Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 229 Zhunti, who was struck by lightning, was forced to receive a futon!

"We are suffering, wuwuwu~"

"A fire at the city gate affects the fish in the pond; the war between the saints affects the entire west."

"Mountains collapsed, rivers stopped flowing, the earth was devastated, even the ancestral veins of Mount Xumi were detonated, and countless spiritual veins turned into fly ash!"

"My brothers and sisters are inspired by Heaven and know that the West is barren. They are willing to reshape the West with great perseverance, lead sentient beings to the west, and repair the world. However, they are slandered by many Taoist friends and our names are slandered."

"In fact, even coming to listen to the sermon was affected. There were constant natural and man-made disasters along the way, in an attempt to hinder my brothers from making pilgrimages and hearing the sermon."

Amid the mournful cries that filled the sky, two figures, one tall and thin and one short and fat, walked into the palace. They were sallow and skinny, and their fairy clothes were in tatters. They were extremely miserable.

For a moment, the eyes of all the gods were attracted, with different expressions on their faces. It was unclear which song these two gods were singing.

Even Hongjun on the jade steps lowered his gaze, his face trembling.

He glanced at the burning lamp sitting cross-legged in a remote place, his eyes flashing with warning.

However, Ran Deng just smiled "shyly", closed his eyes tightly, and his soul flew into the sky.

Facing the different looks from the gods, Zhunti and Jie Yin seemed not to care at all.

Especially Zhunti, after looking around for a week, he suddenly burst into tears:
"Senior brother, you and I have gone through a lot of hardships just to find this Zixiao Palace. We are exhausted physically and mentally and suffer unspeakably. But now we don't even have a place to sit down and rest. We might as well crash to death!"

He was holding back his bad intentions and wanted to cause trouble in Hongjun's dojo.

So, without waiting for a response, he hit the palace door with his head.

Its speed is actually no less than Kunpeng's top speed. It can be seen that its desire to die is extremely determined.

The guide on the side reached out to pull it, but it came up empty. The tears in his eyes were already in place.

"Bang~"

There was a loud noise, but the scene of holy blood splattering in all directions that the gods expected did not appear.

A layer of purple energy crossed the palace door and "gently" threw Zhunti away.

At the same time, Chaos suddenly rioted, which happened to involve Zhunti.

Immediately afterwards, one after another gray chaos god thunder struck towards Zhunti, drowning him in an instant.

Strangely, the thunder was invisible, which seemed to fit the mystery of the great sound, but Zhunti's extremely shrill cry of pain came out clearly.

The gods immediately turned their eyes to their noses, and their noses to their hearts, and restrained the little thoughts that had just arisen in them.

The saint Taoist ancestor on the jade steps doesn’t look like a good god at all!
Jieyin had already begun to mourn for his little brother, and he was keenly aware of the strangeness in the thunder.

Hongjun's attack was even darker than the gods imagined, and sometimes the rhythm of time flashed away under the thunder.

It didn't look like it had been chopped for long, but in fact, I'm afraid it had already been chopped for who knows how long.

The main hall has been faintly covered with a layer of strange fragrance, and even Da Luo Sheng can benefit from it. After taking a gentle sniff, inspirations suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and they continued to flow.

"Bah!"

At this time, a voice sounded, and the words were spoken, and the Chaos Divine Thunder dispersed with one word.

Zhunti was led back to the palace by the purple energy. His whole body was charred black, not even a trace of hair was left. He was still twitching faintly and his consciousness was unclear.

"Oh, this is so miserable."

Seeing his old friend in such miserable state, Hongyun couldn't help but feel compassion again. He stood up and rushed to greet him:
"Jie Yin, let me give him this futon."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the gods moved, and their eyes all focused on Hongyun. They looked at him as if they were looking at a peerless fool.

At this moment, everyone knows that these six futons definitely have great opportunities and good fortune!

This fool, let him go so easily?

