novelapdf Chapter 165 The Battle of the True Saint's Futon
Chapter 165 The Battle of the True Saint's Futon
The Heavenly Emperor has not fallen; he has now transformed into the Heavenly Emperor and the Golden Mother. The heroes are amazed by the profound methods of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who managed to deceive the Ancestral Dragon and Rahu!
With the gates of Zixiao Palace closed, it was easy for Haotian and Jinmu to maintain order, and the anticipated competition did not exist.
Kunpeng waited quietly, its true form having already left with the Demon Master Palace, hiding in the chaos. This was the best time to escape the primordial world.
Haotian strode forward with a powerful stride and said in a loud voice, "The opportunity lies in Zixiao Palace. We cultivators should strive to be the first and not waste the Dao Ancestor's good intentions."
silence
silence
The seven powerful beings of the Primordial Chaos Realm stared at each other. Even the Xuanhuang Ancestor, who was at the late stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm, dared not make a move, as if there were raging floods and ferocious beasts inside the Zixiao Palace.
Ninety-nine percent of the Grand Luo experts looked at Demon Master Kunpeng, and even the fastest ones didn't compete, clearly suspecting something was wrong.
deadlock
The Ancestral Witch Gonggong retorted, "Hmph, with so many powerful figures gathered at Zixiao Palace, there's no way there can be any danger."
After speaking
Just as Gonggong, the Water God, was about to push open the door and enter, Haotian and Jinmu sighed softly, finally a powerful figure dared to take action!
The reputation of Dao Ancestor Hongjun is much better than that of Demon Ancestor Luohou, so why is he not trusted today? Perhaps he needs a villain to set him off?
a moment
Houtu pulled back the water god Gonggong, and Xuanming also stopped his sister from acting, since the situation was still unclear and they needed to wait.
Under normal circumstances, one can be reckless, since breaking through all laws with force is the proper way, but one cannot trespass on the Daoist Temple of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Dijiang immobilized Gonggong, and the eldest Ancestral Witch chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, why don't you go ahead first? After all, we're all used to it."
Facing numerous gazes, Kunpeng calmly said, "With a Quasi-Saint senior here, and the Three Pure Ones, disciples personally taught by Hongjun, by our side, how can it be our turn to go in first?"
Nuwa smiled radiantly and said, "Please, seniors. Brother Sanqing, may you lead the way?"
"We dare not accept such praise as seniors. In any case, Hongjun will not allow us to enter first. The Three Pure Ones should go in first; you have great merit and can survive this tribulation."
"As members of Zixiao Palace, there's no distinction between direct descendants and indirect descendants; it doesn't matter who gets in first..."
One time
The scene in front of the Zixiao Palace was incredibly harmonious, with brothers and sisters showing great affection and warmly inviting others to go in first.
Xuandu was puzzled, Guangchengzi was confused, and Duobao couldn't understand the situation either.
The position of True Saint is right before their eyes, so why are they not vying for it, but instead showing humility and deference? The three disciples of the Three Religions are well aware of the prevailing customs in the prehistoric world.
Something's strange, something's not right...
suddenly
With a creak, the gates of Zixiao Palace opened, and the profound mysteries of Yin and Yang, life and death spread from the two doors.
The chaotic energy surged, and the interior of Zixiao Palace was a vast world, with the sun, moon, and stars transforming into a galaxy that hung high above.
The dragon pillars and phoenix pillars shone brightly.
The seven prayer cushions suspended in the air shone brighter than the sun, moon, and stars, and purple energy stretched for billions of miles, intertwining with the laws of the Great Dao, instantly filling the crowd with joy and excitement.
shhhhhh
The seven powerful beings of the Primordial Chaos realm rushed towards Zixiao Palace, followed by the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and others.
Kunpeng walked slowly, and Randeng rushed in only to be beaten out again. After this happened three times, he obediently followed behind the demon master.
"Alas, how bitter it is."
Such a great opportunity is right in front of us, yet we can only look at it but not obtain it?
The Daoist Ancestor promised me years ago that I could become the progenitor, but now it seems he was just fooling me!
Haotian looked at Randeng, and even the heavens could not have foreseen what kind of ancestor Randeng could become.
Jinmu was also puzzled. How could Daozu dare to say anything and use any means necessary to unite forces?
Kunpeng smiled without saying a word, watching a group of powerful figures vying for the futon without being tempted. He knew that such a great opportunity offered to him would come at a terrible price.
Xuanhuang occupied a futon, surrounded by purple aura like a sage, but was immediately overturned and fell.
At the same time, one by one, the quasi-saints were overturned by their prayer mats and could not sit still, which was clearly not their opportunity.
The seven prayer mats kept flying away, and no amount of magic could stop them. Most of the three thousand mortals tried to sit on them.
The Quasi-Saint of Hunyuan was overturned by the futon, and those below the Great Luo level were sent flying. Only the Great Luo level was able to maintain their position and gain consensus.
The twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to occupy a futon, with Houtu sitting upright on it, and no one could compete with her.
Taiyi, Dijun, Xihe, and others occupy one.
Nuwa, Fuxi, and others occupy one, Zhen Yuanzi and Styx occupy another, and the remaining ones are still in a tug-of-war.
Haotian and the Golden Mother wanted to close the door.
Seeing this, Kunpeng joked, "Wait a minute, there are still fellow Daoists who haven't arrived yet."
The Golden Mother hesitated, then said, "Once the time is up, no one will wait. Who has the right to make the Dao Ancestor wait? Besides, the three thousand mortal guests have already gathered, and they lack nothing!"
"You vile creature, how dare you be worthy of being a sacred meditation cushion?"
Innate Dragon Son
The day after tomorrow, the dragon son
The eighteen Great Luo Immortals of the Dragon Clan occupied one position, but were surrounded and attacked in the blink of an eye. Even the sacred beast Azure Dragon was destroyed.
Given the precedent set by the First Emperor, no one wanted the Dragon Clan to have another Heavenly Saint, thus becoming an enemy of the prehistoric world.
When the chaotic battle broke out, several avatars of the Mortal Realm Guest exploded and perished, unable to withstand the aftershocks of the battle and were eliminated.
Zhulong arrived late, and the one-eyed Dragon Ancestor sighed, "Alas, the dragon race has given up on the struggle for supremacy. You should all lie low!"
The eighteen dragon emperors had no choice but to follow their uncle and give up competing for the prayer mat. Now, only this elder remained.
Kunpeng stood in the corner without moving, when a futon flew over and hovered behind him.
A group of powerful figures attacked Kunpeng, and the Demon Master fled without hesitation, but the futon followed him like a shadow.
A group of powerful figures attacked Kunpeng, and the Demon Master fled without hesitation, but the futon followed him like a shadow.
The competition among the Red Dust Guest was fierce, so the Kunpeng didn't want him.
The powerful figures who had settled into their positions exchanged glances and stood up almost simultaneously, their prayer mats still in place.
The Supreme Lord of Morality brandished his scepter, the Primordial Lord of Heaven held a Ruyi scepter, and the Lord of Spiritual Treasure wielded his sword to slash.
Nuwa activated the Five Elements Spirit Pearls to block the prayer mat, but she was unable to break free of the connection!
The Azure Emperor Fuxi tried to pull on the prayer mat, and the disciples of the three religions joined forces to entangle it, but to no avail.
Hongyun exclaimed in terror, "Get out of here!"
Zhen Yuanzi grumbled, "There's no immediate danger, but since neither the Three Pure Ones nor Nuwa want them, there must be something wrong!"
Houtu's face turned ugly as she said, "Brothers and sisters, united, I don't believe we can't break free from these constraints."
then
The ancestral witch Pangu appeared, his axe knocking away the prayer mat, barely managing to break free from the entanglement.
The Three Pure Ones originally intended to unite, but the three prayer cushions separated their auras, causing the three Heavenly Venerables to be filled with shock and anger.
The members of Zixiao Palace have given up the competition, and Kong Xuan and other younger members have all seen that there is a big problem; this futon cannot be used.
Kunpeng temporarily gave up struggling. He sat on the last futon, with red clouds in front of him.
The seven prayer cushions are arranged in order, with six cushions arranged in a vertical line and one cushion suspended high above.
Hongjun's figure appeared mysteriously, surrounded by chaotic energy, with the Jade Disc of Creation floating in his palm. The Dao Ancestor remained silent, simply gazing at the assembled heroes.
suddenly
When Jieyin and Zhunti arrived at Zixiao Palace, the fellow disciples, travel-worn, closed the door and sighed deeply.
"The Daoist Ancestor's Compassion"
"My senior brother has come devoutly to listen to the teachings; please grant him a seat!"
"Since the Dao Ancestor has tacitly approved, then we thank him greatly. Who would be willing to offer their prayer mat? This is a great favor, and my senior brother is willing to bear all the consequences!"
The Three Pure Ones happily agreed.
Nuwa warmly offered her seat
Hongyun was speechless, Kunpeng seemed to be deep in thought, and Jieyin and Zhunti, the fellow disciples, walked over with smiles.
When fellow disciples passed by
Kunpeng exerted its full power, and Hongyun received assistance, gaining temporary freedom. Soon after, the Demon Master also gained freedom.
"Since Fellow Daoist Hongyun is so righteous and compassionate, how can I, the Demon Master, lag behind? Please, fellow Daoists."
Hongyun exclaimed in shock, "No, I didn't, I..."
The two prayer cushions seemed to be firmly rooted and impossible to shake off. Jieyin and Zhunti exclaimed in astonishment, "Ah, this, Dao Ancestor, you..."
(End of this chapter)