Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 228 The overweight Prime Minister Turtle is targeted by Nuwa in Haotian Yaochi.

Time flies, and 7000 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, all the true spirits of the prehistoric gods were shaken together, as if a great opportunity had appeared, just outside the heaven and earth, in the chaos.

In their sea of ​​consciousness, a purple Taoist palace emerged in unison, exuding the vast and transcendent Taoist atmosphere.

Zixiao Palace!
The saint preaches!

Great opportunity, great cause and effect!
In an instant, great turmoil arose.

Pillars of light soared into the sky, and the infinite Tao rhyme spread and competed. Each one symbolized a sacred Da Luo.

They walked out of the cave, ascended to the sky in one step, crossed the boundless sea of ​​stars, and gathered at the fetal membrane of heaven and earth.

sun star.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi rose up in the form of a rainbow, followed closely by more than Daluo saints, majestic and arrogant to the extreme.

Kunlun Mountains.

An exquisite pagoda emerged from the sky, surrounded by vast black and yellow energy, protecting the three figures surrounded by pure energy, shattering the void, and descending with force.

North Sea.

"what?"

Prime Minister Turtle looked at the sky in despair, watching helplessly one Taoist friend walking away to listen to the saint's sermon and gain great opportunities and good fortune.

Can……

"I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

"I'm not in the car yet!"

He lowered his head and shed tears of envy, jealousy and regret.

It is He God who envies and envies.

The one who regrets it is himself.

He also received an opportunity to remind him that although he had not yet set foot on the Daluo level, he could rely on his turtle shell for defense and was completely unafraid of the storm of chaos. He could cross the chaos and reach the Zixiao Palace.

But He self-defeated and trapped Himself.

"Damn me!"

Prime Minister Turtle wailed sadly, regretting his mistake.

In order to eliminate the resentment and bad luck in the turtle shell as quickly as possible, he did not hesitate to lead him under the North Sea and enter the body with the power of endless earth veins in an attempt to take a shortcut.

This resulted in him now having four feet on the ground, connected to the North Sea. Not to mention crossing the chaos, he could not even lift his feet and take two steps.

I can only watch helplessly as God listens to the sermon and gets opportunities.

At this time, ripples suddenly appeared in the void in front of Him, and two figures, one tall and thin and one short and fat, walked out of it. They were all pitiful, skinny and skinny.

"Jie Yin? Zhunti?"

Prime Minister Turtle looked at them for a long time before he recognized the two gods.

"Why did you two become like this?"

He asked curiously, his eyes full of disbelief.

What a joke, a ruthless god who can even scheme against Zulong and Qilin King to death, how can he do such a bad job?

He believes in a turtle!

"That's a long story."

Jie Yin waved his hand feebly: "I'm here this time to congratulate fellow Taoist."

"Congratulate me?"

Prime Minister Turtle's green face turned dark instantly. He seriously suspected that this bastard was here to see his joke.

"Congratulations to my fellow Taoist, the day is approaching for you to get out of trouble."

Jie Yin glanced at Prime Minister Turtle's thick limbs.

Well, quite plump.

"The day of escape?"

Prime Minister Turtle suddenly stood up and pulled the earth's veins with his four legs, causing endless riots in the North Sea, setting off huge waves, endless undercurrents, and a scene of doomsday!
He has accumulated a lot. Although he is still at the Taiyi level, he is not afraid of Daluo Sacred Spirit at all.

"Cut off your feet to survive, separate your soul to survive!"

After leaving behind eight characters, he took Zhunti and left.

Prime Minister Turtle looked startled, with a bit of hesitation in his eyes.

……

The fetal membrane of heaven and earth.The gods and eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers and using various means to open the fetal membranes, step into the chaos, and cross towards the Zixiao Palace.

Cause and effect are involved, and they all know that this sermon is very important!

Rays of divine light disturbed the chaos and rushed towards the extreme depths.

About 3000 years later, they finally came to a palace filled with purple energy and soaring Taoism.

The palace gate is closed, and there are only two Taoist boys guarding the door. They are a pair of golden boys and girls, with a faint aura of transcendence about them.

Astonishingly, they are two innate saints who have not yet attained Daluo!

Among the gods, Nuwa's eyes instantly brightened.

She noticed traces of creation in Haotian and Yaochi. These two sacred cubs were not created by heaven and earth, but were created by the day after tomorrow!
Moreover, this method also made her feel vaguely familiar, and she had a sense of deja vu.

On the other side, Haotian and Yaochi subconsciously shrank their necks as if they were aware of Nuwa's fiery gaze.

But remembering the instructions of their sage and remembering that this was their own territory, they also regained some courage.

Haotian stood up and shouted to the noisy gods:
"quiet!"

"quiet!"

"The master said: When the ten thousand years come, the Zixiao Gate will open!"

As He spoke, the Zixiao Palace seemed to be activated, with three thousand avenues resonating, the Heavenly Law Wheel manifesting, and the saint's pressure spreading out, forcing the gods to almost crawl to the ground!
At the same time, the Heavenly Law Wheel slowly rotates, evolving the mysteries of the three thousand avenues and explaining the principles of the laws of heaven and earth.

The gods were attracted by it, and they all explored their spiritual thoughts and entered into enlightenment practice.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a "squeak" sound, and the gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

The Heavenly Law Wheel was drawn away at the same time, and the gods were awakened and instantly saw the decoration in the temple.

There are seven futons on one side of the jade steps, one going up and six down.

Apart from this, there is nothing left, which seems to coincide with the principle of "the greatest simplicity".

Only Ran Deng knew that this was due to Hongjun's laziness, and he was too lazy to decorate and carve it carefully.

If He hadn't randomly grabbed a piece of chaotic rock and turned it into jade, there wouldn't even be this jade step.

"This futon..."

"A great opportunity! There must be a great opportunity!"

"Get it! Get it at all costs!"

The gods were eager to try, their eyes turned red as they stared at the six futons under the jade steps.

"The Zixiao Palace is open, please come in."

Yaochi's timid voice sounded.

The gods broke out, each using their magical powers, and rushed into the temple.

With the Xuanhuang Exquisite Tower above his head, Sanqing rushed all the way, squeezing a way out with endless means and magical powers, and successfully grabbed three futons.

The avenues of Fuxi and Nuwa resonated, the paths and fruits were in harmony, and the yin and yang were derived. They actually broke out at a speed faster than Kunpeng, allowing Nuwa to sit on the fourth futon.

Followed by Zhen Yuanzi, Di Shu also had unparalleled defense. He endured the violent bombardment and sent Hong Yun to the fifth futon.

Finally, there was Kunpeng. Between the changes of yin and yang, the speed of heaven and earth burst out, and he almost sat on the sixth futon.

"A few futons are worth fighting for?"

Taiyi held the Chaos Bell and walked into the hall proudly, his words full of disdain.

Di Jun followed behind, his eyes as calm as water.

They didn't participate in the fight, otherwise they would have at least won a futon.

The two gods are kingly, and the other is domineering. They are both masters who are unwilling to be subordinated to the gods.

They want to imitate Rahu and set foot in Hunyuan with their own power!
"Oh, there are so many shady things going on."

In the corner, Ran Deng was wrapped in fairy clothes and cleared away the traces of his actions.

In order to set up a good stage for Jie Yin and Zhunti, He had good intentions and put a lot of effort into it.

"Quiet~"

There was a sudden sound, and on the jade steps, Hongjun was sitting on the futon without knowing it.

The saint's pressure swept across the hall, and the gods suddenly fell silent.

At this time, two yin-yang and extremely sad wails suddenly came from outside the hall:

"We are suffering!"

(End of this chapter)