Honghuang: I am Hongyun, I like to be a good old man

"Brother, Di Jun is humiliating you and me."

"What kind of bullshit's 96 ambitions are exactly twice as big as ours. This is clearly intentional."

Jiezhi's face was also ugly as hell.

Dijun is too nothing.

If you make a big ambition, you can just make it. You have to make a 96 big ambition, which is twice as many as theirs. Isn't this a slap in the face for them.

In the past, they were not saints, and their face was not worth much, so if they were beaten, they would be beaten.

As the saying goes: As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

But now they are sanctified.

If you still allow others to slap your face, then the saint's face is too worthless. Could it be that he has become a cheap brat, whoever loves to be slapped? !

Tolerable or unbearable!

This matter must not be left alone!

"Junior brother, stop talking nonsense, let's go."

"Come down to the heavenly court of the demon clan, suppress Emperor Jun and Tai Yi, and let the world know that the majesty of a saint cannot be underestimated."

At the same time, Sanqing couldn't help but frowned, showing surprise.

Tong Tian laughed, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Friend Dijun Daoist, you dare to make any big ambitions, and there are 96 of them, which are much more open than those two in the west."

Yuan Shi wanted to keep serious, but couldn't help laughing out loud, shook his head and said: "Zhunti, I'm afraid the faces of the two fellow Taoists will be swollen, haha, I was slapped in the face as soon as I became a saint, I suddenly liked it." Dijun."

Lao Tzu wanted to laugh, but finally held back, pretended to sigh, and said, "Okay, don't gloat."

"With the temperament of the two fellow Taoists, I will definitely go to heaven to find fault. You and I have to go, after all, Di Jun is my oriental figure."

There is also competition among saints.

Although the three Qings have different philosophies and are already at odds with each other, they have not broken their faces for the time being, and they still care about the brotherhood, and they can still be consistent with the outside world.

Chaos, Wa Huang Tian.

Nu Wa frowned, showing helplessness, and said with a wry smile: "Di Jun is also considered an outstanding man of his generation, but he was too anxious about proving the Tao and becoming a saint."

Fuxi nodded, but looked at Kunpeng through thousands of spaces, and said angrily, "It's all Kunpeng's fault. It's nonsense to mention the 96 great ambitions."

"Emperor Jun failed again in proving the way. If he wants to save face and regain his prestige, he can only go to war with the Wu Clan."

"Once the Lich is in turmoil, the human race will suffer. This is not a good thing."

Nuwa became a saint and refused to set foot in the prehistoric continent easily, so Fuxi took care of the human race.

In a sense, Fuxi cares more about the human race than Nuwa, the creator, and he doesn't want to see the human race suffer.

But Nuwa shook her head and said, "You must suffer what you deserve, and how can you grow without going through hardships?"

"What's more, Hongyun's disciple, the six-eared macaque, has already taken part of the human race to Lanxing, Daiyu, and Yuanqiao."

"No matter how courageous the Lich is, they will not dare to go to those three places to fight, unless they are tired of life."

This is true!

The ancestor of Hongyun, the famous No. 1 in the wild, Hongjun has to be courteous, let alone two ethnic groups without saints as backers.

"Let's go, there is an accident in the Heavenly Court of the Yaozu, the Western Erdao and Senior Brother Sanqing are here, you and I will join in the fun."

After the words fell, she waved her sleeves.

Fuxi felt a blur in front of his eyes, the scene had changed, and he suddenly arrived at the demon clan's heaven.

This is the means of saints!

Absolutely unpredictable!

Zhun arrived early, already aggressive, and questioned Di Jun.

"Di Jun, shouldn't you explain the 96 great ambitions?!"

"Do you really think that my saint has no temper? Believe it or not, I slapped me and wiped out the demon clan's Heavenly Court?!"

The momentum is domineering and extremely domineering.

Di Jun was almost stunned.

The veins on the forehead are bulging.

I really want to rush up immediately and fight with Zhunti.

But feeling Zhunti's vast momentum, he finally backed down.

Gritting his molars, he said, "There is a misunderstanding in this matter, please mention it to Fellow Daoist..."

However, before he finished speaking, Zhunti flicked his sleeves and screamed: "The four words "Zunti Daoist" can be called by mere ants?!"

"I am now the Supreme Saint, please call me Zhunti Saint!"

puff!

Di Jun staggered, almost fell to the ground, and almost gnawed his back molars with hatred.

His fists creaked.

The momentum all over his body soared in an instant.

Crushed Xiang Zhunti hard.

Tolerable or unbearable!