Kunpeng next to Hongyun was even more uneasy. He was forced to follow Nuwa for a long time and learned some secrets.Zhunti, Jingyin, Fuxi, and Bai Ze were close friends. If Hongyun gave up his position, he might not be able to keep it and would be forced to give up.

He is not reconciled!

The majestic Da Luo is divine, able to control the heaven and earth at extremely fast speeds. He should be free and hunt all living beings and even gods!
How can I be willing to be driven by His God for the rest of my life?
"Fellow Taoist is still so kind-hearted."

Jie Yin sighed, took Zhunti, and walked forward step by step until he came to Hongyun.

However, what surprised the gods was that instead of putting Zhunti down, Jieyin pressed Hongyun back on the futon.

"My fellow Taoist is so kind-hearted, he will suffer big losses in the future."

Jie Yin said with a smile, glanced at Zhen Yuanzi, nodded slightly, and gave him a reassuring look.

Finally, he looked at the jade steps, put Zhunti down, freed his hands, and held the disciple's gift to Hongjun:
"Please teacher, please be merciful and grant me good fortune!"

Grab a futon?
How can I ask for it directly from Hongjun? It’s so convenient!
On the jade steps, Saint Hongjun's body trembled slightly. He looked at Jieyin with deep meaning. His appearance was calm and relaxed, but in his heart he was yelling:

"This bastard actually flipped my script and messed with me again!"

At the same time, he also suspected that Ran Deng might have seen something and was deliberately testing him.

After all, Luo Hu's death in the end was too smooth, without any fluctuations, which can be called a fake.

"This cunning brat, I'm afraid Luo Hu's incarnation will be beaten in vain."

"No, it's not in vain. At least I feel great!"

Thinking of this, the depression in Hongjun's heart subsided a little, and he opened his mouth as if scolding:

“Chapter : Fortune is not given lightly!”

"Jie Yin, you'd better take my seat."

Hongyun was worried that Jieyin would offend Hongjun, and was blackened like Zhunti, so he stood up again to pull Jieyin to sit down.

However, before he could get up, he was pressed down again by Zhen Yuanzi and Fu Xi.

These two guys saw something: to attract this thing who is more stubborn than anyone else, would he anger Hongjun for a share of good fortune?
Zhen Yuanzi, in particular, had long guessed that Hongjun and Jie Yin had an ulterior secret.

I remember that when they gathered under the command of King Qilin, Hongjun had already appeared and asked him to pay attention to the two gods.

"I hope the teacher will remember me and give me good luck!"

Jie Yin's face was filled with sorrow, and the Buddha's light appeared in the back of his head, and a great compassion for heaven and humanity filled the air.

All the gods couldn't help but look sideways. They saw the way that Jie Yin was going to practice. They couldn't help being infected and wanted to intercede on his behalf.

Hongjun's brows jumped angrily. There was no such thing as compassion, this was a secret threat to Him!
Why is the West so barren?

On the surface, he was not fighting with Luo Hu, forcing Luo Hu to self-destruct and destroying the ancient West!
As for the truth, who cares?

"Please teacher, please be merciful and grant me good fortune!"

As expected, Hongyun was the first to speak.

Kunpeng followed closely behind, and he had only one thought: his creation was saved!
"Teacher, please have mercy."

"Teacher, please have mercy."

Soon, voices of begging for mercy arose one after another in the hall, and Nuwa, Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Bai Ze, Sanqing, etc. all spoke one after another.

Even Ran Deng was mixed in, shouting and expressing his sincerity.

This is forcing the palace, and it is also a test of Hongjun by the gods!
Let's see if this Taoist saint can be arbitrary and not care about them at all!
Faced with the surge of public sentiment, Hongjun showed a smile:
"Forget it, you two gods will have great merit and great perseverance in the future. I will make an exception today and grant you good luck!"

He waved his hand, and two more futons appeared, but they were not at the end, but were located between Nuwa and Hongyun...

(End of this chapter)