Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 470 Fighting for position

The Daluo bell rang, and it was a pair of hands as clear as crystal.

The Black Turtle Daluo used his crystal hand as a spearhead to block the fall of the Donghuang Bell.

"when!"

The big bell rang outside Zixiao Palace, and the black tortoise howled miserably and suffered.

The moment of contact, the skin and flesh of the great leaders tensed.

It looked so similar that they almost thought it was the real Chaos Bell falling.

When he immediately came back to his senses and looked at the field, he saw that the crystal instrument hand was blown away, and the Black Turtle Daluo was the first to be hit and was beaten into his original form, with bright red blood flowing in every crack of the tortoise shell.

"I'll take your shell off today!"

He took a step forward and grabbed the head of the Black Turtle Daluo.

"What do you want to do!"

Before the Black Turtle Daluo could even scream, he felt a tearing pain in his neck. He met those cold and ruthless eyes, with a flash of cruelty in them.

broken.

"Tear..."

The Golden Immortals of Zixiao Palace subconsciously took a step back, and the gate of Zixiao Palace was stained with blood.

The scene on the field was shocking. The Black Turtle Daluo screamed silently, and its head and long neck were pulled off the tortoise shell.

The nerves inside the tortoise shell and the cervical vertebrae were bleeding and floating slowly in Donghuang's hand.

Chen Zhu threw the black turtle's head and nerves on the ground like garbage, then took his crystal hand and turtle shell with his backhand.

"I am the Lord of the Demon Court, a natural emperor, conceived by Father God himself. Who do you think you are? How dare you frame me?"

He glanced around and said, "I hope all of you Taoists will understand your true nature and not be deceived by villains."

The Daluo who were seen by him felt uncomfortable all over and their hair stood on end.

There was actually a feeling that he was being targeted by Tian Tiandi.

But at the same time, previous ideas are being confirmed at a rapid pace.

The two emperors of the demon clan must be the twin ancestors of the dragon clan.

There is no doubt about it, otherwise, why would it be so terrifying if it was born in the sun later than them?
He tore Daluo apart with his bare hands, and destroyed his innate spiritual treasure crystal hand in one encounter, and took off the head of Black Turtle Daluo with the second hand.

That was not just a simple Daluo, but a senior Daluo who was worthy of being called a brother to them.

If you have an idea, it is possible to take a step forward and establish a religion.

Just like that, he was defeated in one encounter.

Even though Donghuang Taiyi is known as the fighting force of the demon clan, it cannot change the fact that he was born too young.

Speaking of the Donghuang Bell, it is not difficult for that person to find a bell-shaped spiritual treasure. There are many innate spiritual treasures. In addition to the Chaos Bell and the Donghuang Bell, there are also the Xuandi Bell, the Wanyan Bell, etc. There are too many.

Plus……

They looked at Zhu Qing. This young man was transformed by the God Zhu into an innate spiritual treasure.

Perhaps, that person has already mastered the means of creating innate spiritual treasures.

There is only one possibility.

He is the incarnation of the Candle God! No doubt about it!

For a moment, there was complete silence here, and you could hear a pin drop.

Until one moment, the fire spirit in the sky transformed into a human form, and Taoist Lu Ya descended into the dark cloud.

The Taoist Lu Ya, the innate god of fire, came over and smiled at everyone.

"Everyone? Why are you still standing outside the door? If you don't go in, I will go in."

He pushed open the door of Zixiao Palace with a smile. This door...cannot trap an innate god.

In other words, this door cannot trap the great god.

After Lu Ya, Meng Shen also came and pushed the door open.

The gate that seemed insurmountable was now pushed open as if it were a common thing.

"and many more!"

The Great Luo Sect Master came back to his senses:
"Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun has gone in, the great god Kunpeng has gone in, the god Jian has gone in, and now the great gods Lu Ya and Meng have also gone in. Adding the great gods Xuangui and Tai Su, the number has exceeded six, right?"

Damn it, they were so shocked by Candle God’s methods, how could they forget about this?
"They are all innate gods. Don't we have any chance at all?"

Now, these new gods are in chaos.

They don't mind if an innate god seizes the position of a disciple of the Heavenly Dao.

But they could not accept such unfair treatment.

"Isn't it the one who is destined to win?"

Luofu Sect Leader said angrily: "Could it be that this destined person is a powerful person? Then why are we here?"

After saying that, he wanted to leave!

This is really humiliating. Are they treating them like fools?

Fortunately, the two boys at the gate of Zixiao Palace finally spoke.

"Everyone, Grandpa didn't mean that. The position of the Heavenly Dao is indeed for those who are destined to get it."

Haotian raised his head and spoke to Luofu Sect Leader sincerely:

"This is definitely not meant to tease you."

"Who are you fooling?"

Luofu Cult Master's eyes were cold and grim: "Since you are young, I won't bother with you."

"Master Luofu, please wait and listen to me."

Yao Chi stepped forward and said, "Although there are already seven people in Zixiao Palace, there are still vacancies available."

"Oh?"

A leader exclaimed, this is quite interesting.

