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While the real fire was burning, the phantom of the sun star jumped.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Emperor Zun Hongjun's eyelashes trembled.

There is no other light source above this hall, only the phantoms of the sun star and the lunar star emit light, which rotates with the real sun star and lunar star.

The phantom of the sun star is extremely bright, occasionally erupting a bright red prominence like a rose, very vibrant; while on the other side, the phantom of the lunar star looks extremely bleak, and on it, the laurel that should be dancing has disappeared lost leaves and flowers, half-dead and panting.

In addition to these two, on the dome floor of the main hall, there are 360 ​​five big Zhoutian stars and [-] small Zhoutian stars. The light of rice grains is emitted from the side.

Emperor Zun Hongjun sat on the high platform, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was silent.

This great god is very familiar to the people of later generations, because he appeared once in "Feng Shen Bang", and he was very powerful. After that, he could no longer escape playing the role of protagonist, protagonist golden finger, protagonist golden thigh, villain, great villain in later novels , The Fate of the Supervillain.But in fact, he has never left his name in the Taoist classics on the earth, nor is he recognized by the Taoist sect on the earth, as if he is a fictional character.

And he is not fictional, because there are legends about him in the world of comprehension other than the Earth Daomen.

Ying Bo is not aware of this subtlety for the time being.He only knows a rough idea of ​​online novels, and his understanding of Hongjun is all based on Cang Cangzi's narration, just like most monks in the cultivation world.

The head of the ancient gods, the remnant soul of the great god Pangu.

Pan Gu opened up the world, his pupils turned into sun and moon, his long hair turned into stars, his exhaled breath was wind and clouds, his bones and flesh were the earth and mountains, and a spine pierced the sky, which was the missing mountain.

Taiyi Changxi was born in the sun and moon, the Holy Mother and Nuwa were born in Buzhou Mountain, and Hongjun was born in the nine days connecting the peaks of Buzhou Mountain.

In addition, there are Shenlong Zhu Jiuyin, Chundi Jumang, etc., etc., together, they are the ancient gods that later generations often say.

In the legends of later generations on the earth, it is only said that Empress Nuwa once sent her nine-tailed fox Daji because of a lewd poem written by King Zhou of Shang Dynasty, which opened the prelude to the Great War of Conferred Gods.It has never been mentioned that this Holy Mother, shared by the human race and the monster race, once had a disagreement with Hongjun, the head of the ancient gods, and rebelled against the human race.

Not to mention, this sounded a very unreliable betrayal, and soon attracted many ancient gods and prehistoric races to help. The sun god, the moon god, the dragon clan, and some other ancient gods all joined Nuwa's camp .

From a modern point of view, this result must be due to the poor ability of the boss, Hongjun, to handle affairs, which is very strange.But in the Zixiao Palace, the emperor sitting on the high platform heard the footsteps, raised his eyes and glanced up, and the people who came could not help but stamp their feet. He was so powerful and unparalleled that he couldn't get in touch with the strange flower at all.

The man who came to the main hall of Zixiao Palace belonged to the Phoenix clan, and he bowed to Hongjun and saluted slightly.

Immediately got up, said: "The person the emperor is looking for has been identified."

Holding a scroll in his hand, he presented it.

The distance between the two may be about ten feet, but as soon as Hongjun raised his hand, the scroll disappeared from the Feng clan man's hand and appeared in his palm, the seal fell apart and unfolded automatically.

There are not many words on the scroll, and it can be read in one breath.And with Hongjun's past speed, the next order will be issued soon.

The Feng clan man waited with bated breath, but he didn't wait for Emperor Zun to speak.

Trembling, he wanted to look up, so that he could know what Emperor Zun was thinking at the moment.However, he was unable to see any clues on Emperor Zun's face in the past, and naturally he can't now.

It was Hongjun who noticed his gaze, moved his hand, and closed the entire scroll.

"Is the sun really hot?"

He murmured as if to himself.

The men of the Feng clan under the steps thought that Emperor Zun was asking him, and immediately said: "That's right, it is the real fire of the sun! The ten sons of the Eastern Emperor and Empress Chang Xi all died at the hands of the great witch Houyi. A Golden Crow escaped, could it be that the Eastern Emperor found another empress and gave birth to another one?"

"So simple?" Di Zun Hongjun shook his head.

The man of the Feng clan knew that Emperor Zun must have his own judgment, so he stopped talking about the origin of the Golden Crow, but said: "I don't know what the Eastern Emperor did, but he didn't arrange someone to protect the little Golden Crow. It was stolen. Emperor Zun, I will wait..."

Di Zun Hongjun shook his head again.

"What about the other person?" he asked.

"Who?" The Feng clan man was taken aback for a moment, "Ah... Emperor Zun said that the human race that stole the little Golden Crow? An ordinary foundation-builder cultivator seems to have some brains, but it's just a human race. His body... ...The subordinates have not seen anything for the time being."

Hongjun nodded.

He tapped the scroll lightly, and the scroll disappeared.Then, Hongjun got up from the high platform, walked down the steps, and walked to the bleak shadow of the Taiyin star.

He suddenly sighed: "All the human and monster races have complaints, complaining that Gu sent the great witch to kill Chang Xi, and there will be no more 60-year grand occasion."

The Feng clan man was startled.

Now the Feng Clan and the Witch Clan are allies, supporting each other, their lips are dead and their teeth are cold.Hearing the words, he hurriedly said: "What is the emperor's blood, the Donghuang family betrayed the emperor, and they must be taught a lesson!"

