Emperor Jiang glanced at Kun Peng.
He looked at Houtu and said softly,"Sister, sit."”
Houtu was about to sit on the fourth futon.
but
"Buzz!"
An inexplicable force still prevented Houtu from sitting on the futon.
"F * ck!"
Sky Shaman cursed and sent a message to Houtu and the other Ancestors of Sorcery,"
"Mother, Sixth Aunt, Uncles, activate the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation!”
Sky Shaman was truly enraged!
He had to sit on the praying mat!
Hongjun, didn't you want to stop him?
Come!
Let's try it head-on!
Sky Shaman knew.
At present, even if the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery activated the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation, they could only fight Hongjun head-on. It was impossible to defeat Hongjun.
However, Heaven Shaman wanted the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to fight head-on!
What kind of tribulation was the Primordial World in now?
The Lich's Cultivation Tribulation was about to begin.
The Sorcerer Tribe was one of the leading characters of the world!
It was true that Hongjun was a Saint. He could use the power of the Heavenly Dao Origin to suppress the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
But try to suppress it?
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery would definitely fight Hongjun to the death if he bullied Heaven Sorcerer!
If anything happened to the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, would the Witchcraft and Demon Cultivation Tribulation happen?
Bullsh * t!
Let the demons play with their hammers!
Do you, Hongjun, dare to bear this huge karma?
At this moment.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were also furious!
Witch Tribe, Witch Sky (Lawless).
Hongjun Zuo stopped him again and again. What did he mean?
Making things difficult for a pregnant woman?
Why don't you take a look at who this pregnant woman is!
The Eleventh Ancestor of Sorcery's favorite little sister!
His little sister was pregnant with the most beloved nephew of the Eleventh Ancestor of Sorcery.
The sky of the Sorcerer Tribe!
However, just as the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were about to take out twelve drops of blood essence to activate the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation...
"Buzz."
A buzz sounded.
The power that stopped Houtu disappeared.
Houtu sat next to Nuwa on the fifth praying mat.
"Buzz!"
At the same time, there was another buzz.
A praying mat descended from the sky.
The seventh praying mat!
However, the Kun Peng still did not move.
Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi did not dare to move.
Until…
Houtu sat on the fifth futon, and the 11 Ancestors of Sorcery withdrew their nomological supernatural powers. He chose to sit in the second row behind Houtu and protect her.
He did not even look at the sixth and seventh praying mats.
At this moment.
The Kun Peng finally dared to move.
He sat on the sixth praying mat as he wished.
And the funniest thing was…
Kun Peng consciously pulled the sixth praying mat away.
He was a distance away from Houtu.
This scene appeared.
"Humph!"
Primordial Origin looked at Kun Peng disdainfully.
"Humph!" he snorted coldly.”
At this moment, Primordial Origin was already filled with anger.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery attacked in the Purple Cloud Palace, and the Origin was very dissatisfied.
However, he did not dare to berate the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
The Primordial Origin of the Kun Peng was not so good-tempered.
Kun Peng was merely a Demon Emperor of the Northern Underworld Ocean, so the Origin didn't care about him at all.
Hearing Primordial Origin's mockery.
Kun Peng's face turned cold.
But then, he pretended not to hear her.
He could not afford to offend the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Similarly, they could not afford to offend the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain!
He could only swallow his anger and console himself."Just you wait. When I vindicate my Dao and become a Saint, I'll find you one by one to settle the karma!”
At this point.
Kun Peng sat on the sixth praying mat.
"Old friend, take a seat."
The seventh praying mat descended, but Hongyun did not choose to sit on it.
Instead, he let Zhen Yuan Zi sit.
"Old friend, this is your opportunity.”
Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were indeed good friends in Untainted Land.
The two of them gave in to each other modestly.
In the end, Zhenyuanzi pressed Hongyun on the seventh futon.
Sky Shaman watched the seventh praying mat descend from his stomach.
Seeing Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun giving way to each other, Hongyun finally sat on the futon.
She laughed in her heart, Everything is destined.”
The Purple Cloud Palace only had six prayer mats at the beginning.
Why did Hongjun suddenly descend again?
Sky Shaman knew it all too well!
Sitting on the futon without the Primordial Purple Qi, one would still not be able to vindicate the Dao and become a Saint.
The small situation could be changed, but the big situation would not change!
Therefore, the number of praying mats was a small matter, while the Heavenly Dao Sage Position was a big matter!
In Tian Wu's opinion, perhaps there were seven futons that represented the Sage Seat.
After all, there were a total of seven Primordial Purple Qi!
As for Hongyun and Kunpeng, they were destined to sit on the praying mat temporarily.
Soon after.
One after another, the creatures of the Primordial World arrived.
Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi arrived.
When they saw the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi looked at each other in surprise.
Obviously, they did not expect the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery to come.
However, he was only surprised and did not provoke the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
He was dressed in a black robe.
Yin Qi covered his entire body.
It was Ancestor Netherworld River of the Netherworld Blood Sea.
A man and a woman.
They were the Eastern Duke and the Western Matriarch of the West Kunlun.
Daoist Kumu, Daoist Dipamkara, and other living beings of the Southern Sea.
Soon, more than 2,000 Purple Cloud guests gathered in the Purple Cloud Palace.
Without exception.
All of them were Xiantian lifeforms.
Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!
If one was not a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, they were destined to not be able to come to the Purple Cloud Palace.
Sky Shaman glanced at the Purple Firmament guests present.
No more, no less.
2998.
He got this number.
Wu Tian's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment.
Two figures entered the Purple Cloud Palace.
It was Zhunti who had come from the far west.
He led Zhunti into the Purple Cloud Palace.
The immortal door of the Purple Cloud Palace slowly closed.
A total of 3,000 purple cloud guests.
It catered to the Three Thousand Great Dao.
Three thousand meant that the Great Dao was endless!
"Mother, Sixth Aunt, Uncles, prepare to watch the show.”
Sky Shaman smiled and sent a voice transmission to the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Houtu was puzzled and was about to ask.
Jieyin hugged Zhunti and wailed,""Junior Brother, our lives are so bitter!”
Zhunti was even more outrageous.
His snot was all over the place.
She turned around and hugged Jieyin, crying,""Senior Brother, we came from the distant west, but we were too late. There's no place for us!”
"Junior Brother! The billions of living beings in the west are still waiting for us to go back and spread our teachings. Now that the seats are full, how can we explain to the billions of living beings in the west who are waiting for us!”
Zhunti continued to wail.”
"Junior Brother, let's go together!"
The wails echoed throughout the entire Purple Cloud Palace.
Jie Yin and Zhunti were really in tears.
The listeners were heartbroken!
The audience couldn't bear to look at it!
At this moment.
A figure stood up resolutely.
"Fellow Daoists, please wait!"
It was the good old man Hong Yun.
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