Extra (2) The Intrusion of the First World in Past and Present Life

Under Luo Yuqing's divine sense exploration, the general information of the heavens and all worlds was quickly read by him.

Then, his mind locked onto a very familiar world:

At the edge of a vast world.

A magnificent palace floats in the chaos. On the bluestone stele at the entrance of the palace are carved three large characters that exude a mysterious Taoist charm.

Zixiao Palace!

A white-haired old man holding a whisk and wearing a ruyi on his waist sat upright on the main seat in the Zixiao Palace, explaining the great principles to the immortals and gods present.

As the profound Dao sounded out, three thousand golden lotus platforms emerged beside the old man, the avenue roared, and pleasant immortal music echoed from the void.

The immortals present were mesmerized by what they heard and immersed themselves in comprehension.

The only two people who were awake were the woman in white who was stroking the exquisite jade bracelet in her hand on the fourth cushion as if no one was around, and the Taoist priest in black who was sitting at the first seat among the three thousand cushions.

The first one was Nuwa, who for some unknown reason suddenly turned into a human form. As she was reminiscing, a hint of tenderness flashed in her golden eyes, and a smile played on the corners of her mouth.

Despite this, she exudes a cold and aloof aura that keeps strangers away.

The other one is Taoist Kunpeng, who has a small sign with the words "Honghuang 007" hanging on his chest.

He was wearing a black suit, had his hair combed back, wore black crystal sunglasses, and had a special cigar rolled with fairy grass tucked into his breast pocket.

At this moment, he was looking around boredly.

He looked back at the many demon brothers he brought with him, and then looked respectfully at Nuwa on the fourth cushion.

He doesn't seem to be at all restless.

Patriarch Hongjun glanced at the two of them, but he was not angry. He just said calmly and leisurely: "The Great Sage Pangu opened up the chaos and evolved the heaven and earth.

But now the great roads in the prehistoric world are incomplete, there should be fifty of them.

However, the number of heaven's derivatives is forty-nine, and although nine is the extreme number, one is missing.

In this way, only eight saints can be cultivated in the prehistoric world."

Having said this, he paused, waiting for the immortals and gods to come back to their senses.

After a long time.

All the immortals came back to their senses one after another, only the Three Pure Ones were still in the process of understanding.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed and the Three Pure Ones woke up one after another.

Seeing this, Zhunti and Jieyin's eyes rolled around, and they suddenly asked, "Master Daozu, I have a question that I would like you to answer."

"What are you asking?" Hongjun asked doubtfully.

"After reaching Daluo, how can one become a saint?" Zhunti asked anxiously.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of the immortals and gods present trembled slightly, and they looked at Hongjun hopefully.

They benefited greatly from both sermons given by Patriarch Hongjun.

And this method of becoming a saint is an opportunity that makes all the immortals and gods present extremely jealous.

Only the Three Pure Ones sat aside and watched the show.

Tongtian was a straightforward person, and cursed without hesitation: "Zunti, this guy, firstly, relies on playing the victim, and secondly, he is sure that the teacher will not be angry. How shameless!"

Zhunti and Jie Yin looked at the Three Pure Ones whose aura was one with them, and dared not speak out in anger.

Tai Shang and Yuan Shi smiled silently and ate the melon quietly.

Although they also wanted to know how to become a saint, they were not happy with Zhunti's eagerness for quick success and instant benefits.

The shamelessness of these two Western creatures is thicker than the ridge of Mount Buzhou. Among all the immortals and gods, there is no one who does not hate them.

Of course, except for the good guy Hongyun.

Sitting behind the Seven Cushions of Heaven, Kunpeng was completely bored. With his eyelids drooping and his eyes dull, he thought to himself: "What's so good about becoming a saint? It's not like I haven't achieved it before..."

If the master is in a good mood, he can treat me like a saint with just a wave of his hand.

If you are in a bad mood, you can bring back the three corpses you have beheaded.'

As he was thinking, his eyes fell on "Nuwa". After staring at her for a moment, he sighed to himself: "Why is there such a huge gap in treatment between immortals?"

The master's creations number in the hundreds, if not thousands.

Although there are only a few women among them, they are all top-notch masters without exception.

To make a specific comparison, the realm of the Colorful Scale Fairy can also be ranked in the top three.

