Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1631 Arriving hand in hand

When Daozu calls, no one dares to be late.

In the heavenly court, the Emperor Jun, the two brothers Donghuang Taiyi, plus the ten demon commanders, Queen Xihe, and Concubine Changxi, turned into rays of light and headed thirty-three days away.

Fuxi, who had just left Wa Palace and had not yet had time to return to heaven, had to turn around and go to Zixiao Palace halfway through.

On Shouyang Mountain, I, the leader of all the saints and the boss of the Sanqing Dynasty, walked slowly towards the sky on a crutch.

From the top of Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun and Randen Taoist also flew out quickly without stopping.

East China Sea, Jin'ao Island.

The Qingming Sword hangs on the waist of the leader of Tongtian Cult. The blade of the sword screams and the big sleeves are fluttering, like an unsheathed long sword.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi, known as the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, stepped out of Wuzhuang Temple with a fairy-like air in his hand and a brocade whisk in his hand.

There are also a group of loose cultivators who have lived in seclusion in various places in the ancient times and have not appeared for many years, rushing towards Zixiao Palace.

Taoist ancestor Hongjun rang the ancient bell and summoned his disciples. Until now, no more than one breath has passed.

All those who listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace in the past, as long as they are still alive, will set out.

There is no shortage of people, who are in retreat, and who have also been disturbed and come out of retreat.

In a blink of an eye, the only ones who had not set off yet were Ming Xiaoyang, who was not a disciple of Daozu, and Hou Tu, who was held by him.

"Hurry up and leave." Hou Tu's beautiful eyes blinked, and he saw a familiar figure in the brilliant light.

Fearing that he would be late, Chigualuo grabbed Ming Xiaoyang's hand with his backhand, pulled him and rushed out together.

I'm not Hongjun's disciple, why are you dragging me here? Being pulled by Hou Tu to fly up, Ming Xiaoyang looked puzzled, and only had this thought in his mind.

He was not from Zixiao Palace, so why did he want to meet that old immortal Hongjun?

With this thought in his mind, Ming Xiaoyang greatly enjoyed the touch of Hou Tu's tender little hands and did not break away.

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Zixiao Palace is located thirty-three days away.

Suspended in the relatively mild acquired chaos created by the great god Pangu, this is the origin of this world, the three thousand avenues, and the starting point of all cultivation methods.

After many years, since the battle to seal the World-Destroying Demon God, Taoist Hongjun rang the ancient bell again to summon his disciples.

The bell rang for a long time, and countless quasi-sage level beings appeared one after another.

Dozens of Yuanhui have passed since the three sermons in Zixiao Palace, and all the guests in Zixiao Palace who have survived to this day are already quasi-sage level beings.

Of course, even though they are both quasi-sages, there are still quite a few differences.

I would like to ask, is it possible for a quasi-sage of Tathagata Buddha's level to defeat an ancestral witch?

Think about it and you know it's impossible.

It is also just one step away from realizing the Hunyuan Tao. For later generations of Kong Xuan Tathagata and Buddha, this last step not only cannot find the path, but even the door is locked.

For the quasi-sages like Donghuang, this door has already been opened, and they can clearly see where they are. It only takes enough time to take this final step.

Various streams of light landed on the steps in front of Zixiao Palace one after another, and figures appeared one after another.

A pair of golden boys and girls guarding the palace gate quickly invited these people to enter the hall.

creak!

The palace door that had been imprisoned for many years opened, revealing a spacious palace. Daozu Hongjun sat cross-legged on a high platform, looking unprepossessing.

At first glance, he looks like an inconspicuous old Taoist. In the perception of these quasi-saint-level beings, it was as if he had no magic power at all. Hongjun, the majestic Taoist ancestor, naturally cannot have no magic power, but his cultivation has exceeded the limit that these people can perceive.

These people who had learned arts in Zixiao Palace all entered the main hall. They first bowed to Taoist Hongjun and then returned to their seats.

When Zixiao Palace attended the lecture in the past, everyone's seat was fixed according to the arrangement of the first sermon.

Six futons were placed there, and no one dared to sit on them.

Not long after, the people who were supposed to come were almost there.

Countless people died in the ancient battles, and in the battle against the World-Destroying Demon God last year, nearly half of them were lost.

When they arrived at the main hall, there were only seven or eight hundred people left.

Sanqing, Nuwa, Qingyin, and Zhunti all sat in their seats without saying a word. The old god was there.

Brother Di Juntai was leaning on a pillar with a calm expression, surrounded by the demon clan.

The Eleventh Ancestral Witch came a little late and stood on the other side to confront Brother Dijun. Sparks were flying as their eyes intertwined.

The men and horses approaching the Lich hurriedly stayed away for fear of being accidentally injured.

"Where's Sister Houtu?" Xuanming looked around the hall and shouted in surprise when Houtu was nowhere to be seen.

"There must be something delayed." Zhu Jiuyin guessed.

"Probably!" Di Jiang took a deep breath and said calmly.

Hou Tu was the last to go. Facing that boy Ming Xiaoyang alone would inevitably cause delays.

That bastard silver-haired boy is not generally annoying!

Nuwa caught a glimpse of a group of people from the Wu clan out of the corner of her eye, but Ming Xiaoyang and Hou Tu were missing, and her silver teeth were grinding.

Damn it, this damn prodigal son is not pestering Hou Tu and is reluctant to leave, right?
  After thinking about it for a moment, Nuwa became angry for no reason, but she didn't know where the anger came from.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
  They are both quasi-sage level masters and have visited Zixiao Palace more than once in the past. In less than ten breaths, everything that was supposed to come came.

But Daozu Hongjun still said nothing, his eyes were closed tightly, and he hesitated to say why he summoned them all.

Those who can come here will naturally not lack patience and wait for each other.

Not long after, the fierce wind came from outside the palace again.

A bloated light fell on the steps of Zixiao Palace, where the palace door was open, and two figures holding hands appeared.

Houtu!

Ming Xiaoyang!
  Seeing who was coming, countless people opened their eyes.

Needless to say, Empress Tu, the Queen of Earth, one of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan, is an old acquaintance of theirs and everyone knows her.

The other figure holding hands with Hou Tu, with silver hair and white clothes, was clearly Ming Xiaoyang, a mixed-race man from three tribes who killed the demon master Kunpeng nearly two hundred years ago and fought with Donghuang Taiyi in a losing battle.

This man killed Kunpeng and even fought against Donghuang Taiyi. Now he is holding hands with Houtu. Could it be that he wants to be the son-in-law of the Wu clan?
  If this is true, the Wu Clan will have a powerful helper.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to set up the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation, which was enough to fight against the Monster Clan's Zhoutian Star Formation.

If there is an unparalleled genius who can compete with a peerless powerhouse like Donghuang Taiyi, and the Lich fights again, there will be no suspense about the outcome.

In an instant, many powerful men were secretly wondering in their hearts what attitude they should take towards the Witch Clan in the future.

The two Liches who bore the brunt saw Ming Xiaoyang and Hou Tu holding hands, but their expressions were completely different.

Di Jun raised his eyebrows with a look of watching a good show; but the Eleventh Ancestral Witch's eyes were filled with fire, and he wished he could chop off Ming Xiaoyang's hand!

(End of this chapter)