Seeing Sun Jiuyang appear, Zhaoming hurriedly went up to meet him: "Senior Sun, you are here!"

Sun Jiuyang nodded at him, without saying a word, stood at the gate of Zixiao Palace, just staring at the gate of the palace with a dazed look on his face, feeling a sense of loss of consciousness.

"I have met senior, junior Haotian, I am here to welcome you all by the order of Taoist ancestor!" Haotian stepped forward to greet you again.

But Sun Jiuyang seemed to have not heard it, just stared at Zixiao Palace motionless.

Seeing Sun Jiuyang like this, Haotian couldn't help but look confused. It was not that he was self-confident, but that there were many immortal kings who had entered before, and one after another. When he heard that he was following the order of the Taoist ancestor, he asked with surprise and then treated him with courtesy.

Only the person in front of me seemed to have not heard it.

He is from the South China Sea and is not old, so he doesn't know the relationship between Sun Jiuyang and Daozu Hongjun. Not to mention that he is just following the order of Daozu, even if Daozu stood in front of Sun Jiuyang himself, he would not be able to do anything.

Zhaoming frowned slightly. He had never seen Sun Jiuyang like this before. He disappeared without the heartless cynicism he usually had, but instead felt an indescribable loneliness.

Haotian was about to speak again, but saw Zhaoming wavering at him, and hurriedly kept silent, just standing aside.

The door was quiet and strange for a moment, until a burst of blood came, breaking the silence.

A wave of light surged, and I saw a man full of blood coming through the clouds and smoke. His breath was thick, and it was the ancestor of the Styx.

As soon as he saw this person, Zhaoming immediately acted as an attacking look and took out a three-foot bronze sword. Although Shura himself had an unresolved hatred with Rakshasa King, the relationship between the Styx and the Rakshasa King was like himself and Shura. He wanted to take action to vent his anger for the Rakshasa King. It would not be surprising at all.

Shura even called out the Blood Evil Buddha at the first time, and his blood was rippling all over his body, making a metal roar. The Blood Evil Buddha behind him looked at the Patriarch of the Styx with murderous intentions, holding the blood-colored Zen Staff in one hand and holding the seven skeleton Buddhist beads in the other hand, muttering words, and reciting the mantra of the bitter monk.

A vicious Blood Buddha is actually the purest Buddhist magical power to chant evil. No matter how you look at this scene, you will feel strange.

Shura stared at the ancestor of the Styx with his eyes full of fighting spirit. There was an indescribable meaning. He always felt that the person in front of him was so hateful, so hated that he had irresistible murderous intent, and just wanted to lead the sword into a quick way.

However, reason suppressed the violent rage in his heart. This is a top immortal king with a strength above the Rakshasa King, with a great cultivation level. At this moment, he will definitely suffer the loss, and it will also affect Zhaoming and Di Jun.

Looking at the few people in front of him, the ancestor of the Styx smiled slightly: "It's indeed a warlike situation, but you are the target of my younger brother Rakshasa King. I won't treat you anything. When my younger brother comes out of seclusion, you will know what life is worse than death."

Zhao Ming shook the three-foot bronze sword in his hand and sneered: "I will let you know what a fear of a young man is."

Such a provocation, the ancestor of the Styx seemed to be distracted at all, but just smiled and said, "Don't brag too much, it will be broken!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Haotian, who was standing beside him, hurriedly said, "I have met senior, Haotian, I will welcome you here by the order of the Taoist ancestor."

"The order of the Taoist ancestor!"

The ancestor of the Styx looked puzzled, which made Haotian breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and he thought that this should be a normal reaction, but he did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly explained.

"Thank you!" The Ancestor of the Styx nodded, then ignored the others and walked towards Zixiao Palace.

After the Ancestor of the Styx entered, Sun Jiuyang, who was standing beside him, sighed as if he had woken up from a dream.

Zhaoming hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Senior, there is not much time left, let's go in together!"

I was worried about unnecessary trouble before, so I waited outside. Now I don’t have much time and so many people have entered again. Moreover, Bai Ze probably was lost in the formation and could not get out. It was time for him and his few people to go in.

I was kind enough to ask, but Sun Jiuyang shook his head without hesitation, looking sad: "Get in? What am I doing when I go in?"

This... Zhaoming didn't know how to answer.

Sun Jiuyang continued, "When Zixiao Palace is open, he is naturally preaching. Anyone who enters is equivalent to becoming his disciple. Do you want me to become his disciple too?"

Zhao Ming was silent, not knowing how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

Sun Jiuyang continued, "He is my brother, how could I go in and recognize him as a master? This...this generation...is in chaos!"

As he spoke, there was an indescribable loneliness, which made Zhaoming feel sad. Taoist ancestor began to speak, and in the future, most monks in the world would call themselves Taoist disciples.

If you let yourself recognize Di Jun or Shura as your master, you will not be able to accept it psychologically.

"You guys...you go in! I'm actually here to take a look!"

Sun Jiuyang sighed, sat down on the steps, took out a flute, made of an ordinary bamboo branch, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently.

The sound of the flute sounded, clear and melodious, and in an instant it seemed like a long river bent, heart-wrenching. After a few breaths, it became like a cry of a milk swallow, disturbing people's hearts.

