Great Desolate Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 7 The Rise of Haotian Corpse Lich
Zixiao Palace will last forever, standing in the chaos.

When all the immortals heard about Hongjun Dao, they were all intoxicated for a moment, and their minds were immersed in it, as if they couldn't extricate themselves.

In this way, 3 years have passed quietly.

Suddenly, the sound of Hongjun's preaching stopped, and in the main hall of Zixiao Palace, all the immortals suddenly woke up from the rhyme, and looked at Patriarch Hongjun with eager eyes and faces.

It turns out that although Honghuang is big, he has not yet systematically practiced exercises.Although a few innate gods have their own inheritance, they are also obscure and difficult to understand, and many places are difficult to comprehend.

Now that Hongjun is preaching, everyone is naturally hungry and thirsty!
"This sermon has been completed for 3 years, and you will go back and think about it." Hongjun looked around the crowd indifferently, seeing that everyone was full of anxiety, and then said: "After 3000 years, the Zixiao Palace will open. sermon."

"Thank you teacher, may the teacher live forever!"

Hongjun didn't want to talk about it, and everyone couldn't help it.In desperation, they had no choice but to get up and thank Hongjun for his kindness in preaching, and they all stepped out to Zixiao Palace.

The gate of Zixiao Palace was opened by Haotian, and all the immortals who had their own experience in listening to the Dao, eager to digest and comprehend, came out one after another, bid farewell to each other, and then flew to the prehistoric, heading for their own dojo.

Since then, hundreds of millions of living beings in the prehistoric world have all worshiped Hongjun and respected Daozu!
Years go by, eight hundred years in a blink of an eye!

On this day, the sun star suddenly became radiant and red, like an ancient beast waking up from a deep sleep.Suddenly, infinite heat was emitted, scorching all living beings in the prehistoric world.

The transformation of the sun and stars, the prehistoric supernatural powers, naturally felt it.

In the main hall of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountains, there are three cloud platforms. Above the cloud platforms, there are three Taoists, Supreme, Primordial, and Heaven-reaching, with Qingyun manifesting above their heads, and they are discussing Taoism.

Suddenly, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time, with a hint of surprise in their eyes!
"The guest of Zixiao Palace, the essence of Sun Lihuo, is really extraordinary." Lao Tzu's expression remained unchanged, his face shook, and he said lightly.

As if this is a trivial matter!
"Brother is right!" Tong Tian said with a strange ray of light in his eyes, and a faint flash of war in his eyes.

"Huh!" Yuan Yuan Tianzun snorted coldly, with disdain in his face, and said proudly: "You guys with fur and horns don't know etiquette, how dare they be so rampant!"

From this, it can be seen that among the Sanqing brothers, their personalities are contradictory and their temperaments are also very different. Lao Tzu is still inactive, and everything does not linger in his heart, so he can be broad-minded and concentrate on the Tao; the original heart is arrogant and arrogant, thinking he is superior to others; Master Tongtian has an aloof personality, like a sword drawn out of its sheath.

In the prehistoric west, in the Lingshan Dojo, Jieyin and Zhunti sat opposite each other, with a sense of Zen emanating from their bodies!

"Brother, the land in the east is really outstanding, it's not like the barren land in the west." Taoist Zhunti said with an ugly expression.

"Junior brother, the number of days recurs, and there will be a day when I will flourish in the West." The Taoist receiving and guiding said with his usual pain on his face, "I just need to work hard and wait for the teacher to give a lecture next time."

Saying that, the Taoist Jieyin opened his eyes, and there was a sense of extinction in his eyes, and he was silent for a moment!

"Alas!" Taoist Zhunti was also helpless, so he sighed and shouted: "Senior brother is right, it's my brother who made a fool of himself."

Longevity Hill and Wuzhuang Temple are still closed!

Suddenly, a tyrannical momentum soared up to the sky, and the book of the earth flew up to the sky of Wuzhuang Temple, and the earthy yellow rays of light hung down, suppressing the earth.

At the same time, above the East China Sea, in the Huoyun Cave, in the extreme north, in the Buzhou Mountains, and in the Sea of ​​Darkness in the North, each has a powerful aura rising, echoing each other from afar.

You are making progress, and I am making progress, you are not the only one!
In the depths of the Sun Star, in the center of a huge valley of flames, there is a luxurious and ancient palace with carved beams and jade buildings, with a magnificent and atmospheric atmosphere, it is the Sun Palace!

"Brother, now that we have cut off a corpse and broken through the quasi-sage realm, it's time to subdue those monster races!" Tai held the Donghuang Bell in one hand, looked at Di Jun, and shouted excitedly.

"Haha!" Di Jun smiled "haha", looked at Tai Yi, and said solemnly: "Second brother is right, with our brother's strength, as long as we don't encounter great supernatural powers, it is not difficult to subdue the monster race."

Therefore, Di Jun and Tai Yi went to the prehistoric world hand in hand. Perhaps the two were destined to be the emperors of the demon clan.

Among the monster clan, the strong are respected, and the two of Di Jun have strong strength, and if they show their intention to solicit, the monster kings will naturally lead their forces to join them!
In another 300 years, the demon god Bai Ze discovered by accident that there was a world above Buzhou Mountain, vast and boundless, with spirits everywhere, and reported it to Di Jun and Tai Yi!

The two were overjoyed, and they set foot on Zixiao Palace to ask Daozu Hongjun for instructions.

Thus, the Yaozu established the Heavenly Court!

There are ten demon gods under his command, all of them are in the golden fairy realm, three thousand demon kings, and hundreds of millions of little demons.

On the day of the establishment of the heavenly court, merits and virtues will descend from the heavens.