Haotian smiled and echoed Yaochi, emphasizing again:
"This position is for those who are destined to get it."

After the words were spoken, everyone's heart began to beat again.

"Could it be that getting in is just the first hurdle? We still have a chance!"

Haotian just smiled and asked, "Everyone, why do you think this gate is a checkpoint? It's just because two great gods are fighting inside the gate, and Daozu is worried about accidental injuries."

It turned out to be the case.

The Daluo suddenly realized it, and the Sun Cult Master stood up suddenly: "Friend Taiyin, come quickly, help me open the door!"

"I'm here."

From afar, Taiyin flew over, followed by a generation of disciples from the Taiyin Sect.

It seemed that she made this trip deliberately for her disciples.

"Fellow Daoist, help me!"

The Sun Cult leader once again moved the big sun, and the Moon Cult leader understood what he meant and also moved the Moonlight of the Moon.

The two forces intertwined, the moon and the sun collided, and there was a loud explosion.

"Squeak..."

The gate of Zixiao Palace made an unpleasant sound, but there was no aftermath of the explosion, and it was slowly opened.

The Sun Cult leader laughed loudly: "Everyone, come in with me."

With Daluo joining forces, the leaders will naturally have to do their part to hold the gate in place.

Everyone finally entered.

Chen Zhu also stepped in. The Zixiao Palace seemed to be the same as last time, with no changes.

Except for those six cushions that were emitting a bright glow.

It’s strange that the six cushions were clearly there, but none of the great gods and powerful people who had come in before sat on them.

There really is a chance. Everyone's eyes were burning with excitement, and at the same time, they were slightly alert in their hearts. Why is this happening?
"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the space was torn apart.

They subconsciously looked into the distance inside the palace, their faces turned pale with shock, and they finally understood why there was no one on the futon.

It was because at this time, the innate treasure Qiankun Ding turned into a small heavenly road, plowing through the Zixiao Palace, and even passed through the six cushions.

Wherever it passed along the way, even the space under the Heavenly Dao was torn apart and could not remain intact.

The great god Tai Su was striking the Black Turtle ancestor hard. Judging from his appearance, he did not stop for a moment. It seemed that he had been striking for three thousand years in one breath without leaving any space for the Black Turtle.

No wonder, no wonder no one sat on it. I’m afraid even Hongjun couldn’t sit and carry this tripod, right?

That is an innate treasure!
Who dares to sit, who can sit?
Everyone guessed that they could only wait until Hongjun started lecturing again before deciding on the position.

But...the Great God Black Turtle is worthy of being the Great God Black Turtle, he is really tough.

Sometimes they couldn't even keep up and could only barely watch the constantly changing scenes in the arena.

Fortunately, this is the Zixiao Palace. If it were any other place, the prehistoric world would have been destroyed long ago, and the karma of the Heavenly Dao would definitely not be less than Chen Zhu's.

What was Hezhi thinking at this moment?

He stared at the field with a deep look on his face.

Those who were watching him closely were horrified at this moment.

What a deep scheming man. Facing such a fierce battle, he remained calm and not even frightened at all. It must be Zhulong!

There were also religious leaders who carefully observed Donghuang Taiyi's fingers.

His fingertips were slightly stretched, proving that he was not calm.

Yes, the fighting style between the innate gods is different from theirs. He should have seen something deeper.

Awesome! Whether as the demon emperor or as the candle god, they have surpassed us by a long way.

However, there is still a lot of time and they are confident that they can surpass it.

Why can't these gods do what the innate gods can do? And now is the closest distance.

So, what is Chen Zhu thinking?

He was thinking, this black tortoise shell is really a treasure!

Why didn’t I notice it before?

He was exerting force with his fingers, he really wanted to take the shell for himself right now. Even the innate treasure could not break the tortoise shell. If he was used for refining, even if it could not become a treasure, it could at least become a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!

He had to think of a way to kill the Black Turtle Ancestor.

It was meant to be done. The feud had already been formed. All that was lacking was an opportunity.

The Black Turtle Ancestor suddenly felt a chill on his back. Seeing that the time for the sermon was approaching, he also wanted to grab that spot. How could he have a chance if he was always beaten?

"Tai Su, don't go too far!"

Its limbs suddenly stretched out and stepped on the ground.

The Qiankun Ding fell again, but it only made the Black Turtle Ancestor stagger.

He stood still again, then raised his head and said, "The sermon is about to begin. It won't be too late for you and me to start after the sermon is finished."

Tai Su finally picked up the Qiankun Ding and stopped.

Indeed, the sermon is about to begin.

He looked at the six cushions, and at this time everyone also looked at the six cushions.

At this moment, the three leading cushions seemed to be pulled by someone and flew towards the gate of Zixiao Palace.

When everyone looked carefully, they realized that it was the Three Pure Ones Taoist priests who had arrived.

It is a foregone conclusion that each person will have a futon.

There was envy in everyone's eyes.

But no one thought it was inappropriate. The way of heaven all belonged to Pangu, the father god, and the Three Pure Ones deserved the three cushions.