Playing the bamboo flute, his eyes were blurred with tears. Sun Jiuyang was extremely surprised by this appearance. He never thought that this unscrupulous celestial master who had always been a joke would have such a side.

Sun Jiuyang's condition was very wrong at this moment, but Zhaoming couldn't help him. He stared at him for a moment and saw that he seemed to be trapped in his own world. Finally, he sighed and walked towards Zixiao Palace with Zhaoming and Shura.

The palace gate has thousands of mysterious lights and grand Taoist rhymes, which looks extremely extraordinary, but after entering the palace, it feels different.

There are simple black walls around, without any decoration, and there is only an ancient fragrance table in the hall, and there is nothing else.

There is a small door on one side of the inner wall, which is supposed to lead to the back hall of Zixiao Palace. Although everyone wants to know what the scene is behind, no one dares to walk over without the order of the Taoist Ancestor.

There is a cushion in front of the incense table. The location should be prepared by Daozu for himself, and no one dares to step forward.

Going further forward, there are five cushions, one row close to each other, and have been seated. From beginning to end, they are Taiqing Taoist, Shangqing Taoist, Yuqing Taoist, Hongyun Taoist and Kunpeng Taoist.

Being able to get a cushion rest in such a place is not only close to the Taoist ancestor, but also feels like a transcendent status.

Judging from this, you should sit one after another when entering the door, but for some reason, the first high priest of the witch clan who came in had no place, but stood in the hall with his feet, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose and his heart sat cross-legged.

Feeling Zhaoming's gaze, the high priest of the witch clan looked at him, not only with a little emotion. He turned around after a moment, as if he had not seen half of anything.

The hall is not small, but there are only a hundred people coming in, making it look extremely empty.

Zhaoming and the other two found a place to sit cross-legged and waited slowly.

Afterwards, a few people entered, all of whom were nameless, and their cultivation was only Taiyi Jinxian, and the opportunity was not bad.

They are all careful and dare not take the initiative.

After a long time, he saw Haotian coming in and bowed to the monks in the palace: "The Taoist ancestor has an order, and time is approaching, and he will come out soon. Please wait."

Who dares to disobey the order of the Taoist Ancestor? I don’t know whether what Haotian said is true or false, but no one will take the initiative to do anything.

Time passed little by little, and when time was approaching, I suddenly heard two sounds: "Amitabha, I'm still... so I'm catching up!"

Following the sound, three figures appeared at the door. Two of them were wearing monks and nuns robes, who were the Taoist robe of Guiying and Zhunti. Another one, with disheveled hair and extraordinary demeanor, had also seen Zhaoming, who was the Taoist roaming.

In the past, when the battle to resolve the trench of the Emperor Wa of Buzhou Mountain, Taoist Randeng did not participate, but stayed on Lingshan with Taoist Jieying.

This time, the Taoist Ancestor Zixiao Palace started his lecture. After the Taoist Master Zhunti returned to inform him, the three of them came together.

Look at the injuries on the surface of the three people. Although it is not very serious, it is obvious that they have already taken action. The only ones in the demon clan's immortal kings are Kunpeng and Zifeng Fairy. Kunpeng is in the hall, and Zifeng Fairy is not a warlike person. There is no need to think too much about it. The one who fights with a few people is naturally the witch clan's witch.

However, the Witch Clan had no chance. Not only were they separated from the Witch Clan's high priests, but even in this case, all the three people who fought with him came in, but the Witch Clan still did not see any one.

Seeing that Taoist Xie Yin was injured and his breath was slightly chaotic, Taoist Hongyun quickly stood up and shouted: "Trick Xie Yin, you can come here to rest."

"Thank you fellow Taoist!" Taoist Xie Yin sat down without thinking too much.

He was plagued by karma in the resentful spirit land, and the situation in his body was a bit special. This time, his blood and energy were affected, and he needed to regulate his breathing.

When Taoist Jie Yin sat down, Taoist Hongyun retreated to Zhen Yuanzi's side. The cushion was also strange, as if it had the power of the Taoist ancestor. The Taoist Jie Yin sat down shortly after it was sitting down, the situation had stabilized.

Taoist Zhunti glanced at Taoist Kunpeng beside him and said, "Amitabha, can the donor let me sit down and adjust my breath?"

Taoist Kunpeng refused without thinking.

Before the Taoist Zhunti spoke, the Taoist Shangqing beside him snorted coldly: "We are the authentic Pangu, the Taoist direct descendant. The demon clan is in decline. How can you, a person with a wool and horn, be on the same side as us? It is better to have a seat if you know each other a little more.

He is a wise and intelligent person. The Taoist ancestor preached and no one can determine how many people would come in.

But except for the cushion that should be the Taoist ancestor, there are only five cushions in the entire hall, which must be mysterious.

I had thought about doing something before, but now I saw the other party attacking me and was just waiting for an opportunity to act. No matter what, Taoist Zhunti and Taoist Sanqing have always had a good relationship, and they are also immortals.

After hearing what the Taoist Shangqing said, Taoist Kunpeng shouted furiously: "Taoist Shangqing, what do you want?"
Chapter completed!