Honghuang: Starting from the Longhan catastrophe!

Chapter 89: Adding fuel to the fire
Under the strange gazes of the immortals and the kings, Fu Tu and his group walked forward quickly.

When he walked near the seat where only Daoguo great men could sit, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Hurrah!"

"How dare you come here!"

An angry voice sounded, and I looked in the direction of the voice.

A powerful Tao Fruit figure, surrounded by a mixture of the laws of earth and insects, stood up.

He walked towards Futu with great momentum, and a terrifying murderous intent filled the air.

This person is so intimidating to everyone, he is the Venerable Huang Jiao!
"Futu, you have a lot of enemies!"

Haiyue looked at Huang Jiao with a smile. He was not afraid at all. Instead, he teased him in a low voice.

"There are too many lice and they don't itch!"

Fu Tu remained calm, not caring at all about Huang Jiao's approach, and responded calmly.

This made Venerable Huang Jiao very angry, and he immediately came to Fu Tu.

He looked down at Fu Tu, his eyes revealing a strong sense of cruelty.

Fierce bloodshot threads appeared, as if they were about to beat Fu Tu to death in the next second.

"Come!"

"If you have the guts, do it!"

Fu Tu stretched his neck and kept provoking the other party, hoping that Huang Jiao would take action.

This time, he came with only a clone, while the other party is the real person. Let's see who is willing to risk it?
Huang Jiao's arms were shaking and he could hardly suppress his anger.

But every time I wanted to take action, I would remember that this was the Taoist temple of Patriarch Hongjun.

If a fight breaks out, I'm afraid that Patriarch Hongjun will not forgive him.

When he thought of the consequences, Venerable Huang Jiao finally took a deep breath.

Reason still prevailed. He looked around at the group of people and shouted:
"The front row seats are only for you guys, so get out of here!"

"Fellow Daoist Haiyue, Venerable Huangjiao seems to look down on you!"

Fu Tu was instantly amused, then he looked at Hai Yue next to him and fanned the flames without disguising his anger.

"Humph!"

"A mere immortal, what is that..."

Huang Jiao glanced at Haiyue, and he seemed to be an ordinary immortal no matter how he looked at him.

Then he snorted coldly and mocked him without any hesitation, with an indescribable disdain in his voice.

But before he could finish his words, a strong sense of mental warning sounded in his heart.

The crisis instantly turned into a fatal one, causing Venerable Huang Jiao to remain silent.

He immediately turned his head to observe Haiyue, wanting to see who the other person was.
Little did he know that the unscrupulous inquiries made Haiyue feel a little unhappy.

The magic power in the body surged out, and a giant shadow of a sky-supporting frying pan rose from the ground.

The brilliant light of the turtle civilization was spreading, illuminating the entire Zixiao Palace.

It also makes the sea and mountains look more majestic, exuding an ancient and vast aura.

The heavy air of time makes it look like an ancient book, and you can tell at first glance that it is an antique.

"Xuan, Xuangui Ancestor!"

Venerable Huang Jiao opened his eyes wide, revealing a look of deep horror.

He couldn't even speak clearly at this point, and it was obvious that he had recognized Haiyue's identity.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the scene was stunned and the scene became extremely quiet.

They all looked at him in awe; they didn't expect this person to come.

The Xiantian Shengsheng, who was standing next to Haiyue, didn't look any better at this moment.

It was not until now that everyone understood Haiyue’s true identity, and they were confused for a moment.

Who could have thought that a person with great powers from the ancestral realm would actually play games with them every million years?
"small bug."

"What are you talking about?"

Haiyue's bottomless eyes were like an abyss, swallowing up Venerable Huangjiao.

The terrifying aura that was inadvertently leaked seemed to crush Venerable Huang Jiao to death completely.

The spreading aftermath also made many of the listeners present feel a little breathless.

"My Lord, I, what I mean is that you are a pillar of the world!" Huang Jiao felt a little dry in the mouth, and his heart was beating wildly.

But he could only force himself to remain calm, lower his head and admit his mistake, so as to avoid retaliation.

Don’t look at this old black tortoise ancestor, he hasn’t come out for a long time.

But if you really think that others have a good temper, you will definitely suffer a great loss.

"Humph!"

The Black Turtle Ancestor snorted coldly, and terrifying power exploded in the soul of the Yellow Horned Venerable.

In an instant, Venerable Huangjiao's face turned pale, and a trickle of sacred blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't even dare to breathe, waiting for the Black Turtle Ancestor to vent his anger.

This well-behaved and obedient appearance made the Black Turtle Ancestor lose interest.

He immediately restrained his aura, smiled again, and walked forward slowly.

And all the Daoguo masters sitting in front of him stood up one by one to greet him.

He took the initiative to give up his seat to the Black Turtle Ancestor, and finally let the Black Turtle Ancestor sit in the front seat.

Fu Tu and his group naturally followed the Black Turtle Ancestor and sat down.

The Daoguo masters nearby didn't even dare to say a word at this time, and tacitly agreed to this matter.

Only Venerable Huangjiao, who was taught a lesson in court, was left humiliated.

Venerable Huangjiao wanted to leave now as he was embarrassed in public.

But if I leave like this, I will miss the teachings of Patriarch Hongjun and others.

After thinking about it, Venerable Huangjiao found a seat in the front and sat down.

But his eyes were fixed on Fu Tu, revealing deep resentment.

Fu Tu naturally felt all of this, but he didn't care at all.

Instead, he began to study the cushion below. After careful examination, he was shocked.

This is actually a cushion woven from the branches of the Innate Spiritual Root Enlightenment Tree.

Judging from the 3000 cushions, perhaps Patriarch Hongjun had cut down all the trees?

At first he thought it was not up to standard, but now he realizes that it is truly low-key, luxurious and has substance.

Fully demonstrate the financial strength of the richest man in the prehistoric world!
If it were an ordinary person, who would be willing to chop off the innate spiritual roots?
Which one is not treated as a treasure and cherished, and the pursuit of long-term success is important?

Only Patriarch Hongjun has the courage to do so, and does not regard his innate spiritual roots as treasures at all.

Cut it down when I say cut it down!

This strong financial strength made Fu Tu deeply envious.

I couldn't help but recall what Zulong had said: You deserve to die!
Fu Tu was once again impressed by these words and expressed his deep agreement.

As time passed, more and more seekers climbed to the top of the mountain.

Either they are powerful beings with Tao Fruit, or they are innately sacred, or they have great luck.

Ordinary people do not even have the qualifications to reach the top of the mountain and can only listen at the foot of the mountain.

Pan Wang, who had finally gotten up, found a seat at the back and stretched his neck to look forward.

Finally, among the group of Daoguo masters, I found that familiar figure.

His eyes immediately widened into a circle, filled with confusion, surprise, deep jealousy and murderous intent.

Eventually it all turned into bitterness, and I had no choice but to close my eyes and pretend that I didn't see it.

As the sermon time drew closer, all 3000 cushions on the scene were already filled with people.

Some closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing, while others calmed their minds and waited silently for the sermon to begin.

Some people are also making friends quietly, hoping to get to know more people through this platform.

When time passed the last moment, the supreme figure surrounding the Avenue of Order emerged.

A brilliant glow flowed on the surface of the body, and half of a law rune was faintly visible.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sacred body, and the two were constantly switching.

It exudes an obscure rhythm of laws and principles, and it is like looking at flowers in the fog, unable to see clearly.

But everyone knows his identity, this person is the ancestor Hongjun!

(End of this chapter)