Dijun and Taiyi both beheaded the second corpse by virtue of their merits, and became quasi-sage mid-term masters.

For a time, the rise of the monster clan is inevitable!

Between dryness and prosperity, there is its own rise and fall; mutual generation and mutual restraint, this is the number of days, the way of nature, and the way of all living beings.Like a natural enemy, with the rise of the monster race, it is inevitable that another race will be strong to form a check and balance.

300 years later, in the extreme north of the Great Desolation, there are countless ancient tribes standing on it, surrounded by twelve big tribes, and there is a huge temple in the center of the twelve big tribes.

Pangu Temple!
Inside the Pangu Hall, there are twelve thrones, and there is a person sitting on each throne, there are men and women, they are the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan!
"Now, the demon clan has set up a heavenly court to rule over the heaven and the earth." As the leader, Zu Wu Di Jiang looked ugly, and shouted: "What do you brothers think, what should my witch clan do?"

"Brother, what's the point of discussing this? Send troops to kill the Heavenly Court and slaughter Di Jun and Tai Xiao'er." Immediately, the grumpy Zhu Rong yelled.

"Nonsense!" Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, objected immediately, and said, "Now that the power of the monster clan is unknown, if you go rashly, you will fall into the conspiracy of the other party."

Water and fire are incompatible, Zhu Rong and Gonggong have always been at odds with each other, and they would quarrel if they had the opportunity!
"Gong Gong, are you afraid?" Zhu Rong suddenly shouted angrily.

"You." Gonggong was also furious, and he was about to refute.

"Shut up, what's the use of arguing all the time? Can you find a way to argue?" Seeing that the two were arguing again, Di Jiang quickly stopped and said angrily.

Zhu Rong and the two had no choice but to sit down.

"If we want to deal with the demon clan, we must first consider Hongjun's thoughts. You must know that Dijun established the heaven with Hongjun's will. Before Hongjun's intentions are unclear, we can't act rashly." Suddenly, Zuwu Houtu said.

As soon as these words fell, the hall was silent!
Even Zhu Rong and Gong Gong lost their voices.Obviously, with the pride of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, one has to admit that Hongjun is strong and the saint is powerful.

"The monster clan set up the heavenly court to report to the heaven and the earth, why don't we also open the altar and announce that the witch clan is in charge of the wild land." Time Ancestor Wuji Jiuyin said suddenly.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, obviously this is a good way.

"Okay, since I have no objection, let's do it this way!" Finally, Di Jiang made a decision and shouted.

A hundred years later, the witches set up altars to worship Pangu.

It is said that the Wu clan is of the blood of Pangu, so it should be in charge of the wild land.

It was also from this time that the witch clan migrated into the prehistoric oriental land on a large scale. Only the Pangu Temple remained unchanged, still located in the extreme northern land, as if it would stand forever!
It is different from the disputes among the prehistoric tribes and the dragon and snake rising from the land.

Thirty-three days away, where the Zixiao Palace stood, there was eternal silence, and the violent hurricane of chaos swept across a million miles around the Zixiao Palace, and it became docile one after another.

Outside the door of a side hall in Zixiao Palace, Yaochi was anxiously waiting, with a worried look in her pretty eyes, looking into the side hall.

"Brother Haotian has been in seclusion for nine years, he should have broken through, why hasn't he come out yet!" Yaochi muttered in a low voice.

Obviously, he was quite worried about Haotian who was practicing in seclusion in the hall!
In the main hall, Haotian sat cross-legged on the altar, with Qingyun above his head, and there was a twelve-grade black lotus floating in the Qingyun.

The whole body of Haotian was flickering with gloomy light, as if there was infinite murderous aura and evil spirit lingering, extremely evil!

"Chucky!"

These are exactly the huge evil energy and murderous intent accumulated in Haotian Dragon and Phoenix's first robbery, and now it is just right to use this as a driving force to kill evil corpses.

It can be said to make the best use of everything, and the realm will come naturally!
Suddenly, Haotian growled lowly, with a ferocious expression on his face, as if he had endless desires, and the demons were disturbing his mind.

"cut"

In the end, the twelfth-grade black lotus flickered and spun nine times in a row, and Haotian yelled loudly.

Suddenly Haotian's body shook violently, and above the Qingyun, Heilian suddenly turned into a black-robed Taoist with a sullen complexion and flew out, landing in front of Haotian.

"Poverty Daoist Huang Quan, congratulations brother Daoist for your great progress." Huang Quan, who is also the man in black, called out.

"Brother Dao, you don't need to be too polite, you and I are one, we should be happy together." Haotian said with a hint of joy on his face.

With a flash of light, Huang Quan returned to Qingyun again, and Haotian stepped out of the hall.

"Brother Haotian, you are finally out!" Yaochi shouted happily.

"Well, it just happened to break through." Haotian said.

So, Haotian and Yaochi stepped into the main hall of Zixiao Palace, and asked Hongjun for instructions, saying that Haotian had successfully beheaded the corpse, and was going to let the evil corpse travel to the prehistoric times.

Hongjun didn't even bother to pay attention to such trivial matters, it was regarded as acquiescing.

Haotian and Yaochi stepped out of Zixiao Palace again, Haotian released the evil corpses into the prehistoric land, and the main body went back to the side hall to retreat again to stabilize the realm!

But they didn't know that after the two left, Hongjun's figure suddenly appeared on the open platform of Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun took a deep look at the direction in which Haotian and Yaochi were leaving, and shook his head lightly.

"This son does have great perseverance and great wisdom, but it's a pity."

As he spoke, Hongjun's body slowly faded away, and finally disappeared, leaving only a soft sigh hovering, mysterious and mysterious, just like the sound of Taoism!
If you are not holy, you will end up as ants.

(End of this chapter)