Those with high aptitude, with a smile on their faces, have a hazy light on their bodies, as if they have gained something.

Those with poor qualifications frown tightly, out of ten true meanings, only two or three.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no interest in what Hongjun said, after all, they didn't have souls, and they couldn't understand them at all.

Simply, the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to practice Hunyuan Shensha Jue on their own.

The prehistoric era does not remember the years, and after 3000 years passed, the sage Hongjun gradually stopped preaching.

And the thick dao rhyme rippling in the Zixiao Palace also gradually dissipated.

Everyone gradually opened their eyes, and everyone got something.

Many prehistoric powers may have a clearer understanding of Da Luo's road, and what's more, they have directly raised a small realm.

After cultivating to the realm of the Great Luo Jinxian, it takes at least a million years to as many as tens of millions of years to upgrade to a small realm.

Everyone listened to the sermon here, and after only 3000 years, they have made great progress.

The three thousand mortal guests present all admired the saint Hongjun at this moment.

"Thank you saint for preaching for us!"

"May the sage be honored as the ancestor of Daoism!"

Three thousand mortal guests saluted together.

The visitors from Zixiao Palace present can be said to be the most powerful group of creatures in the prehistoric world.

When they go back after listening to the sermon this time, they will definitely spread the Taoism in the prehistoric world.

Respecting Hongjun as the Taoist ancestor is also a matter of course.

When Hongjun heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Although some things were beyond expectations, his goal was probably achieved anyway.

"This sermon is over, and Zixiao Palace will be reopened in 1 years to explain the way of quasi-sage!"

After Daozu Hongjun finished speaking, he disappeared into Zixiao Palace out of thin air.

"Humph!"

As soon as Hongjun Daozu left, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng and others immediately snorted at the ancestor witches, full of arrogance.

When they first came to Zixiao Palace, most of the strongest group of people were in the early stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches forcibly seized six futons by virtue of their large number of people.

But now, by listening to Hongjun Daozu's preaching, their strength has greatly increased, they have broken through a small realm, and become the strong in the middle stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

Among the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, it can be said that he is the number one.

But in the eyes of Di Jun and others, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have no primordial spirit, and they can't understand the sage's preaching at all, so they have wasted 3000 years here in vain.

When everyone else's strength is increasing, the strength of the ancestral witches is stagnant, which is equivalent to weakening.

If it weren't for Di Jun and the others to worry that the six people sitting in the first row owed Zu Wu karma and favor.

They even wanted to give Zu Wu a bad start, and let out the anger of being almost burned by Zhu Rong before.

"You fucking miscellaneous bird pulls a feather, believe it or not, I burned all the feathers on your body!"

Zhu Rong, who has the most fiery temper, is about to strike immediately when he sees Di Jun and the others look smug and condescending.

"Not urgent."

Zhu Jiuyin sneered.

They stayed to listen to the sermon, and they planned to kill Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi after listening.

So there is no rush, and we are going to wait for both parties to leave Zixiao Palace before making a move.

Chapter 12 Di Jun: The Clown Is Actually Myself

The gate of the Zixiao Palace was opened again, and the great powers of the past flew out of the Zixiao Palace one after another, turned into a long rainbow, submerged in the sea of ​​clouds, and returned to the prehistoric world.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were not in a hurry to leave, they were wooing the great powers in front of Zixiao Palace, planning to create a demon clan.

"Fellow Daoist, my two brothers want to establish a demon clan, are you willing to join us and share the power with us?"

Di Jun and Dong Huangtai asked Dong Wang Gong, Xi Wang Mu, Kunpeng Patriarch, Nu Wa and others all of them.

However, no one directly agreed to them.

After all, the prehistoric waters are too deep, and no one wants to be involved in power disputes for no reason.

Ancestor Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi walked side by side, communicating with each other with their spiritual thoughts, their eyes swept past Ancestor Kunpeng from time to time.

Considering that Zhunti is not weak, even if his strength increases greatly, it will be difficult to kill them.

Hong Yun planned to wait for 7000 years to ask "Senior World Master" if Zhen Yuanzi could also answer the questions and get rewarded.

If he can do the best, even if he can't, the reward he got for answering the question for the second time is enough to make him transform again.

At that time, the chances of succeeding in ambush Zhunti will be much higher.

Now, Patriarch Hongyun plans to kill Patriarch Kunpeng first to avoid future troubles.

Seeing Patriarch Kunpeng disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds as a stream of black light, Zhen Yuanzi and Patriarch Hongyun followed immediately.

Ye Feng watched Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi disappear in front of Zixiao Palace in Houtu's belly, and smiled in his heart.

"The original good prey has now become a murderous hunter, and the former hunter has become the prey. Interesting, interesting."

In fact, Hong Yun's blackening speed and the degree of ruthless determination are indeed a bit beyond Ye Feng's expectation.

Maybe the kinder the person is, the more terrifying he will be once he turns black.

"It's our turn, let's do it!"

As soon as Patriarch Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi left, Twelve Patriarch Wu Jiandi Jun and Donghuang Taiyi left Zixiao Palace and started working.

"Space Cage!"

Di Jiang shouted loudly, and the vast and pure divine power activated the law of space.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi hardly had time to react, and found that the surrounding space had gathered together layer upon layer.

An incomparably strong cage was formed, and they were all imprisoned in it.

