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The movements of the ancestral witches also stopped.

In the eyes of everyone, two boys and girls who looked only seven or eight years old came out.

They were dressed in loose Taoist robes, and they looked very cute, like porcelain dolls, with bright eyes like black gems.

"Zixiao Palace has been opened, everyone can go in and listen to Daozu's sermon."

Haotian boy said.

"It's work."

Many prehistoric powers nodded their heads one after another.

Although Haotian and Yaochi are just two boys, they are saint doormen after all, so they dare not neglect.

"Brother, do you want to continue?"

Gonggong and the others quickly sent a voice message to Dijiang.

Di Jiang was about to nod, but was stopped by Zhu Jiuyin: "East Emperor Taiyi has the innate treasure Chaos Clock in his hand. With our current strength, we may not be able to kill him."

"Rather than that, it's better to seize the opportunity and occupy the six futons that represent the saints of heaven."

"Second brother, we already have the method of sanctifying the body, why do we need those six futons?"

Zu Rong Zuwu was a little puzzled.

"We don't need these six futons, but we can occupy them first and then give them to others."

"This is the karma and favor of the six saints. One day when my witch clan is in great trouble, can they not take action?"

Zhu Jiuyin, who is responsible for the intelligence of the witch tribe, has a very clear mind.

"Yes! It makes sense!"

The rest of the ancestral witches suddenly opened up, protecting Houtu ancestral witches and pushing towards the gate of Zixiao Palace.

At this time, the two boys Haotian and Yaochi had just stepped aside, and all the great powers who were waiting here rushed towards Zixiao Palace in a swarm.

Their first thought was to grab a better position to listen to the preaching of the sage Hongjun.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, Zhu Rong, who had a human body with a beast head, covered in red scales, wore fire snakes in his ears, and stepped on a fire dragon, directly channeled his divine power at the level of a Da Luo Jinxian, activated the law of fire, formed a huge fire dragon, and blasted towards the crowd past.

"Hold the grass!"

After feeling the raging flames, many primordial powers quickly dodged, for fear of being burned into coke by the monstrous flames.

"Zu Wu, what do you want to do?"

"It's too much, you actually come here to make trouble and hinder me from seeking the truth!"

"Witch Clan, you are provoking public outrage!"

All the great powers of the past were filled with righteous indignation, criticizing Zu Wu for his actions.

Among them, Sanqing, Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jun and others all looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches with unkind faces.

"Zu Wu, this is the Daoist of Saints! How can you allow yourself to be presumptuous!"

Di Jun stood up and reprimanded.

"The Wu Clan has no primordial spirit, and Taoist Hongjun's preaching is useless to the Wu Clan. What are you trying to do?"

Yuan also said with a sullen face.

"Are you teaching me the witch clan to do things? Get lost if you don't want to die!"

Zhu Rong Zuwu directly ignored everyone's reprimand, and blasted out a fire dragon again, forcing all the great powers in front of him away.

And Dijiang Zuwu took the opportunity to display the power of the law of space, directly folded the space, led the Zuwu to surpass other great powers in an instant, and entered Zixiao Palace first.

The prehistoric beings who can travel through the void and chaos and come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, their cultivation bases are not low.

At this time, seeing the Wu Clan being so arrogant and domineering, they were all very angry, and at the same time they were puzzled.

The Wu Clan without Yuanshen clearly knew that Hongjun's preaching was useless to the Wu Clan, so why did they offend so many powerful people and enter Zixiao Palace first?

"The Wu Clan is really too arrogant, and I'm so angry, why don't we unite and fight against the Wu Clan together?"

Di Jun said angrily to Sanqing, Nuwa, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng who were beside him.

These are the most powerful group in the prehistoric world except Hongjun. If they join forces, they will be able to stand against the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Forget it, this is the saint's ashram. Don't make mistakes. If the saint blames me and doesn't let me wait to hear the sermon, it doesn't matter to the witch clan. I will lose a lot later. And the twelve of them won't take up much space, just let them go. go."

Lao Tzu, the leader of the Three Purities, shook his head faintly.

After listening to Lao Tzu's words, many prehistoric creatures who were preparing to respond to Di Jun's call stopped their thoughts.

Even Di Jun stopped talking.

It is really not worthwhile to lose the opportunity to listen to the saint's sermon just to vent your anger.

Hong Yun stood by and remained silent.

He probably guessed what the Wu Clan was thinking, but he was not in a hurry.

Because he knew that the six purple futons were useless to the Wu Clan, and if he asked the Wu Clan to give him one at that time, the Wu Clan would not refuse because of the fate of the "Senior World Master" choosing them to answer the questions together.

As for whether the karma of selling the futon would involve him in the Lich Tribulation, Hong Yun wasn't worried either.

As long as he can get a purple futon and become a saint, even in the calamity, he will be safe and sound.

Moreover, Hong Yun has inexplicable confidence in that mysterious and powerful "Senior World Master".

With the presence of "Senior World Master", in the eyes of Patriarch Hongyun, even if the Wu Clan is involved in the calamity, they may not necessarily be destroyed!

