthless. '

Yang Lin chuckled, and turned his attention to the huge space of Zixiao Palace.

Not surprisingly, Daozu Hongjun has not yet appeared. On the high platform, there is a purple futon, which should be the seat reserved by Daozu for himself.

And under the high platform, there are six futons in the first row, and six people are already sitting there.

The first one on the left looks like an old man, with an ancient and clumsy face, with a calm expression, his eyes seem to be closed but not closed, he sits there and waits quietly, not paying attention to the noise around him.

This person's aura is mysterious and obscure, he looks like an ordinary person, there is nothing surprising, but for some reason, he just dare not underestimate it, just like seeing the lofty mountains in the prehistoric land, the mountains are speechless and majestic.

The second one has a majestic face and a majestic aura like the movement of heaven and earth. At first glance, people respect him and dare not be presumptuous.

The third place is like a long sword piercing the world, so sharp that people don't want to take a second look at it at first glance.

Just staring at it, there is a wave of catastrophe, immersing in the soul.

This is Sanqing.

It's Lao Tzu, Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian, ​​who are also the sons of this world.

Yang Lin met these three people on the way here, and when he watched them closely, he realized that the other party was extremely powerful. Although these three were also at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, the aura and deterrent power of these people were Compared with Kunpeng and Hongyun, I don't know how much stronger it is.

Sure enough, realm is not enough to rely on. Some people are born to stand in Rome, and their strength is so powerful that they cannot be judged by common sense.

Sitting on the fourth futon is a woman. This woman is dignified and beautiful, gentle and serene, just like a symbol of all the good things in this world. Once she takes a look at it, it is hard to move her eyes away.

Behind her stood a handsome young man in a white robe...

This woman must be Nuwa, and standing quietly behind her is Fuxi.

The fifth place, this one, Yang Lin is very familiar with.

Dressed in a red Taoist robe, with a radiant look on his brows, this person sat on the futon restlessly, happily, talking to a middle-aged man with a calm and dignified face behind him, completely ignoring the dark crowd behind him. in the eyes.

The sixth place is not as simple as knowing.

Just as Yang Lin looked over, there was a fierce look in this man's eyes, looking fiercely, as if he was about to kill someone.

That's right, this person is Kunpeng.

It was also the first fierce enemy that Yang Lin forged after coming to the wild land.

Yang Lin suspected that if it wasn't for being in Zixiao Palace, these people would all be in awe. I'm afraid that Demon Master Kunpeng would stand up and beat him up. He could do such a thing.

Not far behind Kunpeng, there were two middle-aged men dressed in gold robes, full of aura, and their aura was faintly familiar to middle-aged men, Yang Lin was slightly silent.

'This kind of feeling, no need to ask, should be Lu Ya's father, Emperor Jun Yaohuang, who is one with Donghuang Tai.

Sure enough, the tiger father had dogs and sons. Compared with these two, although Lu Ya became a quasi-sage in the end, he still couldn't get on the stage.

The same is the Golden Crow, these two are at least ten times stronger than the little six.

Looking at it from a distance, there is a fire that is about to ignite from the bottom of my heart, and people can't help but avoid it.

'Sure enough, is it still late?Even the Demon Emperor didn't grab a seat, how slow am I? '

Yang Lin took a glance, and there were probably nearly two thousand monks in the hall, all of whom were of great aura.

If it is placed outside, even if there is no fight, this powerful coercion will probably collapse the sky.

However, in Zixiao Palace, they are just like ordinary people, they can't even damage the ordinary square bricks on the ground, and the little grass growing from the cracks of the bricks.

Sure enough, it is not worthy of being the residence of Taoist ancestors.

Although he didn't grab a seat, Yang Lin didn't accept his fate. Instead, he quietly pushed forward regardless of other people's eyes.

Even pushing away the demon emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, and getting closer to the six-person futon, he didn't care about Kunpeng's increasingly fierce gaze.

In fact, he was not the only one who pushed forward like him.

There are two more.

All the revisionists were quietly waiting for Daozu to appear, when suddenly there was a loud cry from the crowd.

Everyone was surprised and looked around quickly.

I saw two Taoist priests who just came in, one of them was emaciated, with a bitter face and poorly dressed.The other person has a handsome face, narrow and long eyebrows, slightly thin lips, the same plain clothes, and a sad complexion.

The two squeezed forward, and they reached the edge of the futon. Seeing that it was full of people, they were immediately dumbfounded, and the delicate Taoist burst into tears.

"Senior brother, our western spirit veins are completely destroyed, it's barren and desolate, and it's the farthest from Zixiao Palace, it's really too remote. This time I came a little late, but I can't even get a seat, it's too bitter What's the point of our life? It's better to hit him head-on."

