[Honghuang] Demon Ancestor

Today's Zixiao Palace is completely different from the beginning.

Because Luo Hu disliked that Zixiao Palace was too small, Hongjun opened a garden for him behind the quiet room.

Entering from the corner door at the back of the quiet room, one can see all kinds of prehistoric species planted in the yard. During this period, there are layers of pavilions and pavilions, and there are creatures born in it, just like a small island.

"Are you moving Penglai here?" Luo Hu's eyes were extraordinary, and he could see the clue after a few glances.

Hongjun nodded, "The place where you and I live is naturally the best."

Luo Hu chuckled. There are three fairy islands in the East China Sea. These three fairy islands are magical islands left over from the creation of Chaos, and they are in line with his and Hongjun's cultivation environment.

He took a closer look, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, "This is about the same, and it's better than an empty quiet room."

There was a breeze, and the large black sleeve robe flew up, revealing the white and slender arms inside.

It's just that Luo Hu's arms were no longer white, but were covered with blue-purple bruises.

I don't know what that guy Hongjun did. With Luo Hu's cultivation base, such small injuries would disappear in minutes, but the bruise couldn't go away. Luo Hu didn't bother to take care of it after trying a few times.

Hongjun stretched out his hand to grab Luo Hu, glanced at the exposed skin of Luo Hu's clothes, and was satisfied to find that the previous traces were still on it, "There is a lake in an island over there, do you want to take a look?"

Luo Hu nodded indifferently, and the two came to the center of the lake in a blink of an eye. Looking at the golden lotus floating on the lake, Luo Hu's eyes became dark and deep.

Hongjun smiled and said, "Where's your black lotus? Let it out and keep it here."

Luo Hu covered the cold light in his eyes, and said nonchalantly, "It's ruined."

The smile on Hongjun's face faded a bit, "It's a pity, that Hei Lian has been with you for so long, and it was ruined like this."

Luo Hu raised his eyebrows, and he turned his head back with a smile, captivating, "Why, do you care?"

Hongjun was silent for a moment before saying, "You think too much."

Luo Hu sneered, too lazy to talk to Hongjun, he raised his hand and pointed, a pavilion silently appeared on the lake, he stepped into the pavilion, the gray veils moved without wind, Luo Hu lazily leaned against the railing of the pavilion , seemingly casually, but actually calculated silently in his heart.

Soon Hongjun was going to give a sermon, and after three sermons, the catastrophe of the Lich began.

The two clans of the Lich and the Demon will both lose, and they will decline at the same time, just like the three clans of the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn, so no matter which side he joins, he can gain a lot of benefits.

However, considering that the Wu clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, they will naturally not come to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures, and I am trapped in Zixiao Palace. The only chance to see the monks of the wild can only be when they are preaching, so I won’t be able to see them. Witch clan.

The hearsay is unbelievable, and he has not seen the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Luo Hu is not sure about the way to seduce—it's not that there is no way, but there are too many ways, and he doesn't know which one to use.

However, the cultivation level of the differentiated body he left on the prehistoric land is too low, and it is difficult to do anything under the eyes of Zuwu. However, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, the future masters of the demon clan's heavenly court, will definitely come to Zixiao Palace to attend lectures. So he still enters the heavenly court.

Thinking of the split body going to the land of Beiming, and being shot bald by the great witch of the Wu clan, and thinking of Kunpeng's dismounting, Luo Hu couldn't help sneering, his voice was very soft, but it was full of sonorous killing air.

Hongjun tilted his head, just for a moment, it seemed that a murder was brewing again in the world.

He sighed in his heart, Luo Hu is worthy of being the ancestor of the devil, he could kill Jiesheng with just one thought, the only thing he can do is...

Hongjun raised his hand and tapped Luo Hu's eyebrows, "Don't worry, take your time."

He hasn't started his lecture yet, so Sha Jie retreats first!

Luo Hu froze for a moment, he looked back at Hongjun, and said after a while, "...OK."

The two stopped talking, they leaned against each other, their backs were unexpectedly harmonious.

On the day when Zixiao Palace preached, the palace was spacious and magnificent, and there were many people standing sparsely inside.

There were three people at first, one of them was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a handsome and simple face, and an indifferent expression. It was Lao Tzu, the head of the Sanqing. Yuan Yuan in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, beside Yuan Yuan, there is another person. This person is not as serious as the two people around him. He has an elegant face, and he looks like a man of Taoism, but there is a trace of hostility between his brows, which adds a little bit to his whole body. With a sense of killing and sharpness, this person is Tongtian at the end of the Three Qing Dynasties.

Not far from Sanqing, there are two alien creatures with snake tails, they are Fuxi and Nuwa. At this moment, Fuxi is talking to a fellow Taoist who is wearing a red robe. This person is naturally the first ray of colorful clouds in the sky. Daoist Hongyun Taoist, Taoist Hongyun did not come alone, his good friend Zhen Yuanzi was standing aside and watching them talking with a smile.

Not far from them, there are two other brothers, they are very imposing and innately angry, but they are the three-legged Jinwu brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Farther away, Kunpeng was leaning against the pillar in a depressed mood, lowering his head and not knowing what to think.

Luo Hu stood behind the screen of Zixiao Palace, eating spiritual fruit while looking at the scene in the main hall.