Her strength is unfathomable, perhaps she is a strong person above the Heavenly Dao level.

But why... did she send me to help her?

At the very least, promote me to the rank of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!

The master is really partial...

Kunpeng suddenly recalled what Su Zimo had said: "There are chaotic spirits called systems that ravage the myriad worlds. They can easily evade the detection of the Heavenly Dao and quietly control the souls of other worlds to possess the beings of the original world.

What's more, even a seriously injured innate spirit can be forcibly possessed...

Cai Lin has gone to the prehistoric world to deal with system matters.

And you have to help her deal with complicated matters, and secretly hinder the development of Western religion. Remember, you must not expose Cai Lin's strength.

Otherwise, those systems wouldn't dare to come.

They are of great use to me.”

His expression changed for a moment: "I am just a small fish in the pond of my master's bamboo house, and I have just reached the perfection of the Golden Immortal, but there is great terror in this world.

Why do you let me enter this horrible world and live in fear all day long?

Owner……

Please come back and save me!

Kunpeng's eyes were dull and his face was full of sorrow.

Patriarch Hongjun took in Kunpeng's expression and thought that he was still feeling disappointed about his giving up the throne a thousand years ago.

He did not say anything to comfort him, after all, Kunpeng was just a monster.

Besides, everything is destined, and this opportunity cannot be forced.

"The word 'sainthood' is still too far away from you. The time has not come yet." Hongjun smiled and stroked his beard.

Before he finished speaking, a huge golden crow suddenly moved its tail forward through the chaos and landed in front of the Zixiao Palace.

The smile on Hongjun's face froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he hurriedly counted with his fingers in a serious manner.

After a moment, he frowned and thought to himself, "Is there a faint sign that the Great Dao of the Great Desolation is about to be completed? Is the Sainthood about to return to the number nine?"

Hongjun was greatly shocked. He flicked the whisk in his hand and pretended to be calm, gazing out of the Purple Sky Palace from afar. He asked in a clear voice, "Fellow Daoist, are you from the same clan as Emperor Jun?"

"Emperor Jun?" Jinwu shook his dizzy head, slightly stunned, and asked with his head tilted: "What is that?"

“…” Emperor Jun’s face turned red with anger. He stared at the extremely terrifying Golden Crow, exchanged a glance with Donghuang Taiyi, and gave up the idea of fighting him.

Although Emperor Jun and his companions had the innate treasure, the Donghuang Bell, in their hands, their defense was strong.

But this place is the saint's place of practice after all. If a fight breaks out, it may be difficult to determine the winner within several days, and by then there is no guarantee that it will not arouse the saint's disgust.

Emperor Jun glared at him viciously. Although he felt a little familiar, he did not think about it too much and just silently kept this grudge in mind.

This monster must have done it on purpose!

I'm offended!

…

The arrival of the Golden Crow naturally could not escape the perception of the immortals. They turned around and looked back together, wanting to see who had caused the Taoist Ancestor to ask and the Emperor Jun to suddenly twist his mouth.

But who could have known that the Golden Crow's thoughtless words would catch all the immortals off guard.

"What the... what is this?"

The corners of the mouths of the immortals present twitched. For some reason, they always felt that these four words...

Extremely insulting!

Does this guy want to be beaten to death by the Demon King?

Don't be so careless!

Although the expressions of the immortals present were calm, their telepathic communication never stopped.

After all, those who are idle don’t have much trouble. Even if the sky falls, there will always be someone taller to hold it up.

What's more, there is also Hongjun Patriarch to keep the place in check, so it's very stable.

You must know that Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi led all the demons to establish the Demon Court, and together with the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance led by Taoist Kunpeng, they ruled the heavens and intimidated all races!

If we talk about the powerful people in the prehistoric times, apart from the ancestor Hongjun, Di Jun is one of the most powerful rulers.

Because of this, all the immortals present were even more curious about the sudden appearance of the Golden Crow.

How dare he say such outrageous words?

How much immortal wine did he drink to get this drunk?

But the immortals soon realized that something was wrong. The body of this golden crow was extremely huge, and the power of the sun's true fire was extremely fierce.

Even better than Emperor Jun!

And his realm... is actually the perfect Daluo Jinxian!