People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 786 Kunpeng as Doorman

Heaven!

The golden light shines everywhere, and there are pavilions and towers.

Yunjuan Yunshu.

Haotian sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, with a hint of sadness between his brows that could not be dispelled for a long time.

He had already awakened his memories of his past life, and naturally knew his situation. He was completely a puppet. It was still the same in this life, which made him uncomfortable.

at this time.

A wing hanging from the sky covered the sky, and in the heaven, there was darkness. The shape of Kunpeng flickered, standing in the Lingxiao Palace, looking at the heaven curiously.

"Haotian, you are really blessed."

“He was unexpectedly named the Lord of Heaven by Daoist Ancestor Hongjun. Don’t you know that not everyone can sit on the throne of Heavenly Emperor?” Kunpeng came to Haotian’s side carelessly.

The powerful pressure from the saint pressed Haotian down on the dragon throne, and he dared not move at all.

Haotian looked indifferent.

He did not feel frightened by Kunpeng's pressure. On the contrary, he had already had a plan to deal with it in his mind. In his expectation, the person who attacked him should be Donghuang Taiyi.

It’s Emperor Jun.

But it is definitely not Kunpeng.

“I didn’t expect that Fellow Daoist Kunpeng values ​​this power so much?” Haotian laughed at himself.

"Fellow Daoist, if you like, I can give up the position of Heavenly Emperor. If it weren't for Daoist Ancestor Hongjun sending me, I really wouldn't want it."

Kunpeng's expression was a little conflicted.

He really wanted to become the Emperor of Heaven, but he did not dare to disobey the wishes of the Taoist Ancestor.

"Scared."

Haotian looked disdainful.

He stood up from the dragon throne with difficulty.

The voice was cold.

"The Heavenly Palace is the place where karma converges. Only a saint can sit there, and only a saint can resolve this karma. Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I know you want to get involved."

"Why don't you issue an order? I will not refuse."

The throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

In Haotian's view, it is the Sansha position. Without a strong destiny, occupying it is completely wasting one's own Tao rhyme. In his previous life, he liked it very much.

This life.

He totally despises it.

Wouldn't he be happy if someone could help him bear the responsibility?
"real."

Kunpeng was a little unsure. He stared at Haotian coldly, feeling that this person was setting a trap for him.

"Give it to you, but you don't dare to take it."

"Is this still the Kunpeng I know?"

Haotian sneered.

“You don’t think that I dare not depose you, do you?” Patriarch Kunpeng threatened.

"you dare."

Haotian sneered, and the contempt in his eyes deeply hurt Kunpeng's eyes.

"what ever."

Haotian walked towards the high platform and stood in the Lingxiao Palace with a gloomy expression. When he was about to leave, Kunpeng stopped him directly.

"Haotian, how about you issue a decree and give up on your own initiative?"

Kunpeng asked tentatively.

"I dare not disobey the true intention of Daozu. Since you want to kick me off the throne of Heavenly Emperor, you don't even have the basic courage, even if you sit on the throne.

I am afraid that karma will backfire on me."

Kunpeng snorted coldly.

"You don't need to worry about this, fellow Taoist."

"I'm giving you this opportunity so that you won't be contaminated by the karma of Heaven. Are you scared, fellow Taoist?"

"Haha."

Haotian sneered.

"Since you are so eager to help me, I will do as you wish."

Haotian sneered.

Between his brows, heroic spirit blooms.

The Heavenly Emperor's Seal was imprinted on a blank edict. "Fellow Daoist, you can fill it in as you like."

He turned around and walked out of the Lingxiao Palace.

Kunpeng was the only one left. He looked hesitant and thought for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind.

hum~
A bell tolled.

Haotian stood at the door of Lingxiao Palace.

A vast amount of magical power burst out.

"I, Haotian, am invited by Emperor Kunpeng to invite the Ten Thousand Dao Gods to enter the Heavenly Palace and take charge of the world."

Kunpeng was somewhat caught off guard.

Damn, he is not ready yet?

This is like being forced into doing something against your will.

Zixiao Palace.

Daozu Hongjun's face froze, and he immediately understood the whole story. He was somewhat dissatisfied with Kunpeng's coercion. Wasn't this just looking for trouble for him?
And it was blasphemy against him.

He has already made Haotian the master of the Heavenly Court. This was planned long ago. It was only because of the war between the wizards and the liches that he had to let Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi take on the roles early.

Occupied the heaven for a period of time.

But that wasn't his intention.

Haotian did a very good job during those years in Heaven. He knew how to be patient and maintain the order of Heaven, and he made almost no mistakes, yet he was still feared by Kunpeng.

"It really surprised him that a saint had no tolerance for others."

The quality of this group of saints is really low. Look at the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints. The struggle between them is focused on the great trend of heaven and earth. It is for the purpose of proving the truth, not for a small grudge.

This is getting worse the more you live.

"Kunpeng, you ruined my plan, damn it!"

Daozu Hongjun was in Zixiao Palace, and the pressure from the saint dissipated.

Carrying with it the boundless gusts of air, which shattered the three thousand cushions, the atmosphere gradually returned to calm.

"There are internal and external troubles."

"And why can't Haotian just hold on?"

After Hongjun muttered to himself for a while, a doll appeared in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it looked like Kun and Peng, but not entirely Kunpeng. The silver needle in his hand fell and pierced Kunpeng's head.

Kunpeng’s eyes went dark in an instant.

He rolled down directly from the throne of the Emperor of Heaven and came to the side of Haotian. Haotian watched coldly and kicked Kunpeng in the face, making half of his face concave.

Let out a breath.

"Kunpeng, why are you so respectful to me?"

When Kunpeng regained consciousness, he looked at Haotian who was stepping on his head and felt fear in his heart.

"How did you do it."

"I."

Haotian sneered.

He still didn't understand it at this time, no wonder he was huddled in the North Sea, not daring to show his head.

"When you are successful, you become arrogant. You think it was me who did it, but have you ever thought that it was Dao Ancestor Hongjun who couldn't stand your behavior and this was a punishment for you?"

Kunpeng's expression changed slightly.

"impossible."

When Kunpeng wanted to stand up, he suddenly saw a black doll appear in Haotian's hand. It was his soul.

"you!"

Kunpeng felt his scalp tingling instantly. Could it be that what Haotian said was true? Daozu looked down on what he had done, and this was a backup plan for Haotian.

"What are you?"

Haotian stood up from the threshold bored, looked in the direction of the South Heaven Gate, and said with a smile: "Look at how many gods are coming hand in hand. Do you want to continue lying down, or be my welcoming envoy at the South Heaven Gate?"

He actually didn't want to take over this mess.

However, Daozu Hongjun personally sent Kunpeng's soul doll to him in order to help him secure the position of the Emperor of Heaven and balance the laws of heaven. He had no choice but to do it.

Kunpeng's pupils shrank.

Looking at him in disbelief.

"You let me, a saint, be your doorman."

"How dare you."

Haotian looked indifferent, as if he was listening to a huge joke, and reminded: "In the prehistoric times, aren't there enough saints who have fallen? Kunpeng, if you don't want to, you can also lie on the ground and let the gods take a good look at you. This is what is called a saint."

(End of this chapter)