The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

As for Fuxi and the Twelve Ancestors, they all understood that Qin Xuan must have his reasons for doing so, and he followed Qin Xuan and did not compete for the last two futons.

Seeing that the group of Martial Dao Master only occupied the fourth futon, the other great masters immediately flew to snatch the last two futons.

It's just that the fifth and sixth futons are still being fought over.

The occupant of the fifth futon is the ancestor of Kunpeng.

There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun, and it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. The ancestor of Kunpeng is the first Kunpeng in the prehistoric world.

His body is several thousand feet tall, and although his realm is not as quasi-sacred as the Taoist Sanqing and Nuwa, he is already a Golden Immortal, and he can fly millions of miles by flapping his wings. It is absolutely impossible to occupy the fifth futon from his hands.

And the occupant of the last futon was as expected by Qin Xuan, the well-known "good man" Ancestor Hongyun in the prehistoric world.

The ancestors of Hongyun, like the ancestors of Kunpeng, were both innate souls born in the great wilderness. It was the first red cloud that rose from the rising sun after Pangu supported the heaven and earth to transform into all things, and thus obtained the cloud-riding technique.

Although it is not as powerful as Kunpeng's ancestor's movement speed, it is one of the best in the wild.

Although Patriarch Hongyun and Patriarch Kunpeng only have the realm of Daluo Jinxian, as long as they use their movement skills, I am afraid that even the quasi-sage cannot catch up with the speed of the other two.

Seeing that the six futons in the front have their own masters, the other powerful people can only helplessly shake their heads and sigh, and no longer fight.

Qin Xuan looked at Ancestor Hongyun who was sitting on the last futon, and looked at the always amiable old man smiling on the other side's face, but shook his head and said softly:

"This is the first good person in the prehistoric wilderness, don't be kindhearted for a while..."

In the prehistoric history that Qin Xuan knew, Ancestor Hongyun finally did a wrong deed because of his kindness, not only lost the opportunity he should have had, but even lost his life.

Seeing that Ancestor Hongyun, who was called the first good man by the prehistoric creatures, kept smiling and approaching him, Ancestor Kunpeng, who was sitting on the fifth futon, had a gloomy expression on his face.

"Good, those who have the opportunity of the six realms can become saints."

Qin Xuan looked at each of the six futons with a powerful person, clapped his hands, raised his head and laughed.

As soon as these words came out, not only the people who occupied the six futons were a little surprised, but the powerful ones who gave up the fight for the futon were even more stunned.

Since the words came from the mouth of the master of martial arts, there should be no falsehood, and the six-way futon turned out to be an opportunity to become a saint.

The great powers who realized that they had lost the great opportunity at their fingertips suddenly felt regretful, and what was more, looked at the six great powers on the six futons with very bad eyes, but then lowered their heads in frustration.

It is too difficult to win the opportunity from those six people.

"Brother, Emperor Xuan..."

Nuwa suddenly felt that it was unreasonable for her to occupy this opportunity of sanctification. She wanted to stand up from the futon, but was pressed down again by Qin Xuan:

"Your mission is comparable to Pangu's pioneering of the great wasteland. This part is determined by your destiny. Fuxi and the Twelve Ancestors are guided by this emperor, and the day of sanctification will not be too late."

"Don't worry, even if my brother is sitting in another position, he can understand the law and become a saint."

Fuxi also smiled, he and the Twelve Ancestors had their own confidence.With Qin Xuan's guidance, if only this opportunity can be sanctified, it would be too much to lose his prestige. .

Chapter five hundred and seventy-third two dramas from the west

Now the six futons have been occupied by the powerful people with luck, just when the other powerful people thought that the three thousand people had gathered and the ancestor Hongjun was about to show up, the outside Zixiao Palace was rushing recklessly. Two Taoists came in.

The gray Taoist robes worn by the two Taoists were stained with a layer of dust because they were on the road, and they had been patched several times.

After rushing into the Zixiao Palace recklessly, he even bumped into several other powerful people, which attracted very dissatisfied eyes from several powerful people.

These two Daoists, who looked down and out, were the Daoist Receivers and the Daoist Zhunti brothers who came to the Zixiao Palace from the west to seek the Dao on purpose.

Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti rushed into Zixiao Palace so recklessly, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone in Zixiao Palace.

When Qin Xuan saw that the latecomers were the Daoist Daoists from the West and the Daoist Zhunti, his brows frowned imperceptibly.

"Fate for a few days..."

Qin Xuan shook his head and sighed, then turned to look at Ancestor Hongyun sitting on the last futon.

Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti hurried into the Zixiao Palace. They first glanced nervously in the Zixiao Palace. When they saw that there was an almighty sitting on all the six futons in front of them. , there were tears on their faces.

"Senior brother, what can we do? We came all the way to Zixiao Palace, just to ask the ancestor Hongjun to get closer, but we haven't even caught up with the seats."

The Daoist Zhunti raised his head and cried loudly.

The miserable cry almost didn't make the other powerful people in the Zixiao Palace break out in a cold sweat.

"The West is barren. My brothers and sisters have tried their best to rush to the Zixiao Palace, hoping to find the Dao from the ancestors of Hongjun and save the Western beings from the fire and water. Right now, there is no way to do it. ."

As the Taoist Zhunti spoke, he squeezed out a few tears from the corners of his eyes, and stretched out some dirty Taoist robe sleeves to wipe it.

After wiping away his tears, Daoist Zhunti continued to cry again.

Daoist Receiver also cried along with Daoist Zhunti, but compared to Daoist Zhunti, his junior brother, Daoist Receiver had no time to cry, but he didn't squeeze out a single tear for a long time.

The cries of the two echoed in the Zixiao Palace, making all the powerful people feel restless.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Fuxi Nuwa and other great masters who followed Qin Xuan looked at the two Western Taoists who were crying and making trouble in the Zixiao Palace, and couldn't help but laugh a little.

"There are three thousand great experts present, even if there are only six seats, doesn't it mean that other people are not waiting to seek Taoism in Zixiao Palace?"

"Where are you listening? You are really two actors."

No one of the powerful people who can cultivate to the upper level of the Great Wilderness does not have a pair of vicious eyes. From the moment when the two brothers, the Daoist Jie Yin and the Daoist Zhunti began to cry, it can be seen that these two people are purely trying to compete for the Six Paths. Futon seat.

The Taoist Sanqing, who was sitting at the front of the futon, squinted his eyes and looked at these two embarrassed guys who were still crying and rushing to the ground with disdain.

And the Ancestor Hongyun, who competed for the last futon, had a look of sympathy and grief on his face at this time.