Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

Qingxuan saw the pair of Taiyin goddesses whose reputations were passed down to future generations. They were not very conspicuous among the innate saints, and their cultivation realm was not outstanding. They were not among the top, nor at the bottom.

There is nothing to say about the appearance. No matter what the true appearance is, the innate sacred body can be said to be perfect. It has been blessed by the great road and is beautiful in heaven and earth.

Just in terms of looks and posture, no one is worse than anyone else.

For innate sanctity, the beauty that is more important is not the appearance, but the avenue.

These two Taiyin goddesses have similar Taoist charms, but their temperaments are completely different. One is graceful and generous, and the other is cold and innocent.

And what they have in common can be seen at a glance. They have a kind of feminine beauty that comes from the great road, which should be directly related to their origins.

The innate holiness itself is not sensitive to the difference between men and women, but when seeing these two people, people will clearly realize the difference between yin and yang.

So, for the innate divine, this is indeed a beauty that will be noticed.

And if the bonus brought by her identity is added to it, it is not difficult to understand that her reputation is better than other prehistoric women's innate sanctity.

Unfortunately, in Qingxuan's eyes, it was just ordinary and did not bring him a sense of surprise, because these two buff bonuses were invalid for him.

"How is it?" the person next to him asked softly, looking at him.

"Just like that, just average." Qingxuan told the truth. In his eyes, these two women were no different from other innate and sacred women.

Qinglian turned her head and had no interest in paying attention to others.

No matter how great the supernatural beings in the legends of later generations are, it seems that they don't need to pay too much attention at this time. There is no innate saint present who can threaten their existence.

At this time, Qingxuan turned his eyes and looked at the entrance of Zixiao Palace. Two figures, Shanshan, came here, but it was the two figures he had always been concerned about, namely, Jie Ying and Zhunti.

I'm coming! Are you going to stage a drama about begging for a futon? Qingxuan was vaguely looking forward to it. After all, watching the fun was not too big a deal.

At the same time, he also saw something strange about the two of them. They had a lot of merit and their cultivation level was not bad. They were close to the fifth level of Daluo, but there was a slight chance that they did not break through.

This kind of cultivation is roughly at the same level as that of Sanqing Emperor Jun Taiyi, and is even slightly stronger.

Among the innate saints present, apart from Qingxuan and the other two, probably only Zhen Yuanzi's merits could be compared to them.

Qingxuan made a special trip to Wuzhuang Temple to return the book. At that time, he had already confirmed that Zhen Yuanzi's merit dividends were not low.

Qingxuan was watching every move of the two people, but he saw the two people looking around at the entrance of the hall, as if they were annoyed that they were late.

Then the two of them blended into the crowd of innate saints and kept drilling forward.

He obviously arrived later, but he was forced to the front by them. The method of guiding him was quite interesting, and he secretly used a trace of the power of the innate bitter bamboo to seal people's six senses.

An imperceptible trance of those innate gods led the two of them to the front.

They are innately sacred and have a distance between them, so that there will not be a rush to buy like the supermarket discounts in later generations.

It is a tacit understanding among everyone to leave a gap, and the gap between each other is not small.

But these two people didn't have any consciousness and ran directly to the front row.

After looking around, he immediately found an empty space and sat down by himself, making the place instantly more crowded.

Didn't come to grab a futon? Qingxuan looked back, and the most exciting drama in Zixiao Palace was gone.

The two people who picked up and led them just forced themselves to occupy the front row position. Is that considered queue jumping?

However, except for the six futons placed in the Zixiao Palace, there was nothing else. There were no designated seats. Everyone just sat on the floor consciously at a distance.

Hongyun had just pulled his friend Zhen Yuanzi to move back so that the distance was wider, and led the two of them to sit down there.

Seeing that all the innate saints had found a place to sit down, the hall became quiet, and everyone was waiting for Hongjun to appear.

At this time, there was another voice coming from outside Zixiao Palace, and the voice was loud.