In order to make it easier for him to watch the sermon more comfortably, he asked the boy to move a soft couch beside him, and took out the best spiritual fruit and the best spiritual spring from Hongjun's collection, and began to watch the play after eating and drinking.

For Hongjun, as long as Luo Hu is safe and sound, he is satisfied, so as long as Luo Hu's request is not excessive, he will try his best to meet it.

Luo Hu looked at Tong Tian with a smile, the malice in his heart was almost beyond words.

Back then, Pangu had a lot of fun chasing him!Don't you see that you will be punished for this!Not everyone can kill him, the Demon Ancestor Luohu! !

Back then, he deliberately left a trace of black aura to wrap around the Sky-Opening Axe. At that time, he had not carried the obsession with the demon god, and the trace of demonic aura was only a kind of chaotic spiritual power, so Pan Gu naturally didn't care.

Did Pangu really have no resentment deep in his heart when he fell from the sky?

He opened up this world, and his blood and flesh, spirit and soul were all turned into a prehistoric place, but he fell suddenly without taking a second look.

Are you willing?

Ha ha, even if you are willing, with the demonic energy left by Luo Hu, you can still show unwillingness! !

However, Luo Hu didn't expect that the black hand left casually at the beginning would appear on Tong Tian today, which is really interesting.

At this moment, Luo Hu has already begun to simulate in his mind how to hook up with Tongtian in the future. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized that it was still too early to become a god. He was thinking too far ==

The corners of Luo Hu's mouth twitched, and his eyes fell on Di Jun, the future lord of heaven.

However, there are no weaknesses, but weaknesses can be created. Luo Hu looked at Donghuang Taiyi who was beside Dijun, and showed a subtle smile.

The boy standing beside him looked at the smile on the corner of Master Luo's mouth and felt chills all over for no reason.

As for Kunpeng... he didn't need to take action, there was already darkness brewing in Kunpeng's heart, and Luo Hu could even feel the mellow and sweet aura of inner demon.

He subconsciously licked his lips, suppressing the eagerness in his heart.

Don't worry, don't worry...

With more and more monks, the acquainted monks who were talking were no longer talking.

In front of Zixiao Palace is a high platform, on which there is a futon.

A few meters before the high platform, six futons were placed one by one. At first, everyone didn’t think too much about it. Seeing more and more people, I raised my eyes to look at my brother, and then sat on the futons = =

Luo Hu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, was he too lazy to stand up?

With Lao Tzu as an example, Yuanyuan and Tongtian naturally also occupied a place, followed by Fuxi and Nuwa, and when Nuwa was about to take a place for her elder brother, Kunpeng rushed to the place without making a sound. At the front, he sat down on his buttocks.

Nuwa pursed her lips and wanted to speak, but Fuxi pulled Nuwa's sleeve from behind and shook her head secretly. Nuwa glared at Kunpeng and said nothing more.

At the same time that Kunpeng sat down, Hongyun happened to be sitting in the last seat. He blinked and reflexively looked at his little friend Zhen Yuanzi, "...how about you come and sit?"

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head, and said in a gentle tone, "Just sit down."

Luo Hu looked at Fuxi and Nuwa, then at Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun, and began to wonder if there was anything he could use.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly felt that something was missing.

Huh?What about the fabled western duo?What about reception?What about quasi-mention?

His expression became strange, could it be that these two people lost their way?

Luo Hu's figure suddenly disappeared.

On the steps at the entrance of Zixiao Palace, Luo Hu appeared silently, the black jade bracelet in his hand had already turned into a chain, and he was no longer allowed to take a step forward.

He looked at the chaos in the distance calmly, and smiled for a long time.

The moment Jieyin and Zhunti stumbling into Zixiao Palace, Luo Hu also returned to Zixiao Palace, and the gate of Zixiao Palace immediately closed with a bang.

Jieyin and Zhunti were dumbfounded looking at the Zixiao Palace full of people.

Before Jieyin said anything, Zhunti has already rushed forward impatiently.

After finally rushing to the forefront, he said sorry to the cultivator beside him with a conditioned reflex, and Zhunti let out a miserable howl, "Did I come late?"

Jieyin looked up, and saw Zhunti crying miserably, "My brother and I came from the far west, and finally arrived before the sermon, but we didn't want to lose our seats..."

He turned around and pulled the lead, his feet didn't move much, but he said, "It's so miserable for the two of us, it's better to crash here and ask the Taoist ancestor for mercy..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly saw Luo Hu's smiling face behind the pillars in Zixiao Palace.

Jieyin's pupils shrank suddenly, he staggered, and accidentally bumped into the pillar ==

"..." Zhunti was dumbfounded, and then he was convinced, as expected of a brother, so amazing! !

Seeing Jieyin Zhunti's pitiful appearance, Hongyun couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, he grabbed Kunpeng, "In that case, the two of you might as well sit here."

Kunpeng's seven orifices were full of smoke, but he had to get up because of the sight of everyone, but he scolded Hongyun half to death in his heart.

Zhunti was stunned again, unexpectedly someone gave up his seat!

He secretly glanced at Hongyun, and muttered in his heart, the monks in this eastern land are very pure and good.

Jieyin sat on the futon with his head covered, his heart fluttering, and he had no expectations for the lecture ==

In the chaos, Hongjun appeared on the high platform.