Honghuang: I, Daojun Donghua, start with hibiscus wood

Donghua sat right behind Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi was pushed by Donghua to the fifth futon, and he still didn’t react, he could feel that it was Donghua Gang himself, and originally wanted to ask Donghua why he did this, but when he turned back and saw Donghua shaking his head slightly, his heart moved, knowing that Donghua had some ideas, so he didn’t ask more.

Instead, he sat comfortably in the fifth position.

As for the position at the back, there is no futon, how to sit is similar, unlike the six positions in the front generally look very special, so there is no one to compete, the cultivation is deep, the speed is relatively fast, sit in the front, the poor repair sits in the back, or more harmonious.

However, the brothers Taiyi and Dijun, because of the conflict with Donghua, did not want to get too close to Donghua at this time, and snatched away the first six positions, and the two brothers simply walked to the corner, as if thinking that the farther away from Donghua, the better.

However, the sisters Xi and Changxi, as well as the three goddesses of the Western Queen Mother, were all gathered around Donghua and were quite close to him.

On the contrary, Ao Qing, who was a disciple of Donghua, was a little confused, he originally wanted to sit behind Donghua, the master, seeing such a situation, he touched his head, and did not dare to let a few gods and daughters give way, so he found a place to sit down at random.

Soon, all the great powers in the Zixiao Palace sat down one after another.

But at this time, Hongjun still hasn’t appeared.

However, there were people coming from the chaos outside the Zixiao Palace, and the most conspicuous of them was the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan.

They are full of turbid qi, full of breath, among the many divine, almost no one can compare with it except the River Styx.

I didn’t like it, so I sat in the corner.

Donghua didn’t pay much attention to the twelve ancestral witches, he knew that the twelve ancestral witches came to the Zixiao Palace this time, just because Hongjun became holy and coerced hugely, so he came to see what was special about the way of saints.

Zixiao Palace preached, and almost nothing happened to them.

After listening to the sermon this time, without the Yuan God, they found that Hongjun’s way of the saints could not understand at all, and they would not come the second time.

Moreover, the Wu clan is a fusion of Pangu bloodline and earthly turbid qi, congenital temper, even brothers often fight, and very exclusive, not a good object to make friends with, Donghua has no intention of befriending people from the Wu clan.

The only thing that can make Donghua pay more attention here is Houtu, Houtu is the ancestor witch with the best personality among the twelve ancestral witches, and although she can’t understand the avenue that Hongjun preached, she was still able to listen to the three Zixiao Palace sermons patiently, and her heart was very extraordinary.

And in the future, the soil will turn into reincarnation, and she will be sad and compassionate, which also makes Donghua have some admiration for her.

Regardless of whether she has some selfish intention to find a way back for the Wu Clan, she is indeed saving the miserable souls between Panhuan and the Flood Barren World after the fall of hundreds of millions of people.

For this alone, no matter who it is, they have to admire this woman.

After waiting for a while, in the Zixiao Palace, the green jade floor on the suspended and chaotic qi was almost filled with the power of the flood waste.

Everyone sat quietly in place, without exchanging their ears.

They are all cultivators at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal, and they are still patient, and they are polite enough not to disturb the purity of the Zixiao Palace.

Just when everyone waited for a long time, and they didn’t see anything else coming outside the Zixiao Palace, so that the two boys of Hao Tianyao Chi were ready to go over and close the door, in the chaos in the distance, suddenly two figures hurriedly rushed towards the Zixiao Palace.

The strength of those two people should still be relatively strong, the speed is not slow, but they look very embarrassed, as if it took a lot of strength to cross the chaos.

The Zixiao Palace was originally very quiet, but as soon as these two people rushed into the gate, they made a big movement.

“Woo hoo… Senior brother, my West is a barren land, born in the West is already very bitter, this time I heard a saint preaching, you and I traveled hundreds of millions of miles, desperately rushing to chaos, but I didn’t expect that in the end there was not even a seat! Are you and I really suffering so hard…”

This sudden cry of pain not only attracted the attention of all the powerful people in the Zixiao Palace, but also made the powerful people stunned and a little confused.

These two are also the powerhouses of the Da Luo Golden Immortal Series, and because they arrived a little late and didn’t get a position, they cried loudly, and they didn’t pay attention to their faces at all, which was unimaginable!

The mighty people looked carefully, but what was crying was a middle-aged Taoist man wearing a green yellow robe and a fat body, and it seemed to everyone that this middle-aged Daoist also wiped his tears, and he was really crying.

For a while, everyone was a little speechless.

In a blink of an eye, looking at the side of the fat man, there was a thin old man, the old man was sallow, his face was full of suffering, tall and thin, like a person who had been hungry for a long time.

Just looking at him, I felt that his person was a little miserable.

The fat avenue man cried bitterly, and the thin old man did not stop it, but intentionally or unintentionally looked at the front six futons, sighed, and actually hugged the fat avenue man and cried, “Junior brother, this is your life, what can I do?” You and I have been born hard, finally cultivated this cultivation, have the opportunity to listen to the saints, hope to gain some insight, go back so that Western sentient beings have more opportunities to practice, who ever thought that you and I are still one step late, I wait to go back, how to face Western sentient beings…”

Not to mention the power in the Zixiao Palace, even when Donghua saw this scene in front of him at this time, he couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

He naturally knew that the fat person was Zhun Ti, and the thin old man was the guide.

But even if he had some understanding of the two saints of the West, he still couldn’t help but feel a little helpless.

These two really demonstrated the four words of no skin to the extreme, and their acting skills are superb and can be called the Hong Barren actor.

Before everyone could react from the performance of the two, Zhun Ti in the midst of the cry suddenly said: “If only any Taoist friend sitting in front was willing to give up a position, if my brothers and two could listen to the preaching of the Hongjun saint up close, I think I could learn more knowledge, and not disappoint the Western beings, but unfortunately the saint preached, who is willing to give up the position for the Western sentient beings, senior brother, you and I are really miserable…”

Seeing this, Donghua was about to speak, but he sensed that Red Cloud seemed to be about to get up, and immediately used his mana to quietly suppress Red Cloud on the futon, and made him unable to speak.

Hong Yundu couldn’t move for a while, and his face was flushed directly.

Donghua’s side did not look at Hongyun, smiled slightly, got up and said to Zhen Yuanzi: “Brother Zhen Yuanzi, I see that these two Daoists are indeed in a hard time, and they came to Zixiao Palace from far away to listen to the sermon, and they are also very sincere.” It’s really rare to even think of Western beings, it’s better if you give up your position to them, Brother Dao is also a person in the Western Realm, just borrow a good cause. ”

When Zhen Yuanzi heard this, he was a little puzzled for the first time, he could see that the Western Second Saint seemed to have some traces of performance, and he didn’t understand why Donghua let himself give up his seat, but his thoughts moved, thinking of Donghua’s eyes before, he knew that Donghua should have calculated something, and there had been arrangements for a long time.

Before Donghua could even ‘calculate’ the sanctification of Hongjun, Zhen Yuanzi could be said to have great trust in Donghua’s ability.

So without the slightest hesitation, he decisively got up and said: “Those two Daoists from the West, come and sit with me, Poor Dao Town Yuanzi is also a person from the Flood Wilderness West, it is rare for the two of them to think so much about Western beings, Zhen Yuanzi is humiliated, and is willing to give up his position to the two.” ”

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