"Zu Wu, don't bully people too much!"

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi roared angrily, with killing intent boiling over.

"Bullying you? Thinking too much, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhu Jiuyin sneered, and the twelve ancestral witches struck together, and the power of twelve laws came together to kill Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

The Wu Clan had a bad relationship with Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi before, but now that they know that these two will be the life and death enemies of the Wu Clan in the future, so the Twelve Ancestral Witches will naturally not keep their hands.

At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi only felt that the space around him had turned into terrifying sharp blades.

Even the space where they are standing now is pulling, as if trying to tear their bodies apart.

"You have wasted 3000 years in Zixiao Palace without making any progress, and you still don't know how to live or die!"

"This seat will let you see the gap between you and me today!"

With a roar, Di Jun directly sacrificed Hetu Luoshu.

Hetu Luoshu swelled against the wind, soaring to a million feet.

The mountains, rivers and rivers of the prehistoric world are all clearly visible on this river map Luoshu, which is incomparably clear and exudes a huge force of suppression.

Divine light circulated on Hetu Luoshu, and countless original runes were imprinted in the void, trying to open up the imprisoned space.

However, what surprised Di Jun was that time actually turned backwards at this moment.

He watched helplessly as the million-foot Hetu Luoshu shrunk rapidly, his divine light dimmed, and finally froze at the moment he just took out the Luohe book.

Di Jun only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Hetu Luoshu traveled through the void and came to Di Jiang's hands.

The combination of the power of time and the power of space is simply terrifyingly powerful.

Hetu Luoshu is Dijun's best congenital spiritual treasure, and now it has fallen into Dijiang's hands, making Dijun's heart bleed.

Di Jun originally thought that his strength was far superior to before, even if the laws mastered by the Twelve Ancestral Witches were powerful.

He can also rely on his superiority in realm to contend and even gain the upper hand.

But only now did Di Jun realize that the clown was himself.

His strength is growing, and for some reason, the ancestral witches have also made a huge leap in strength!

The ancestral witch's physical body is already terrifying, but now that they have obtained the method of proving the Tao and becoming holy in the physical body, it can be said that it is tailor-made, which makes them even more powerful.

During the 3000 years in Zixiao Palace, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin and other ancestor witches also broke through to the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian.

Under the same realm, Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin, who have mastered the laws of space and time and are invincible in the same realm physically, are obviously stronger than Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

Looking at the monstrous attack coming from overwhelming suppression, Donghuang Taiyi quickly sacrificed his innate treasure, the Chaos Clock, and detained the two of them inside.

The Chaos Clock is the first of the three innate treasures, possessing the power to suppress chaos, reverse time and space, refine yin and yang, and turn the world around.

This treasure is infinitely mysterious and infinitely good, it can imprison time and suppress space.

After sacrificing this bell, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were saved from being completely wiped out by the attack of the ancestor witch.

"It's the turtle shell again!"

Seeing that all his attacks were blocked by the Chaos Bell, the Twelve Patriarchs felt even more irritable.

"The innate treasure requires a sage to fully refine and exert its power. Donghuang Taiyi is nothing more than a Daluo Jinxian, and its ability to exert is limited."

"Since the divine power has been cut off, let's use our bodies to knock these two miscellaneous birds to death."

Gong Gong suggested.

"Makes sense!"

"Shock the miscellaneous birds to death, and see if they can't get out!"

Zhu Rong agreed.

Thus, the eleven great ancestor witches formed a circle, raised their fists at the same time, and slammed heavily on the Chaos Clock.

Only the Houtu ancestor witch was pregnant with Ye Feng, and the other ancestor witches refused to let her make a move.

"Boom!"

A loud and dull sound sounded, and the Chaos Clock vibrated violently. Ripples visible to the naked eye spread like ripples, dispelling the chaotic mist for millions of miles.

Although the Chaos Clock can isolate most of the power, but the eleven ancestor witches shot together, the power is simply terrifying to the extreme.

Even a mountain of tens of thousands of feet will be directly blasted into pieces by a single punch.

When the ancestral witches punched, Dijun and Donghuangtaiyi who were hiding in the Chaos Clock suddenly felt as if they were hit by an invisible meteorite, their chests were extremely dull, and they had the urge to vomit blood.

Hong Huang Da Neng, who hadn't left yet, saw the ancestral witches holding Emperor Junhuang Donghuang Taiyi in the chaos like this.

They couldn't help shivering, feeling a creepy feeling.

"It's so fucking fierce!"

Chapter 13 Hongjun's favoritism

The eleven ancestral witches went all out with dozens of fists, even if Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were hiding in the Chaos Clock, they were shocked until their internal organs cracked and a big mouthful of blood spewed out.

But the ancestral witches came here with the purpose of killing Emperor Jun Donghuang Taiyi and preventing the Lich from robbing.

They punched down one after another, trying to shake Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi into a pulp inside.

But at this moment, Daozu Hongjun's voice suddenly sounded:

"In front of the gate of Zixiao Palace, no noise is allowed!"

Then, a huge and supreme force pushed the twelve ancestor witches away.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all powerful, to Hongjun Taoist Ancestor who had already proved his way and sanctified, they were almost no different from ants, and they were easily pushed away.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches felt raging anger in their hearts when they saw that they had fallen short of success.

"How we do it is up to you..."

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