Experts from all over the world came one after another.
The experts who crossed the void, led by Dugu Baitian and Li Qiye, joined forces to open the boundary membrane of the Primordial World and entered the Primordial World.
As soon as they entered the Wilderness, Dugu Baitian and Li Qiye shouted,""Old bastard! Come out and die!“
Regardless of whether he could win or not, his aura had to be sufficient!
As Dugu Baitian and Li Qiye shouted, the cultivators who were sent over by the Myriad World Video Station also shouted,
"Old bastard! Come out and die!“
Although their cultivation was not strong, their voices were definitely loud and clear.
It resounded throughout the entire Wilderness.
Instantly, everyone calmed down.
They were not here to find trouble with him or to kill living beings.
Emperor Jun and Taiyi stayed in the dojo, finally relieved of their worries.
He thought that these experts of the myriad worlds had come to the Primordial World to kill the demons.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were the same. They were all smiling. It was good that it had nothing to do with the Sorcerer Tribe.
Now, all the worlds in the Untainted Land were laughing and staying in their respective cave abodes.
He laughed as he watched the experts of the myriad worlds fight with Hongjun.
"Big Brother, Second Brother, do you think that side will win?”
In West Kunlun, Tongtian looked at Primordial Heaven Supreme and Laozi curiously.
A similar problem arose in West Kunlun.
"Sister Matriarch of the West, do you think the experts from the myriad worlds will be able to defeat Dao Ancestor Hongjun?”
The group of female immortals knew that those experts were not here for the creatures of the Untainted Land, so they regained their usual liveliness.
He asked with a smile as he surrounded the Queen Mother of the West.
At the same time, in Wuzhuang Taoist Temple, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were also betting.
"I think Hongjun will suffer a huge loss this time.”
Hong Yun said slowly while sipping her tea.
Without thinking, Zhenyuanzi said casually,"
"How is that possible? Although we don't like Hongjun, he's still a Saint.“
Those below the Saint Realm were all ants.
If one couldn't become a Saint, even if they were infinitely close to becoming a Saint, they would still be ants and couldn't be eternal.
To a Saint, it would be a piece of cake.
It was useless no matter how many there were. There was no qualitative change caused by quantitative change between saints and non-saints.
Even Li Qiye, who was below Dao Ancestor Hongjun, was close to a Saint, but he was not.
Unless he could break through in the face of battle, he was ultimately just an ant to Saint Hongjun.
"Alright, let's make a bet. If Hongjun suffers a loss, you can give me another Ginseng Fruit.”
Hongyun said confidently. Zhenyuanzi glanced at Hongyun and said,""What if you lose?“
"Then I'll eat one less."
Zhenyuanzi rolled his eyes.
West Kunlun and East Kunlun had the same opinion.
Those below the Saint Realm were all ants.
"These ants are not strong, but their words are not small!”
Hongjun was so angry that his beard was crooked. Zhunti and Jieyin were shocked to the door by Hongjun's sudden burst of vital force.
The might of a Saint was so terrifying!
"The two of you, bring your master to meet this group of people. If you do well, the west will benefit. If you don't go, then there's no place in the world where you can survive!”
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze was like lightning, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.
The terrifying pressure of a saint seemed to have condensed into a material substance, like a knife pointing at his throat.
Zhunti and Jieyin's hearts were filled with a strong sense of death. They knew that if they dared to say no, they would die immediately!
The two of them hurriedly nodded in agreement. They might not die if they went, but if they did not go, they would definitely die!
Seeing the two of them nod in agreement, Patriarch Hongjun's expression improved slightly.
Just as Jieyin and Zhunti were about to leave, Hongjun's expression suddenly changed!
Those people from the myriad worlds had actually arrived outside the Purple Cloud Palace!
They knocked on the door and shouted in unison,"Old man Hongjun, you're so cunning! We know you're here! If you have the ability to harm the common people, then open the door if you have the ability!“
Hundreds of thousands of people roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Zhunti and Jieyin were both shocked. Hongjun's face changed greatly, turning red with anger.
However, he was indeed the number one cunning old man in the Primordial World. He forcefully endured it!
He endured it!
He was used to scheming against others, so he would subconsciously scheme in his heart when he saw something.
Moreover, this matter was actually so strange?
A video posted by a mysterious person exposed a conspiracy that he had not planned, and the world was in an uproar.
He directly came to hit him?
There were also some low-level cultivators who came to join in the fun. They couldn't even take a bite, so they used the teleportation array to teleport them over.
All aspects revealed strangeness. Hongjun deduced for a long time without any results.
Now, he did not dare to act rashly, afraid that he would fall into someone else's trap.
However, the people outside the door did not care so much. They wished they could go in and skin Hongjun alive.
They were afraid that there was an ambush inside, so they shouted outside the door.
"Hongjun, you bastard, your death is not worth regretting!"
"Little cricket, do you dare to agree when I call you?”
"Thief, why didn't you reply when your grandfather called you?”
"Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of small crickets swam past. Come quickly and count, two, four, six, seven, eight!”
Although those small cultivators weren't strong, many of them had already become Saints.
As long as Hongjun did not open the door, they would curse outside the door for a day.
At the same time, Wanjie Video also recorded the scene and broadcasted it live!
The people of the myriad worlds all admired their eloquence.
"Old bastard Hongjun, why are you shrinking your head? Quickly stretch out your little head and let me chop it twice!”
"My son, Hongjun, come out quickly and see how fat your father is.”
A cultivator imitated An Lan, holding a fat cricket in his hand and shouting.
Another cultivator immediately imitated and borrowed a cricket from another cultivator.
He placed one on his hand and the other on his back and said in a clear voice,
"Even if I rely on Hongjun's father and carry Hongjun's ancestor, I'm still invincible in the world!“
Instantly, the front of the Purple Cloud Palace was like a wet market. It was extremely lively and did not have the slightest dignified aura.
When Hongjun heard these dirty words, he was so angry that his beard was trembling.
The pressure was like a mountain, forcing Jieyin and Zhunti to kneel on the ground.""Hurry up and talk back!“
Hearing the Dao Ancestor's instructions, the two brothers exchanged glances and shouted in their hearts,"
"I'm so bitter!“
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