The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

Although Luo Hui was passive and sabotaged, and did not plan to advertise Hongjun and increase the number of people who went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, the scene of Hongjun's preaching still deeply moved the prehistoric creatures.

Absolutely powerful strength, enough to shock anyone.

At the foot of the mountain, the ancestral witches sat in a circle, discussing the emergency.None of their injuries were deliberately treated, and their expressions were more or less dignified. Even Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who were the most carefree, were aggrieved and silent at this time.

If it weren't for the formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals, none of them could withstand the coercion!

Houtu said in a low voice, "A hundred years from now, shall we go to hear the sermon..."

Her hesitant words were met with immediate disapproval.

"no!"

"Where is the face of the witch clan like this?"

"We Wu Clan and Yao Clan are in a decisive battle. That guy chose this opportunity to prove the Dao before it was too early or too late. He has bad intentions at all!"

"Before I saw the real person, I didn't believe that the other party had this strength. Maybe some treasure created the scene, hmph."

"33 days away? When I haven't been there, it's clearly a mess!"

All kinds of slander and suspicion arose.

Except for Houtu and Dijiang, who are still rational, Zuwu, whose brain is full of muscles, has always refused to accept the reality.Hongjun was born out of nowhere, and had no reputation at all before. How could Zu Wu, who has been arrogant for so many years, admit that he is superior to himself and still uses a stronger monk!

Houtu's eyes flickered slightly, and he swallowed what he wanted to say——

[Witch Clan has no primordial spirit, so they cannot break through according to the prehistoric orthodox cultivation method. If this can be changed, their Witch Clan will not worry about not being able to surpass the Yao Clan. ] Listening to the quarrel between the brothers, Houtu turned his head to look outside the door. In the corner outside the door, a small shadow showed a head, blinked at Houtu, and then quickly retracted into the shadow, expressing hope Houtu don't want to expose his meaning.

Hou Tu laughed, this is the Ancestral Witch Hall, the one who can appear here is not the Zu Wu, but the only exception, Changqin, how could they not know about Changqin's eavesdropping.

It's just that their love for Changqin made them turn a blind eye.

Di Jiang also saw Changqin's little head, and poked Zhu Rong, who was spitting, with his arm, "Your son is here." Zhu Rong waved his big hand nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter what these things sound like, anyway, he is our son. The prince of the witch clan."

Ever since she raised her son, Zhu Rong has a tendency to potentially control children.

Dijiang didn't know whether to be happy or sigh.

This big old man doesn't care about children at all when he speaks and acts, and he doesn't know if he can teach Changqin well.

Regarding the matter of Hongjun's opening of the altar to preach, the ancestral witches did not reach a unified opinion. Some hoped to arrange undercover agents to eavesdrop, and some simply denied the matter of listening to the sermon.

Hou Tu pondered and found Di Jiang in private.

"Brother, I want to try it in 33 days."

In the main hall of the Ancestral Witch Hall, Di Jiang lit three incense sticks, respectfully inserted them into the incense burner in front of the Pangu statue, and said to Houtu in a flat voice: "I know your thoughts, you have always thought farther than those guys, Everything is for the sake of the Wu Clan, but—”

He stood up straight, his eyes were like lightning, "Housu, we Wu Clan don't need a primordial spirit, and we can live a better life than other prehistoric monks. We are the descendants of Pangu Great God!"

Hou Tu was not intimidated by his words, and put on a pretty face.

"What about the Changqin?"

"..."

"The combination of the blood of the Wu clan and the blood of the supernatant gave birth to the primordial spirit. This kind of thing is rare in our Wu clan. We didn't pay much attention to it in the past, but Changqin is different. Changqin has an extremely pure Wu clan. Bloodline, none of us know how to cultivate Changqin, so why not ask someone whose cultivation level is higher than ours."

Under Houtu's series of words, Di Jiang was shaken. Glancing at his sister's serious and nervous expression, he shook his head and said helplessly, "Oh, if you want to go to listen to the sermon, then go."

Houtu blushed, "I'm just a little curious..."

Explanation is to cover.

Di Jiang suddenly wanted to pat Houtu's head so that she wouldn't be so nervous. Although the Wu Clan insists on the pride of the Wu Clan, it doesn't matter if they break the principle occasionally.

After all, the strong have the privileges of the strong.

"I'm worried about that kid Zhu Rong. You go and have a good talk with Changqin. The situation where the Lich went to war must have frightened him." About Changqin, "Changqin doesn't like to kill and has a peaceful mind. You have to tell him the reason why our Wu clan is fighting for the prehistoric world."

Houtu replied seriously, "No problem, I believe Changqin can understand us."

There is only one Great Desolation, and the one who wins the Great Desolation will win the luck of the world.

The Witch Clan has offended too many monks, and if they want to remain invincible forever, they must dominate the wilderness, making other monks intimidated and dare not rise up to resist!

Apart from the Witch Clan, the Yao Clan is also discussing the matter of listening to the Tao.

The great demon headed by Taiyi was not very willing to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, and Taiyi didn't even take this matter to heart, "He is a man from Rahu anyway, and it would be embarrassing for us to go to listen to his sermons .”

He and Luo Hu had a good time, so naturally he couldn't bear to listen to the preaching of the other party's former Taoist companion.

