Kunpeng certainly felt Jieyin Zhunti's gaze, but he was not a good person like Hongyun, so he would not give up his seat.
Kun Peng glared at the two of them hatefully. He simply turned his head away and pretended not to see them.
"Humph! You're just a mere Kun Peng. What face do you have to sit with us?”
Jie Yin took the lead and shouted angrily.
"Not bad! My senior brother came from afar and is still standing. What right does a little bird like you have to sit here?”
Zhunti said coldly.
The two of them released their auras at the same time and landed on Kun Peng's body. This was already a warning to him that if he did not give up his seat, he would have karma with them.
"Fellow Daoist Kun Peng, the two of them have come from afar. What's the big deal about us giving up our seats?”
Hongyun, who was standing at the side, advised. Since he had given up his seat, he naturally hoped that Kunpeng would give up his seat as well.
"You!"
Hong Yun's words almost made Kun Peng vomit blood.
This Ancestor Red Cloud, it was one thing for him to give up his seat without cherishing the opportunity, but he was actually asking me to give up my seat as well!
"No!"
Kun Peng gritted his teeth and said.
Everyone fell into a deadlock for a moment. All their gazes fell on Kun Peng.
"A wet egg like you is not qualified to sit with us.”
At this moment, Primordial Origin's voice sounded faintly and he looked at Kun Peng with disdain.
The Kun Peng broke out in cold sweat.
He could ignore the words of the Second Monk of the West and Ancestor Red Cloud, but he was not qualified to pretend not to hear the words of the Three Pure Ones.
Primordial Origin, Western Ershi, Ancestor Red Cloud, and several other auras landed on him.
It made the Kun Peng feel cold all over. If he did not give up this seat, then the karma would be too great.
"Give way! Give way! Give way! I'll give it to you!"
Kun Peng couldn't withstand the aura of so many mighty figures. He had no choice but to stand up and give up his seat. At the same time, he glared at Hongyun.
He hated Ancestor Red Cloud more than he hated the Western Second Monk and Primordial Origin.
It was this clueless Hongyun who insisted on being a good person, causing him to lose a huge opportunity for nothing.
If he hadn't given up his seat, Jieyin Zhunti wouldn't have been able to sit.
Kun Peng's eyes were gloomy as he stared at Hongyun. It seemed like he would only stop after he ate Hongyun alive.
In the Purple Cloud Palace, the six futons sat down, and Haotian Boy's voice came from the deepest part.
"Sage Hongjun has arrived!"
The Purple Cloud Palace was suddenly filled with multicolored light, and a strange fragrance assailed their noses.
In the endless vision, two children walked out. The boy on the left held a peach wood sword, and the girl on the right held a horsetail whisk.
Behind the two children, Patriarch Hongjun sat on the auspicious clouds and floated over.
Five-colored light illuminated the heavens, and eight immortal music resounded throughout the world.
Countless golden lamps, golden lotuses, jade ornaments, and pearls fell from the sky like water dripping from the eaves.
A sect of immortals with endless holy scenes.
The moment Hongjun appeared, his deep gaze landed on Zhou Yuan, and his expression was slightly surprised.
Zhou Yuan was shocked. Hongjun was a Saint and would be an existence who would reach the Dao Integration in the future. Could it be that he had discovered something on him?
Fortunately, Hongjun's gaze did not linger on Zhou Yuan for too long. It only took an instant for him to retract his gaze.
"In the future, your seating arrangements will be decided according to this.”
Sitting on the auspicious clouds, Patriarch Hongjun swept his gaze across the Purple Cloud Palace and said slowly.
Everyone naturally did not dare to disobey and hurriedly agreed.
Among them, Jieyin and Zhunti were the happiest. With Hongjun's words, their futon seats were truly stable.
After saying that, Hongjun began to preach.
" There are things mixed together, born before heaven and earth, lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging, Zhou Xing is the beginning, can be the mother of the world..."
"Dao is formless, formless, soundless, and odorless. It is big but has no external, small but has no internal, and accepts the sum of all things…"
When the saint preached, the heavenly flowers fell endlessly, the golden lotuses surged on the ground, and the golden rain fell. A strange fragrance assailed the nose, and endless auspicious qi fell.
Hongjun's preaching was divided into three times, and each time was 3,000 years.
The first lecture was about the Dao of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, which was just right for Zhou Yuan.。
He had just entered the Primordial Immortal realm, and it was simply great to be able to hear Dao Ancestor personally lecture on the Dao of Zenith Heaven.
In addition, his root was the Green Lotus of Creation, which was comparable to the top gods and devils. He did not find Hongjun's preaching obscure at all. Instead, he felt a sense of joy rising from the bottom of his heart.
Boom!
The Heaven, Earth, and Human Flowers bloomed above Zhou Yuan's head, each of them blooming nine grades. They complemented Hongjun's Dao preaching phenomenon and received the true meaning of Dao Ancestor's Dao preaching.
As time passed, the spiritual energy in Zhou Yuan's body increased at a terrifying speed.
He was originally an early-stage Primordial Immortal, but in the first thousand years, he had already reached the mid-stage Primordial Immortal realm.
In the second thousand years, he reached the late-stage Primordial Immortal realm.
In the third thousand years, he even reached the perfected Primordial Immortal realm!
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