A majestic demon emperor, even if he fails in proving the way and becoming a saint, he must not be humiliated!

It's a pity that his soaring aura, when he was in front of Zhunti, was like a breeze blowing on his face, which was not worth mentioning at all.

On the contrary, it was Zhunti who smiled coldly and burst out with momentum all over his body.

How majestic is the power of a saint.

It is infinitely deep like the sea, and infinitely high like a mountain.

Even if Di Jun was already at the pinnacle of quasi-sage, it was impossible for him to bear it.

Trembling violently.

Bang Bang Bang took dozens of steps back, and with each step, the floor shattered into slag.

The corner of the mouth is overflowing with traces of blood.

If Hetu Luoshu hadn't used all his strength, he would have been unable to hold on for a long time, and directly knelt on the ground.

But even so, he couldn't hold on for long, his bones cracked, his waist continued to bend, and he was about to fall down.

As for the others, almost all of them were crushed to the ground, even though Tai Yi was protected by the Chaos Clock, he still knelt on the ground.

His eyes were wide open, and the corners of his eyes were almost torn, but there was nothing he could do to help God Jun.

Unexpectedly, there was a person who stood upright, with a straight waist, and forcibly stood up.

Kunpeng!

It was Kunpeng!

Not only that, but under the coercion of a huge saint, with the two magic weapons of the Demon Master's Palace and the Demon Master's Seal hanging on his head, he approached Di Jun step by step.

The corner of the mouth is bleeding!

The bones creaked and creaked, as if they would all be broken in the next moment.

But he didn't stop.

Still walking step by step.

In the end, he stood in front of Di Jun.

He glared at Zhunti and cursed angrily.

"Zunti, you are so brave!"

"My king, how could you persecute him?!"

The sound shook the sky!

Such as Hong Zhong Da Lu!

Everyone was shocked.

No one expected that the hardest bone among the monster clan was the ancestor of Kunpeng.

Even Zhun mentioned it, showing surprise.

But he will not show weakness!

He has just been sanctified, and it is the time to stand up, how can he take half a step back.

So, he said coldly: "Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, there is some affection between you and me. I don't want to embarrass you. If I step back now, I will act as if nothing happened..."

But before he finished speaking, Kunpeng's voice sounded again, still stern.

"My king, even a saint, must not be humiliated or persecuted, otherwise I, Kunpeng, will be incompatible with him, and will never die..."

Chapter 213 Poor Zhunti

Silent!

Needle drop can be heard!

Whether it was Emperor Jun Taiyi, the ten great saints of the demon clan, thousands of demon gods and generals, or Sanqing, Nuwa, and Jieyin Zhunti, they were all stunned.

They never imagined that the Kunpeng Patriarch, who used to bow his knees to the Manifested Saint like a pug, would be so stubborn at a critical moment.

Don't be afraid of the coercion of the saint!

Don't be afraid of the threat of the saint!

With the body of an ant, he stubbornly resisted the persecution of the sage. Although his face was pale and his mouth and nose were bleeding, he never took a step back.

In fact, the moment before he stood up, Di Jun was already desperate and disheartened, and even planned to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The position of the demon emperor is revered, the supreme existence that the demon clan says is indistinguishable, but his strength is not as good as that of a human, so what can he do if he doesn't bow his head? !

You can't really risk your life!

Those who know the times are Junjie!

Only by being alive can there be a chance for revenge and a chance to wash away the humiliation.

But at the critical moment, Kunpeng stood up and walked in front of him step by step, blocking the coercion of the saint.

Moving!

Unparalleled touch!

At this moment, he even had the urge to cry, the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Who said Kunpeng has a different heart? !

Who said that Kunpeng, relying on the power of the Demon Master's Palace, wants to escape from the control of the Heavenly Court? !

Put some fucking shit.

In the Great Desolate Continent, no one is more loyal than Kunpeng, and no one is more devoted to him, the demon emperor, than Kunpeng.

In times of crisis, see people and see their hearts!

I still remember the previous time, when he took advantage of his wedding, the Wu Clan launched a sneak attack, and the entire Heavenly Court almost fell. At the critical moment, it was Kunpeng who stood up and turned the tide.

Doing this once is enough!

But Kunpeng did it twice, and each time he took the initiative to stand up, willingly, and defying life and death.

"Okay, okay, Kunpeng, what you said is very good, your king should not be humiliated lightly, and I, as a king, will never accept humiliation."

The voice is terrible!

Full of resentment!

Every word has a mouthful of blood!

He tried his best to straighten his waist, even though the bones all over his body creaked, even though some of the bones had been crushed to pieces.