'Who else? Tell me, who else? My heavenly marriage is more stylish than the legends!'
Emperor Jun looked at the old man who walked in and Haotian and Yaochi who were dressed as Taoist children behind him.
This was the first time the two of them had truly met.
Emperor Jun felt that Hongjun was just like an ordinary old man, with no will of the Way and restrained power.
Emperor Jun gave Hongjun the feeling that his sharpness was restrained and his will was abundant. The Great Way of Fire on his body seemed to be real and integrated into his body.
What made Hongjun even more surprised was that the Great Way of Fire around Emperor Jun seemed to be superior to the myriad Dao of the universe in Untainted Land.
Man is Tao, and Tao is man.
" Have I reached such a realm? Even if the three corpses were cut, they would not be able to fuse and resist!'
Hongjun had tried his best to overestimate Emperor Jun, but he still underestimated him when he saw him.
For some reason, Hongjun was actually a little jealous.
Emperor Jun was born much later than him, a Chaos Fiend God, but he was almost catching up with him.
" Thank you for coming, Great Immortal," Emperor Jun said casually." Please take a seat…!"”
"Little friend, sorry for disturbing you!"
Hongjun nodded with a smile and followed him into the hall.
From the beginning to the end, Emperor Jun never looked at Haotian or Yaochi.
Haotian watched Dijun leave with a complicated expression.
'Is he really that strong? Why can't I tell?
Haotian didn't react until Yaochi pulled his Taoist robe quietly. He quickly followed Hongjun.
Emperor Jun walked out of the main hall and looked at the Red Bridge. His subordinates had already changed into their best attire.
Fire dragons pulled the divine chariot and stopped on the red bridge.
Emperor Jun stepped onto the dragon carriage at the front. The Nine-clawed Heavenly Fire Dragon roared and turned into a sun, flying toward the Lunar Star.
……
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery weren't good at riding on clouds and mist, so they had arrived late.
Looking at Dijun's carriage from afar, Zhurong had never seen such a spectacular team.
He looked at Dijun, who was a little boy with a restrained aura, and couldn't help but mutter,"
"Is this Dijun? That's all!"
Emperor Jun was very sensitive and he glanced over coldly.
He glanced at the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery who had manifested the Pangu Body of Dao in the void.
'Hmph! What a foul mouth! If it wasn't for today's wedding day, you'd be in for it!'
Dijun slowly withdrew his gaze.
Zhurong looked down on Dijun even more. Without waiting for Emperor Jiang to stop it, Zhurong stared back at Dijun arrogantly.
Emperor Jun snorted and swept his sleeve. A golden lotus condensed from the Great Sun Golden Flame appeared.
"You Ancestral Magi have been cultivating for so many years, but are your temperaments so unbearable?”
Dijun's voice was heard.
When the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery saw the golden lotus floating over and sensed the power of the Great Dao within it, their expressions changed drastically.
The Candle Dragon opened his eyes and the river of time surged. Time overlapped, reversed, and became chaotic.
However, it was as if the golden lotus had never existed. It floated unwaveringly.
Seeing this, the Ancestor of Sorcery of the Ice Rain, Xuan Ming, spat out a mouthful of cold air. The cold air turned into the Nine Heavens Xuanming Qi, freezing time and space.
The golden lotus bloomed slightly, and the Xuanming Qi of the Nine Heavens melted silently.
The Space Ancestral Wizard Di Jiang grabbed space and overlapped endless spacetime, stretching the distance between him and the golden lotus.
The Ancestor of Poison, Wubi Shi, released the Poison of Fate, which could melt time and space.
In the end, just like Xuan Ming, he disappeared silently under the golden lotus.
The ancestor of wood is Goumang, the ancestor of thunder is Qiangliang, the ancestor of metal is Rushou, the ancestor of earth is Houtu, and the ancestor of lightning is Xizi.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery attacked at the same time. The mighty power that erupted in an instant shook the surrounding spacetime and spread to the heavens.
Dijun did not even turn his head.
This was the Godfire he had painstakingly nurtured for countless years. How could it be so easy to deal with?
"I don't believe that I can't take down a small divine flame…!”
Zhurong roared angrily and revealed its true form. It grabbed Hong Huang's Great Dao of Fire and smashed it at the small golden lotus.
The golden lotus exploded, and endless golden flames engulfed Zhurong.
Zhurong disappeared into the golden flames. Even the other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery could not see through it.
Goumang, the Ancestor of Wood, sensed Zhurong's changes through a wisp of Zhurong's aura in his body and said cautiously,
"Eldest Brother, it seems that Dijun only wants to teach Zhurong a lesson. His life is not in danger!”
Hearing this, the other ten Ancestors of Sorcery heaved a sigh of relief.
If Zhurong was really in danger, they would save Zhurong even if they had to lose face.
Rushou said with lingering fear,"
"Although we didn't have time to use our full strength in that attack, this Dijun…is really terrifying!”
Emperor Jiang's expression turned ugly."
"This matter can be taken as a lesson for Zhurong, lest he doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth and causes trouble all day.”
Although he said that, Emperor Jiang and the others realized that if they really attacked, they might not be able to deal with it easily.
Once they exposed their full strength and still could not take down the divine fire, they would lose all face.
The Golden Lotus Divine Fire was too strange. They each controlled a Great Dao in the Wilderness, but they were unable to shake the Divine Fire.
……
"Using one fire to resist ten thousand fires, using one Dao to rule over ten thousand Daos, this is using strength to prove Dao!”
Emperor Jun used the golden flame of the Great Sun to control the fire of all gods, and then used the fire to carry the Tao, and used the fire to control the Tao.
For this reason, Emperor Jun used his body as a fire cauldron to absorb countless divine flames to nurture the new seeds of divine flames.
"Whether it's Zhurong or the other Ancestors of Sorcery, they don't have an Essence Soul. They grasp the Great Dao, but they can't surpass it.”
"Such a crude way of controlling it, if it wasn't for the undying body, it wouldn't be so…!”
Dijun sensed the Golden Sun Flame. Zhurong was struggling inside, but it seemed to be trapped.
The terrifying divine fire burned into his flesh and blood, and the pain of his body burning was everywhere.
Zhurong hadn't had such an experience in a long time. It was so painful that it wanted to die, but it couldn't.
"Are you convinced?"
Dijun's indifferent voice entered Zhurong's consciousness.
"I'm not convinced!"
Zhurong was furious, but no matter how much it struggled, it was as if it was in an endless world of flames and could not leave.
Hong Huang's Great Dao of Fire was clearly in his grasp, but he was unable to use his Great Dao of Fire to break through this terrifying Great Solar Golden Flame.
"Then I'll burn your Yiyuan Hui…!"
Within the Great Solar Golden Flame, time sped up. One second was a hundred years, then a thousand years.
Dijun watched as Zhurong's body was destroyed and reborn repeatedly.
The divine power of the immortal body became Zhurong's nightmare.
"Are you convinced?"
After a long time for Zhurong, Dijun's voice sounded again.
"…I'm…convinced!"
Zhurong's will dissipated and it no longer dared to be stubborn.
Yiyuanhui, 1.3 billion years.
"If you have a foul mouth again, I'll take your life!”
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