Honghuang: I made up myths for Ziwei

Chapter 102
Zixi sat cross-legged on the cloud, shaking the wine glass slightly in her hand, but looked at the broken mountains and rivers below.

That battle has temporarily ended, but only temporarily.

After Zixi suppressed Jiuyou and began to kill the low-level Taiyi Realm Sacred, the situation on the battlefield began to be one-sided.

Finally, Moro and the others withdrew.

Although the existence that Zixi wanted to kill the most was Moro, but at the last moment, the aura erupted from Moro's body made Zixi and the others afraid of it.

Moreover, the result of this fight is too tragic. If the pursuit enters the west and stays away from the territory of the Miro Palace, the blessings given by the Heavenly Dao Formation will weaken or even disappear.

The innate and sacred overall cultivation level of the West is very high, and as a result of the pursuit, the possibility of losing both sides is extremely high.

For Miro Palace, it's not worth it.

Moreover, Mount Sumeru is the ashram of Rahu, and I still don't know what kind of attitude that person has.

Zi Xi still wanted to wait until the fortune green lotus matured.

The strong men of Qilin Pavilion also followed Mo Luo and the others to Mount Sumeru in the west. After this battle, the number of innate gods was directly halved.

Miro Palace itself lost more than 100 congenital saints, leaving only more than 200 members.

There are less than a hundred people in the Dragon Palace, and even fewer in the Qilin Pavilion.

Mount Sumeru is also not much better. There are more than 300 innate saints, and there are only more than 100 left. Just looking at the number, the saints of Miluo Palace are the least fallen.

Because the sacred overall strength of the Mira Palace is not weaker than Mount Sumeru, plus the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Array, and the wealth of the Mira Palace, everyone has innate spiritual treasures in their hands, which has taken a lot of advantage in the battle.

It's just that no one can be in a good mood after such a result. Since Miluo Palace was established, there has never been a reduction in staff. Once the staff is reduced, there are hundreds of congenital saints.

In addition to the parties involved in the war, the damage to the prehistoric world was also extremely serious. One-third of the territory of Miluo Palace was turned into ruins. All the way west to Kunlun Mountain, they were all wreckage. There were no living creatures. , the aura of heaven and earth is chaotic, full of destructive power.

This is just a battle at the Taiyi Realm. If one day there is a battle at the Da Luo Realm level, wouldn't it be that the entire Great Desolation will be repeatedly destroyed several times?
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, how about talking about the old days?"

Zi Xi suddenly raised her head, looked towards the void, and said.

The world was silent and there was no response.

Zi Xi didn't care, she poured another glass of wine on her own, and waited patiently.

Not long after, a voice came from beside Zixi.

"What is fellow Taoist Ziwei looking for in poverty?"

The white-robed Taoist, who was surrounded by fresh air, appeared there at some point, and asked with a smile, who else could it be if it wasn't Hongjun.

I don't know whether to call him by his name directly to make him feel something, or to hide from the sidelines and watch the play from the beginning to the end.

Zixi took out a jade gourd and threw it over. After all, she wanted to ask Hongjun about something, so she had to be friendly.

Hongjun took the jade gourd, shook it lightly, smiled, and put it in his sleeve.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to ask about Luo Hu? It's okay to tell friends about this matter. It has nothing to do with him. He won't participate. Of course, the same is true for Pindao. After all, Pindao is a peace-loving god. He has always served God with virtue. Good at fighting. All the friends I met were impressed by the poor morality, and I got along very happily with the poor, just like fellow Taoist Ziwei."

Zixi automatically ignored Hongjun's nonsense in the second half, and she was used to it long ago.

The only message in Hongjun's words is that neither he nor Luo Hu will participate, and the sacred things of Mount Sumeru have nothing to do with it.

Zixi nodded, and said sincerely: "What fellow daoist said is very true. The noble character of fellow daoist is obvious to all living beings in the prehistoric and wild. The light and wind are shining like the moon, and the heart embraces the world. Do you think the same is true for fellow daoists?"

Hongjun took a deep look at Zixi, smiling brightly. He naturally knew the meaning of Zixi's words, and he didn't have to think about who the so-called friends of Taoism were asking.

"Compared to Poor Dao, apart from other things, he has a worse temper, but he is still sloppy and reasonable. It is not a problem to come to the house as a guest. If there is Poor Dao, I will try to persuade him."

Zixi's eyes moved slightly, she glanced at Hongjun's eyes, smiled, and raised her wine glass to Hongjun.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for clarifying the confusion."

"You don't need to be polite, after all, fellow Taoists have a predestined relationship with poor Taoists."

At this time, Hongjun looked down, and a divine rainbow came through the sky. Judging from the breath, it was undoubtedly a phoenix.

"It seems fellow daoist has something to do, so I won't bother the poor daoist. I will invite fellow daoist to talk about it in the future."

When the voice fell, Hongjun's figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

Although Zixi felt that Hongjun's last words seemed to mean something, she still didn't think about it now.

Judging from the meaning of Hongjun's words, it means that even if it is Mount Sumeru, they can go, and Luo Hu will not stop it.

But to say that they are guests, does it mean that they should grasp the meaning of propriety?
That's right, after all, it's Rahu's dojo. If a big battle broke out there and turned Mount Sumeru into a ruin like the one below, even if Rahu can let it go, he's not just in a good temper.

But Luo Hu is the existence of the extreme practice path that pioneered the magic way, so he is a mild-tempered person?
As for what Hongjun said would restrain Luo Hu, it should be credible.

Shenhong fell, and Yuanhuang, dressed in colorful feathers, appeared beside Zixi, staring at Zixi with dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong? The two palace lords didn't negotiate well?"

Fenghuang glared at Zixi angrily, she was not willing to take care of such troublesome matters at all.

"My lord appointed you, the deputy lord, to talk to them. My lord's injury has not recovered, so I'm going back to retreat to recuperate."

Yuanhuang raised her head slightly, and said with the majesty of the palace lord.

This guy didn't learn anything else, but he played tricks like putting on airs in front of Zixi and using power for personal gain.

After speaking, he reached out and patted Zi Xi's shoulder, with a gesture of "I'll leave it to you", and turned around to slip away.

Zixi squinted, and grabbed Fenghuang who was about to run away after putting down the burden.

Unhealed?Retreat to recuperate?If you are lazy, just say, you have a ghost whose injury has not healed, and he recovered faster than anyone else.

"Let's go, go talk to Canglong and everyone in Dragon Palace, and you will come too."

As he said that, regardless of his struggle, the starlight wrapped him up, and he took a step forward, and he appeared outside Miluo Palace, the sacred tree of the parasol tree.

On the one hand, the loss caused by that battle was too great, and Miro Palace also exposed too many things, especially the strength it showed.

Under such circumstances, the relationship between Miro Palace and Dragon Palace is somewhat delicate.

But it was only subtle, and there was no break.

It's just that under such circumstances, many things must be discussed with Dragon Palace. If you don't speak clearly, it will be a restless factor.

Zixi came to the front of the Taoism Hall, straightened her robes, and walked in.

However, Yuanhuang, the palace lord, reluctantly fell behind, and walked slowly to the first place. He simply didn't bother to pretend, and just sat on the seat and started to wander.

Regarding this, neither the sanctity of the Miluo Palace nor the Dragon Palace paid any attention to it, and the eyes of the powerful Dragon Palace all focused on Zixi, or Tianshu, the deputy lord of the Miluo Palace.

(End of this chapter)