Without obstruction, the Twelve Ancestral Witches easily entered the Zixiao Palace, and saw that the futons in front of them were not futons.

In the first row, there were indeed only six purple futons.

Although they had long believed in the words of "Senior World Master", they were still very excited at this time, and they separated six people to occupy all six purple futons.

Chapter 8 Why did the accident happen?

After a while, other prehistoric creatures followed.

When they saw the six purple futons in the first row that had been occupied by the witches, they subconsciously felt that these futons were very important.

"It's no wonder the Wu clan would rather offend so many people and come in first. I'm afraid they already knew the existence of these six futons! And there must be some special opportunity! We should be tougher just now, otherwise we won't be taken by them all !"

Di Jun looked at Dong Huangtai with an extremely ugly expression.

Sanqing, Kunpeng and others who were not far away from him also regretted it.

If they had just teamed up, one of the six futons might belong to them.

What made them equally puzzled was, why did the Wu Clan know about the existence of these six futons in advance?

Although they couldn't figure it out, and they were envious and jealous, they didn't dare to grab Zuwu's seat, so they could only settle for the second best and occupied the second row.

Hongjun, who had been secretly observing the situation here, also frowned at this time, looking puzzled.

"Why did the accident happen?"

In Hongjun's plan, the six purple futons should be occupied by Sanqing, Nuwa, Kunpeng, and Hongyun first.

Then, Zhunti and Jieyin replaced Kunpeng and Hongyun.

He took advantage of the opportunity to accept Sanqing as his apprentice, and obtained the luck of opening the sky from Sanqing.

Accept Nuwa as an apprentice, guide her to create human beings, and gain the luck of the human race.

Finally, he brought Zhunti into his sect and guided him to preach.

Repay the karma owed in the battle between immortals and demons.

With these good fortunes, Hongjun can fit the Dao with his body and become the Dao Patriarch, always superior to other prehistoric creatures.

Moreover, as the only saint in the prehistoric world, Hongjun's deduction, insight into fate, and the power of heavenly secrets are unparalleled in the world.

He had deduced it several times before and it was correct, but now, Zu Wu actually occupied all six futons, which was completely beyond his plan.

The most important thing is that no matter how he deduces, he can't deduce why such a change occurred!

Zixiao Palace.

All the prehistoric creatures present had already found their seats, waiting for Hongjun to come out and preach.

"Fellow Daoist of the Witch Clan, can you let me share a futon with the poor Taoist? The poor Taoist is very grateful."

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in Zixiao Palace.

Everyone followed the prestige, and they were stunned!

He is actually the most famous good guy in the prehistoric world: Patriarch Hongyun, who wants the hot-tempered Zuwu to "move his ass".

In order to occupy these six futons, the Wu tribe did not hesitate to offend more than 2000 prehistoric powers present.

The importance of the futon can be seen.

Hongyun just wants to deal with one word and let one come out?

how can that be!

however.

To the shock of most of Hong Huang Da Neng present, after Di Jiang thought about it, he asked Xuan Ming to stand up directly, and exchanged positions with Patriarch Hongyun.

So, with a single sentence, Hongyun sat on the purple futon in the first row.

When the people around saw this situation, a mouthful of old blood in their chest almost spurted out.

Some people even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had seen it wrong.

That's Zu Wu!

In the "underworld" in the prehistoric world, the most irritable gangster exists who will fight if there is a disagreement.

When did you become so talkative?

"Hong Yun, do you know what the six purple futons are for?"

Zhen Yuanzi was a little puzzled and passed on the sound to the ancestor Hongyun.

He knew the temperament of his old friend, and if he didn't know some inside information, he would definitely not owe others favors.

"Yuanzi, these six futons represent the six future saints!"

Patriarch Hongyun thought for a while and then replied via voice transmission.

"what?"

When Zhen Yuanzi heard the words, he immediately stared wide-eyed and almost exclaimed.

In the vast prehistoric world, Hongjun is the only one who has become a saint. These six futons actually represent the positions of six saints? !

"How did you know?"

After a brief buffer, Zhen Yuanzi asked.

Ancestor Hongyun naturally had nothing to hide from his old friend, Dang even told Zhen Yuanzi all about his entry into the answering space.

"I see!"

"No wonder the Twelve Ancestral Witches would rather offend so many people than occupy these six futons!"

After Zhen Yuanzi digested the news, he showed a sudden realization, and his heart became hot.

A saint, but the supreme being, who turns his hands into the sky and turns his hands into the earth, is an immortal existence!

No one can resist this temptation!

Zhen Yuanzi immediately bit the bullet and said to Zu Wu: "Fellow Taoists of the Wu Clan, can you also give the Poor Dao a seat on the futon?"

All the ancestral witches looked at Di Jiang, but Di Jiang didn't make a sound.

"Pindao is willing to exchange it with a top-grade innate spirit treasure."

Zhen Yuanzi felt a little anxious, and took out a top-grade innate spirit treasure.

At this time, most of the prehistoric powers present became short of breath.

How precious are congenital spiritual treasures?