This Taoist opened his mouth to cry out for a trivial matter, but his cultivation base was extremely powerful, and his words shook everyone's souls, making those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Some of the weaker souls also shed tears.

It was as if he had seen the scene of the Western world, where there were many bones and no grass, and also saw the determination of the two Taoists to trek hard, just to survive.

Everyone couldn't help empathizing. Seeing the young Taoist, he was about to bump his head against the pillar, and one of them couldn't help shouting: "Wait a minute."

"Isn't it just a seat? It's worth living and dying, just let you sit down."

This is what Hong Yun said.

He was standing against the backs of these two Taoists with miserable faces, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body. For some reason, he felt pity in his heart.

The good old man attribute broke out.

"Kunpeng, these two Taoists are so friendly, let them sit down."

Kunpeng was furious in his heart, and was about to sternly scold, when he inadvertently glanced at the two Taoists behind him, his heart trembled.

He found that the two opponents were so powerful that they were still far above him, and they didn't dare to make a mistake for a while, they just kept silent and sat on the futon without moving.

Just as Hongyun stood up, the handsome Taoist's eyes flashed, and he stopped crying. He grabbed the sad and thin Taoist, pushed him to the fifth seat, and turned his head to look at Demon Master Kunpeng, with sharp brows The light of the knife flashed, and he shouted: "You are a flat-haired beast, what qualifications do you have to sit with me, have no one asked you to step aside? Quickly step aside, or you will look good."

This Taoist cried so much that everyone's souls were shaken, and when he began to shout and curse, the situation changed even more, with a murderous aura like a sea, he stared at Kunpeng relentlessly, unexpectedly.

Kunpeng was furious in his heart, his eyes were blood red, and he was so angry that he was about to strike.

How could he still remember that this is Zixiao Palace? Before he could make a move, he heard another person shouting next to him: "As soon as you are dressed in fur and horns, you are a wet body egg, and you are indeed not qualified to sit with us. If you don't This fellow Taoist gave up his seat..."

Kunpeng was like pouring cold water on him, not daring to move on the spot.

He recognized that the person who made the sound was the original Taoist among the Sanqing. This person disliked the monster race the most, but he was so powerful that even the Monster Emperor was no match for him, and of course Kunpeng couldn't beat him.

Moreover, there are two brothers who are inseparable in this original, offending one person is offending three people.

The three looked at each other in unison, the pressure was as great as the sky collapsed.

As soon as he felt guilty, he became timid.

Looking around in a blink of an eye, seeing Yaodijun and Donghuangtaiyi also had ugly faces and didn't speak, Kunpeng could only suppress his anger, stood up angrily, and moved away from the futon.

"now it's right."

The Qingxiu Taoist laughed, a smugness flashed in his eyes, and he was about to sit down...

Unexpectedly, the person next to him took the first step, and with a push of his buttocks, he was already on the futon.

"It's just right, Pindao is also tired from the journey, so you're welcome, sit down first, and you must mention fellow daoist, do you have any objections?"

Yang Lin laughed lightly, his buttocks seemed to have taken root, and he sat on the futon and let out a long sigh of comfort.

Chapter 681 Intimidation and temptation, tit for tat

"you you……"

Zhunti couldn't believe his eyes.

He was crying and howling earlier, using his huge soul power to make everyone empathize, especially arousing the compassion of those two idiots in Hong Yun, so he couldn't help but give up his seat and grabbed a seat.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately turned his back on him, with a stern voice, and under the pressure of the general situation, he angrily reprimanded the demon master Kunpeng.

As soon as he loses his energy, he becomes cowardly, and Kunpeng has no face, sitting on the last futon and being looked down upon by others.

Therefore, I can only give up my seat...

When things come to this point, the merits and virtues are naturally consummated. Zhunti believes that among the [-] guests present in Zixiao Palace, there are only a few sitting in front, and they are worthy of discussing with their own brothers. Others are not worth it. Mention.

He sat with peace of mind, and also sat with elation.

Do your part.

Why go to such lengths to fight for this seat?

In fact, when the Yuanshen enters the realm and the spiritual cultivation reaches a very high level, others don't know it, but Zhunti and Jieying can see it clearly as soon as they enter Zixiao Palace.

Looking around, in Zixiao Palace, on the high platform, that seat, at first sight, is like seeing God, I dare not look more.

But under the high platform, the six futon seats lined up in a line are filled with good fortune and shrouded in purple air. As far as the eyes can see, it is like seeing the blue sea and the mulberry field in the future, the power of heaven and earth...

These six seats are not easy, we must not let them go, we must fight for a seat.