"What kind of Zixiao Palace is this? It's really hard to find this place, but we've finally arrived!" A strong voice complained unhappily.

"That's right. I don't know what to think. I live in a place like this with nothing. Wouldn't it be boring? It's still comfortable to stay in the wild land." A voice echoed in an angry tone.

"Zhu Rong, Gonggong, shut up! You're the only one who talks a lot along the way. If you keep complaining, believe it or not, I'll beat you up first and throw you two back to the wild land!"

"Yes, yes! I am willing to take action on behalf of my eldest brother!"

"I can too!"

"You guys should be quiet too!"

"..."

As the noisy sounds came, figures one after another entered from the gate and appeared in the vision of the innate saints.

There were twelve people in total, ten sturdy men and two women.

Eyes fell on them one after another. These twelve people were completely different from them in terms of their own attire and Taoist aura, and seemed a little out of place.

But one thing made the hearts of all the innate saints tremble slightly. They all felt a little pressure on these twelve people.

Qingxuan was also looking at the twelve people, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The power of these twelve ancestral witches was somewhat beyond his expectation. He originally thought that the level of cultivation of the twelve ancestral witches at this time should be similar to that of a group of innate saints, but this was not the case.

The cultivation level of the twelve ancestral witches is higher than that of the innate saint, and the gap is not small.

Judging from the breath, the average cultivation level of these twelve ancestral witches is actually close to the level of the middle stage of Da Luo, and the strongest among them seems to be no weaker than the real middle stage of Da Luo.

The other party's aura is undisguised, and it's easy to judge the depth.

Is it so strong? How did the two brothers Di and Jun fight with them?

Well, it seems that in the early stage, the twelve ancestral witches suppressed the two brothers Di Jun and beat them?

After thinking for a while, Qingxuan figured out the reason, and felt that there was nothing he couldn't understand because of the strong cultivation of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

If they were really in the same realm as all the innate saints, these ancestral witches would not be able to compete with the innate saints.

After all, after Hongjun's lecture in Zixiao Palace, the speed of cultivation of the innate and sacred people will inevitably increase significantly, and the benefits and opportunities obtained will be immeasurable.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches do not have such an opportunity. They are not strong at the moment. How can they be frightened in the later stage? Will be beaten.

It's just that he is a little depressed. The twelve ancestral witches grew up on whatever they ate, and the strongest ones were no worse than him and Qinglian.

And there are still twelve opponents, so they can't be offended at all. Who can withstand this beating? As expected, people with tattoos are not easy to mess with.

It seems difficult to go to Pangu Palace. I wonder if the ancestral witches are as easy to fool as the legendary Tie Hanhan.

Qingxuan looked at the two women among the twelve ancestral witches, they should be Houtu and Xuanming.

He quickly confirmed which one was Hou Tu because their auras were very different.

A rather delicate-looking woman was indeed shown to be somewhat weak among a group of sturdy men.

But the aura on this woman's body is the thickest, and has nothing to do with weakness.

"What are you looking at?"

The big man with red hair that looked like flames glared and spoke to the innate saints.

The woman standing not far from him raised her leg and kicked him, and glared at him. The ancestral witch who seemed to be Zhu Rong stopped talking and subconsciously moved to the side.

Seeing this, Qingxuan's eyes twitched, the gentlest ancestral witch? Why does he feel that Zhu Rong is a little afraid of Hou Tu? Moreover, the kicking movements are smooth and smooth, done in one go. It doesn't take much skill.

The most gentle, doesn't seem to be very gentle.

All the innate saints frowned, but no one said anything and silently withdrew their gaze.

I can't afford to offend them, I really can't afford to offend them, and these guys don't look like reasonable people at first glance.

"Brother, where should we sit?" a stern voice asked.

"Of course I sit in the front, can't I sit in the back?" Another voice replied.

"Not bad, not bad. Why are you sitting so far away listening to something? Come on, let's go to the front!"

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