"But the lesson between Gu and his siblings, it's not bad to hurt others." Hongjun said.

"Emperor?"

The Feng clan man was very confused, but he saw a rare smile on the corner of Hongjun's lips.

It's a pity that this slight smile is not warm at all, but rather cold.

The Feng clan man trembled, and somehow heard Shang Hongjun speak faintly.

"The Luna position has been vacant for hundreds of years, it's time to find a successor for it."

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"Only the Great Repayment Pill cultivated by males, not the Great Rewarded Pills cultivated by females? This patriarch... His family will not be able to have a son. Is there a dignitary to inherit the throne?"

In Xifang City, Ying Bo was speechless.

"Friend Ying, what is the throne?"

asked the broker in front of him.

The broker held a jade slip in his hand, in which were written the requests made by the masters of alchemy and alchemy who they mobilized and contacted.

Ying Bo originally thought that they were mostly asking for quality, and didn't want to stop all the way, but found that these masters each have their own quirks, and each of their requests has its own trivialities.

After hearing a request to restrict the alchemist's gender, he finally couldn't hold back the desire to complain and said that sentence.As a result, there is no such thing as the throne in this prehistoric age, and the biggest among the human races is nothing more than a tribal leader.

Ying Bo waved his hand speechlessly, asking the broker to read the next one.

Beside them, there are many brokers busy.

A few days ago, after Ying Bo and Cang Cangzi successfully subdued the group of brokers in Xifang City—by Ying Bo's indiscriminate talk to delay time, plus Cang Cangzi's burst of force—they sent them to start working. live.

Brokers are not lacking in contacts and information channels, but they have not used them in the past.Ying Bo pointed out a better way for them, and the fast-thinking brokers were unwilling to work hard for the bright future that Ying Bo painted.

In just a few days, they collected a lot of miscellaneous news.

The brokers were acting for more and better pills and magic weapons. Ying Bo and Cang Cuizi made such a big circle, but it was only for the information channels in the hands of the brokers.After all, the prehistoric history that Cang Cangzi knows is vague, and the coming and going of many events and the whereabouts of people are all the free testimony of future generations' speculation.

Because the prehistoric land was broken and there was no place for archaeology, it was very difficult.

With their eyes so darkened, let alone solve the doubts of Daoist Boguang, they may not be able to solve their own doubts.

In order to obtain useful information, letting Cang Cuizi explode again is also a price of last resort.

Ying Bo was with the brokers, talking about doing market analysis, but in fact, through the brokers' transactions, he traced the traces of the great war between heaven and earth that would soon unfold.

This is not an easy task, because most phenomena have more than one cause.Some cause and effect each other, and some seem to be connected, but only because they are two leaves on the same tree.Others are simply accidental and coincidental.

In the absence of primary classification and sorting of information at all, it can be said that it can only rely on chance and coincidence to quickly connect one thing with another.

Ying Bo patiently read the many messages on the jade slips, and it took hours to read them.

He raised his head from the jade slip only when the sun was in the west.

Sunset and moonrise, no matter for him or Cang Cangzi, it is a good time to practice.

The two of them had already discussed their work and rest, and now it was time to go back to their temporary cave and continue to practice.

Ying Bo has been very diligent in his practice recently, because the aura density in the prehistoric period is more than double or twice that of the current earth. It is no wonder that ancient cultivators who lack aura always dream of returning to the prehistoric times.

His practice has improved a lot, but every time Cang Cangzi practiced, it was still like wasting money for nothing, with no results.

Ying Bo originally wanted to be safe, but he saw that Cang Cangzi was not discouraged at all, and worked hard as always.

... Also, for Cang Cangzi, he is probably used to the lack of results and disappointment.

But he was never overwhelmed by the results and disappointment, insisting on the morning sun that seems to rise every day.

Ying Bo was already used to his habits, but today he saw that the time was approaching, and Cang Cangzi, who was going to listen to others' preaching in Xifang City, hadn't come to call him yet.

Ying Bo told the brokers a few words to find Cang Cuizi.

There was a connection between the two souls, Ying Bo followed the direction, turned a few turns, and soon found the person.

On the trail halfway up the mountain, there is an old pine welcoming guests.Cang Cangzi sat on the jagged rock under the old pine, having a happy conversation with a stranger.

That man wore the Hunyuan bun most commonly used by Honghuang male cultivators on his head. His hair was red and looked like burning magma from a distance.

This hair color is so unusual that ordinary monks might not be able to imitate it well with spells.If this Taoist is not a prehistoric alien incarnation, it can only be the body of a natural fire spirit.

Ying Bo took two steps closer, turned to the front, and looked at the Taoist's face.

Among the monks, there are tens of thousands of handsome men and beautiful women, and few are not good-looking. This person's appearance is not perfect, but his majesty and demeanor are the first among the people Ying Bo has met.

If he had to describe it, Ying Bo could only say that this Taoist had the air of an emperor.

He is definitely not an ordinary monk, how did Cang Cangzi get involved with him?

Ying Bo was alert in his heart, but his footsteps did not stop.Ears pricked up, wanting to hear Cang Cangzi's conversation with the Taoist.

No, the first sentence that came out of the mouth of the Taoist made him extremely horrified.

"...You, you really are my son!"

"..."

Knowing that Ying Bo was coming, Cang Cangzi turned his head wordlessly, and gave Ying Bo a stare at the startled Ying Bo.

It's all your good lead.

Is it so popular nowadays to recognize people as sons? !