Chaos are boundless in the true sense. Even the Immortal Emperor and God King cannot detect the boundaries of chaos.

After all, the world is born based on chaos and cannot be transcended, so it is destined to be trapped in a world.

The endless chaos is not only spoken, but also the direction, and the chaos is unclear. If you want to find a person or a place, you either need to use your breath to pull it, or you have the means to see chaos.

For most people, entering chaos is like a headless fly.

"Old Zhan, there is not even a direction in this chaos. Where is Zixiao Palace?"

"If you ask me who will I ask? Look for it. If it really doesn't work, wait for the bell to ring again."

"Huh? This natural aura? Could it be the direction of Zixiao Palace?"

"Zixiao Palace, tsk, this Wang Zheng is afraid that he doesn't want to become a Taoist ancestor."

"The skill of spreading the Dharma is enough to make him called the Taoist Ancestor. After all, he spreads the Dharma alone, which is equivalent to spreading the Dharma to the whole world. But his cultivation is a little worse. If he cannot reach the realm of the Immortal Emperor, this Taoist Ancestor is an exaggeration."

Most people walk together in this chaos, and what they don’t know is that their every move and every word and action are all under the gaze of the Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse.

And the strong men at the level of the Immortal Emperor and God King did not actually screen the origins and temperaments of these monks one by one. Just glanced over and saw that they were not on the list in their hearts, there was nothing to stop them.

At the same time, Wang Zheng, as the lord of Zixiao Palace, also controlled Zixiao Palace, exuding the natural Taoist rhyme, attracting a large number of cultivators to come.

Like a guiding light, most monks suddenly felt something and turned their direction and flew towards Zixiao Palace.

A large number of monks shuttled through the entire chaos, and under their powerful power, the chaos was boiling.

One, two, three...

Cultivators appeared in front of Zixiao Palace one after another, but when they saw that the gate of Zixiao Palace was closed, they felt something and found a position to sit cross-legged.

The monks are strong and weak, and their luck is good and bad. Being able to come here first means that they need to wait for others to arrive together before they can meet the master of Zixiao Palace.

Although, that person has seen it on TV too many times.

"Hmm? Extremely evil old Taoist? You are not dead yet!"

In the pure land supported by Zixiao Palace, such greetings sound from time to time. Of course, there is also a strong smell of gunpowder brewing. After all, as the top strong men, except for the talented ones, everyone else is on the throne of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

For such a person, who has not had many enemies in his life?

But this place is Zixiao Palace, and no one who can come here is a fool.

Everyone is very clear about the former hatred or the opportunity in front of them. Therefore, even if the gunpowder smells strong here, these strong men are restraining them.

They all exuded a terrifying aura, but they were as still as mountains.

Divine light, demonic energy, fairy sound...

As more and more powerful people arrive, the small world opened by Zixiao Palace has become lively.

Tens of thousands? No! Not only should be the strong people in the fairyland who have lived through ancient times, hundreds of thousands of them have gathered here!

The human race, the demon race, and various other races, hundreds of thousands of immortals and gods are actually not many in this huge world.

In Zixiao Palace, Wang Zheng calculated the time. Seven days passed, and there were fewer and fewer monks coming here one after another.

And Wang Zheng didn't plan to wait any longer.

The rest of those who didn’t come here are either not suitable for them to come, or they are really not destined to be together.

Therefore, after taking a deep breath, Wang Zheng nodded at the six immortal emperors and gods, and then bent his fingers and the sound of the Zixiao Palace bell resounded through the chaos again.

The thick bell made everyone present feel shocked, and in an instant, it was solemn and silent.

In the chaos, those who had not yet found Zixiao Palace all looked gloomy. Some of them became extremely irritable.

The method to kill the three corpses! If you miss it, if you want to get it, you don’t know how much price it will cost or how long it will take to wait.

At that time, it is hard to say what the world will become and whether they will live in it!

However, no matter how they thought, Wang Zheng really didn't care. After all, most of them were focused on and could not get the method of killing the three corpses.

For the other small part, Wang Zheng couldn't invite him in person, right? After seven days of being released, you are still not in a hurry. Is it a blaming me?

"Everyone, please enter Zixiao Palace."

Wang Zheng's voice resounded inside and outside Zixiao Palace. With his voice, the gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Everyone looked at each other, and then as if they had agreed, they instantly burst out with their own means and flew into the Zixiao Palace.

They still remember that there are seven holy thrones in Zixiao Palace. What if Wang Zheng really wants to learn from Hongjun Daozu, what if Wang Zheng really has Hongmeng purple aura...

Although this possibility is very low, the better it is to hear this thing.

"Haha, look at the three thousand worlds in this place!"

A powerful Western magician used terrifying space magic, and three thousand worlds suddenly appeared before the gate of Zixiao Palace.

"Roar! The sky is endless, and the world is far away!"

Similarly, there were also powerful people from the Eastern Dragon Clan who roared and used the natural magical powers of the Blue Sky Dragon, and the distance became vanished by his shaking his head and tail.

"Hmph! Get out of here, the magical magic trick!"

"Haha, the mysterious yellow is endless."

Almost in the blink of an eye, the battlefield turned into a battlefield in front of the Zixiao Palace. The powerful people used their own means to stop as soon as they let go, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only seeking to let themselves enter the palace first.

First, the Golden Immortal Lord God competed for the battle, and when these strong people gradually entered, the true immortals and true gods who were ready to move began to take action.

The Zixiao Palace has its own world, and a large number of strong people flocked to it, subconsciously trying to compete for the cushion holy positions according to their positions in the TV series.

But after they entered Zixiao Palace, they were collectively silent.

Others may not recognize these six people, but as the Golden Immortal Lord God, they have the best knowledge and realm, but they recognize the identities of these six people.

The Immortal Emperor in the East, the God King in the West!

Seeing them sitting on the cushion, everyone was completely out of mind.

Later, people saw that their predecessors were so honest. Although many people didn’t know who the people on the cushion were, they also followed suit and kept quiet.

Even Wang Zheng became unfathomable at this moment.
Chapter completed!