Zhunti and his elder brother just looked at each other and made a decision.

Crying and wailing, attracting attention, coercing words, and shocking the soul, he finally achieved his goal, but before he had time to be happy, he saw a handsome young Taoist priest in green robes popping out of nowhere, with a smile on his face, and he was already ahead of him. One step, and sat on the last futon.

Zhunti almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

I worked so hard, spent all my time, and lost all face, how can I get a seat that is cheaper for others?

No, where did this Taoist come from? He looked completely inconspicuous just now, but he just stood there quietly, without any threat, extremely gentle.

There is no trace of threat at all.

However, such agility, such adaptability?

I just turned around and took a look, and in an instant, he had already sat on the seat.

Zhunti was furious in his heart, a hostility almost burst through his forehead, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his pupils. He groaned, took a long breath, suppressed the frenzied killing intent, and squeezed out a smile: "This one said Friends, you see, we two brothers came from the barren land in the west, it was really hard work, that Hongyun and Kunpeng Taoist friends have already given up their seats to my brothers, do you stand up..."

"This seat is predestined to be a poor Taoist, so there is no need to say more, fellow Taoist."

Yang Lin looked serious, and waved his hands calmly, just sitting on the futon.

What I put on is an attitude of "Let's let the wind from the southeast to the northwest, I will stand still".

You say, if you can talk more, if I shake my butt, I will lose.

As soon as he sat on the futon, the ability of the heavenly eye to understand misfortunes and misfortunes was already touched.

As expected, I guessed correctly, since the six seats are where the holy seats will be located in the future, they naturally have their own peculiarities, and they are not just seats for rest.

If it's just a seat for resting, then, Zixiao Palace is so vast, where can't people sit?

Even if you are sitting on the ground, at a distance, listening to Hongjun Daozu preaching, you can still hear him, and you can stand up after sitting for a long time, and you are not afraid of numbness in your feet.

So, what is the magic of six seats.

As soon as Yang Lin sat down, he didn't see anything else clearly, at least he saw clearly, when his butt touched the futon, he felt extremely calm.

Around the body, there is still a ray of indifferent regular energy swirling around, which seems to be integrated with this hall. Without permission, if outsiders want to attack themselves, they may attack the hall.

This, of course, needs to be confirmed.

But Yang Lin guessed that it was probably true.

As long as you sit on the futon, no matter how powerful you are, you will never hurt a single hair of yourself.

In fact, in Zixiao Palace, under normal circumstances, no one would fight.

They came to listen to the sermon, and the saint was in front of him, and no one dared to be presumptuous, lest they offend Hong Jun.

It can be seen from this that Hongyun is stupid, and Kunpeng is not much better. When he was frightened, he left the futon in despair. In other words, even if you can't get down, who can drag you down?

Yang Lin's sentence "The seat is destined for me" was blocked and he almost didn't bring it up in one breath. He looked around with different expressions, and all the monks were joking. It took a while to reorganize his words, and his tone was particularly gloomy: , No matter how capable you are, how great things you can do, although the prehistoric land is vast, for our generation of Qi refiners, hundreds of millions of miles are just idle, and you can't see those who look up. There are many friends and many roads, don't you think so?

It is not a wise move for fellow daoist to forcibly snatch the seats of my brother and me today.In Zixiao Palace, if you give face to a sage, you won’t be moved. After the sermon is over, all grievances and grievances will have to be faced. At that time, there will inevitably be a scene. Ask yourself, fellow Taoists, can you stop my two brothers? "

Zhunti, this person is indeed a powerful person who can carry forward the Western religion in future generations, and has made a plan for great prosperity early on. He has a plan and a way of dealing with the world. .

Some people around cheered: "Yes, Taoist Wu Namu, who received and recommended two fellow Taoists, on the prehistoric land, are well-known masters, and there are no more than five fingers in the world who can stand against them. Moreover, Fellow Daoist Zhunti has the most clear distinction between grievances and grievances, revenge is not overnight, if you offend him today, you may be killed by him as soon as you leave Zixiao Palace, so you have to be careful."

"That's it, fellow Daoist, you have done a bad job in this matter. Listening to the Tao and seeking the Dharma, where is it not listening? It is necessary to offend an enemy that you can't afford to offend for the sake of a seat. This is the right way to take death."

"That's right, that's right, Taoist Mu, please think twice before acting..."

Noisy and noisy all around, cute and lovely.

The colorful and grotesque cultivators of Da Luo Realm tried their best to persuade them.

There is sincerity and there is falsehood.

Most of them still couldn't see that Yang Lin, an unknown person who could not be considered too powerful at a glance, was also sitting on the futon.