What about the fourth one?
Tai Su suddenly spoke to Hong Jun:
"Pangu promised me that I should have a place."

On the high platform, Hongjun sighed.

"Yes."

Then one of the remaining three cushions flew to Tai Su's feet.

Can you do this?

Everyone looked at each other, but there were only two left!

The secrets here are confusing and they cannot see the results, or if they do not participate, the results are uncertain.

The great god Kunpeng suddenly stood up.

He sat on the cushion in an instant.

This is to sit down hard.

He is the fastest person in the world. No matter how Fu Tuan moves and dodges, it will never be enough.

There's only one left.

Everyone stared at the last cushion; everyone wanted to grab it and sit on it.

But no matter what, no one could sit on it. Even when Zhu Qing transformed himself into the innate spiritual treasure Dragon Pill Stone to deceive people, it was of no use.

The Black Turtle Ancestor sighed. He knew that he couldn't sit on it because he didn't have the extreme speed.

What's more, Taoist Lu Ya also gave up with regret. He used some tricks, but the result was just as regrettable.

The cocoon god refused to believe in evil and gave up after chasing for a few breaths.

If you can't achieve your goal within three moves, don't force it.

Chen Zhu took a step forward, eager to try.

The concept of the Emperor has existed since ancient times. This "Son of Heaven" refers to the Heaven of Heaven, who rules the world on behalf of Heaven.

He tried to get closer, but after taking two steps, he felt a faint sense of evil and karma trying to surge out of his body.

Grass!
He gave up decisively. This cushion was originally woven by him, so he shouldn't take it too easily.

But, if Hongjun dares to give, does he dare to take?

He doesn't dare!
Chen Zhu's gaze moved behind the cushion, and he always felt that Hongjun's mouth corners had not been so upturned before.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were smiling.

"Everyone is fighting for the futon, we won't get involved, but just watching is worth the trip."

Both of them watched with great interest.

However, not long after, the expressions of both of them changed.

Just because at this moment, Fu Tuan seemed to have heard their thoughts, and it moved under Hong Yun's feet and did not move.

In Zixiao Palace, the rhythm of Tao filled the air instantly. Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, as if he was about to decide on this position.

"slow!"

But suddenly, a voice came from outside Zixiao Palace.

It would be fine if someone else shouted, but who would dare to disturb such a critical moment?

But the one who was shouting was Pangu's bloodline.

Hou Tu took the lead and said:

"I want to buy this futon for both of you."

Hou Tu's eyes swept across the many powerful people in Zixiao Palace.

"As disciples of the Heavenly Dao, we govern the world on behalf of Heaven. This is a matter of great importance."

"Not everyone's governance will have the same effect. I think if Daoist friends Jie Yin and Zhunti were to govern the world, it would probably be better than anyone here."

Anyone here is being too arrogant.

The Taoist Sanqing frowned slightly.

This degrades Them as well.

But the three of them didn't say anything. This little thing couldn't shake their mood.

It's just a breeze, who cares?
At this time, no one knows what the quota for the Heavenly Dao disciple means.

At this moment, Hongjun's heart also moved. Alas... what is supposed to happen will eventually happen.

The leaders looked at each other in bewilderment. Now, the status of the Three Pure Ones was unshakable, which meant that two of the remaining three positions had to be given up.

In terms of strength, everyone subconsciously looked at Hong Yun.

It’s simple, the fastest man in the world is not to be trifled with.

But everyone also felt that it would be great if the great god Kunpeng came down, because whether it was Hongyun, Jie Yin or Zhunti Taoist, they would all be happy to do so.

Just like what Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, said: Not everyone governs the world in the same way.

Hongyun is quite straightforward.

Facing so many eyes, he simply stood up and said:
"In terms of virtue, I am indeed not as good as you two, so I will give this position to you, fellow Taoist."

Patriarch Hongyun calmed down and said seriously: "I hope that the two Taoist friends will do a better job in protecting the prehistoric world in the future."

The spot was given away just like that.

Everyone felt emotional, but also felt it was normal.

This is Fellow Daoist Hongyun.

One spot left...

Everyone subconsciously ignores Sanqing and Taisu. One is orthodox, and the other is an innate treasure.

I can at least resist against extreme speed, but it would be difficult to resist against innate treasures.

Moreover, the latter does not rely on chance, but on strength.

Kunpeng looked gloomy.

"Humph, if you want to take it, then it depends on chance."

The moment the great god Kunpeng stood up, the cushion flew away. He looked at Jie Yin and Zhunti Taoist and sneered:

"It takes luck to get this cushion. It's not something that anyone can give to anyone. If you don't have luck, then there's nothing we can do."

Jie Yin and Zhunti Taoist nodded: "Good."

They really need this position.

This is not the small self, this is the big self. There are still too many gaps to be filled in the prehistoric world.

Chen Zhu's eyes focused. The most exciting moment was coming. The most classic drama in the prehistoric times was happening right before his eyes.

It’s just a pity that why didn’t Jie Yin and Zhunti Taoists cry?

(End of this chapter)