These days, people who listen to the sermon are half a head shorter than each other!

He didn't want to worship Hongjun as his teacher!

Di Jun also had this idea in his heart, and his face softened slightly after hearing Tai Yi say it.He is not afraid that the relationship between Tai Yi and Luo Hu will cool down, but he is afraid that Tai Yi will be too biased towards Luo Hu, causing him to join in the fun of everything!

"What's your opinion?" Di Jun looked at the crowd of His Highness Ling Xiaobao.

Some of the top ten demon generals agreed with Tai Yi's statement, while others hesitated. Only Bai Ze shook his feather fan and smiled softly, as if he was out of the matter.

Di Jun's eyes fell on him.

Bai Ze reacted, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, with such a big commotion this time, there must be a lot of people going to listen to the sermon in a hundred years."

This sentence made Taiyi even more unhappy, he turned his head and said, "I won't go."

The small number of listeners also means that the listeners are very qualified. He is reluctantly willing to find out the truth for the Yaozu, to see what the hell Hongjun wants to do.Once there are too many people, there will be all kinds of monsters, ghosts and snake gods, and he is a majestic monster Donghuang, who used to think he would lose face.

Don't underestimate the word "face", everyone in this prehistoric world cares about face, when they are slapped in the face, they can almost beat each other to death.

So under the tacit understanding of some kind of deadly enemy, the Yaozu only sent a high-level person to listen to the sermon, and this person was selected from the top ten demon commanders.In order to "compete" for this spot, the top ten demon commanders competed in turns after leaving Lingxiao Palace.

Under Bai Ze's suggestion, the competition method changed from drawing lots to playing cards.

It is said that this is a game invented by the Lord of Mount Sumeru.

The top ten demon commanders have a good relationship on the surface, so they gathered in Bai Ze's mansion.While they were eating melons and fruits, they played cards in turn. The loser in the end would take their place and take on heavy responsibilities to listen to the sermon 33 days away.

Unfortunately, Kunpeng had bad luck with the cards and lost the first round.

Then, the second round, the third round—

All lost.

Even his colleagues were surprised, "Why are you so unlucky?"

Kunpeng smiled wryly, "It seems that I'm going to take this job."

No one wants to pick it up, the loser picks it up, this is the way they discussed.

Not long after, the top ten demon commanders left one after another, and Bai Ze walked to the door of the mansion, watching them go away with a smile.Kunpeng tidied up the messy game of cards and looked up at Bai Ze, "Are you so sure that the benefits of my going to listen to the sermon outweigh the disadvantages?"

He went there alone, so he probably wouldn't be welcomed by others.

The Heavenly Court of the Yaozu is in charge of the group of monsters in the world. The number is unimaginable. Under such influence, only a big monster like him came, and he was completely saying to Hongjun, "The big guys don't want to come, so I'll just come and take a look." go again."

Bai Ze put his fan against the lower half of his face, and said happily, "Can I still harm you? Believe me, listening to the sermon will be good for your cultivation."

Hongjun preached, the way of heaven is open, and his cultivation base will definitely rise.

In order to stimulate Kunpeng, Bai Ze poked his scar again, "You have been stuck in the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian for so many years, don't you want to advance to the peak and become one of the most powerful people in the world?"

Kunpeng's expression was depressed.

He crippled the strength of the boss to advance to the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian, and in a blink of an eye he found that the real masters stayed at the peak, and he could only be regarded as second-rate in the prehistoric.

Suddenly, Kunpeng became curious, "Bai Ze, what is your cultivation level now?"

Bai Ze said erratically, "This...is better than you..."

Kunpeng looked at him suspiciously, expressing his sincerity to his friend, "You don't need to worry about my face, just tell me, I won't be jealous of your cultivation."

Bai Ze smiled, "Talking about cultivation will hurt feelings."

As Hongjun's good corpse, he was the pinnacle quasi-sage at birth, second only to those Chaos Demon Gods who were born saints.His cultivation base cannot be improved by itself, it depends on the progress of the main body, and now the main body proves the Hunyuan, and he also breaks through to the realm of a saint in an instant.

This kind of thing will make everyone jealous...

Seeing that he refused to speak, Kunpeng guessed that Bai Ze's strength was second only to Donghuang Taiyi.

Alas, my friend is like this, I can't be too weak.

Firmly convinced, Kunpeng began to be serious about preaching a hundred years later.Just as he was about to leave Bai Ze's mansion, Bai Ze seemed to think of something suddenly and said.

"When you go to listen to the sermon, remember to borrow Hetu Luoshu from Dijun."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to survive the 33 days."

"..."

Kunpeng felt the grief of his low cultivation again, and drifted away sadly.

Bai Ze looked at his slumped state innocently, and what he was telling was the truth, but it was a bit hurtful.

Who told Ontology and Rahu to build their love nest 33 days away in order not to be disturbed, and now the number of people who can go to listen to the sermon will be cut by more than half.

Finally, how many can get there?

Bai Ze's feather fan brushed against his lips, and he giggled, "Main body, I hope you can recruit all seven apprentices as you wish."

The author has something to say: #818 A process of listening to sermons that is constantly being eliminated#

Rahu: If there are 1000 people going, ask how many will arrive.

Hongjun: 100?

Bai Ze: I hope there are 10.

Hongjun: ...