Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 466: Shocking Changes in Zixiao Palace

The scent of incense rose up, and Lu Ya sat down. Not long after, he saw Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi coming together.

They greeted everyone one by one and sat down.

Not long after, one religious leader after another arrived, and the fortune of the Xuanmen sect suddenly grew rapidly with terrifying power.

In the Zixiao Palace, two intertwined shadows can be seen emerging.

Chen Zhu raised his eyes. It was the reappearance of the two gods of luck and fortune. It was enough to show how terrible the luck was at this moment.

And at the very top, Hongjun, who had been frowning slightly, began to relax his expression.

With such terrible Xuanmen luck adding fuel to the fire, Chen Zhu knew that the Taoist Patriarch was probably undergoing an extraordinary enlightenment at this moment.

It had already begun, and only he could notice it; the others didn't even notice it and were still chatting with each other.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared and an old friend came.

Chen Zhu turned his head and saw Tai Su and Fuxi walking together, with a powerful figure following half a body length behind them.

Cocoon God.

However, the aura of the cocoon god had been restrained at this time and was not as dazzling as Tai Su and Fuxi.

The leaders in Zixiao Palace looked at each other, then avoided each other's gaze.

Only Lu Ya smiled and paid more attention to the Cocoon God, and replied:
"You are really amazing, fellow Daoist."

Throughout history, the Cocoon God must be one of the rare miserable gods.

It was suppressed for countless calamities, and was refined into a cocoon dragon pool, but in the end it was able to be reborn.

Lu Ya is finding it difficult to understand the current Cocoon God.

"Impressive."

He secretly sighed in his heart, wondering how many times the Cocoon God had transformed.

"Not as good as fellow Taoist."

The God of Cocoon replied that he had no feelings for Lu Ya, and chose a seat to sit down with Fuxi Taisu in the back.

More and more Daluo are coming.

Some are religious leaders, some are about to establish religious sects, but more are the reincarnations of former innate gods.

These beings have never left the stage of history, but they are all still searching for their old paths, or have become "impure" because of reincarnation.

Some capable people can pave their own way and embark on the journey again.

After the leader and the reincarnated innate gods, there are ordinary Daluo.

There are gaps between the Daluo. People like Zhu Qing and Qing Ye, who have just entered, are considered the weakest Daluo.

And at the next level up, you will become a powerful character who has a say in the entire prehistoric world.

But if you go higher, you will be infinitely close to an existence like the leader.

Haotian and Yaochi were guarding the door. They had never seen so many people before.

Haotian couldn't help but murmur: "How magnificent! It would be great if one day I had so many Daluo under my command."

"Keep your voice down!"

Yao Chi lowered her voice and said, "It's only because Grandpa is watching here. If we were outside, you and I would have been slapped to death."

“They can’t hear me.”

Haotian pursed his lips, and at this moment, the world suddenly changed!
The Daluo in Zixiao Palace subconsciously looked towards the sky. The sky over there was contrary to its usual state and became extremely deep.

There was a blue sky sweeping in, sweeping away all the white clouds, colorful clouds, smoke and dust along the way.

That was pure blue, the blue sky, sweeping in the way of the Great Dao!

"That is……"

The great masters in Zixiao Palace felt a pang in their hearts.

"It's Him! He's not dead yet!"

Some Daluo couldn't help but exclaimed, and the next moment, the people over there had arrived.

No, not people.

It only took a moment for the blue sky to emerge and cover the entire Zixiao Palace.

When the blue sky arrived, hundreds of people were already standing at the gate of Zixiao Palace.

In front of hundreds of people, three people stood quietly.

The leader bowed to the Zixiao Palace.

"Qinglong of the Dragon Clan, along with the Immortal Ancestor Qing Lao, the Illusory God Qing Ying, and the Daluo of the clan have come to listen to the teachings."

“They actually came!”

Many people in Zixiao Palace were shocked, because because of the previous incident with the Heavenly Dao, Zulong died indirectly as a result.

The entire dragon clan should hate Xuanmen to the core, so why are they coming to listen to the teachings now?
Is it because of the Three Pure Ones?

They looked towards the three Pangu statues in the front, who turned and smiled at the dragons.

There wasn't much conflict.

"The Dragon Clan actually has so many Daluo!"

Some people were secretly shocked: Two innate gods, one immortal ancestor, and behind them there is that unmentionable existence. "

A really skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

It is hard to imagine how terrifying the dragon race was during its true peak period.

But what was even more unimaginable to them was that such a race actually came to an end in the end, and finally left the primitive world to the current primitive demon race.

Some eyes naturally fell on the faces of Di Jun and Dong Huang, wanting to see what their expressions were at the moment, and perhaps to guess something.

Emperor Jun remained calm and composed, like a lake.

Beside him, Donghuang, the fighting force of the entire Heavenly Court, had a smile on his face and did not seem to be worried about the arrival of the dragon clan.

He is indeed a natural emperor born in the sun.

"Please take a seat."

Hongjun's voice sounded, and the gate of Zixiao Palace remained open to welcome guests.

Qinglong nodded and took the first step.

Afterwards, Qing Lao and Qing Ying moved together. It was really terrifying that there were three gods with the same surname.

Not to mention the hundreds of Daluo behind him.

The dragons remained silent, forming a sharp contrast with the great masters in the Zixiao Palace.

But Chen Zhu clearly saw Qingying gritting his teeth at him.

Oh no, his sister must be unhappy with the current demon court. I don’t know if she will come to fight with me afterwards.

How should I beat my sister down?

He noticed that Qingye was also there, and Hongjun took a rare second look at him.

Obviously, He also likes this child very much. After all, Qingye was created by Himself. He is half child and half disciple.

Later, the old man of the Styx, riding on the red lotus of karmic fire, also came.

The King of the East and the Queen Mother of the West would naturally not be absent.

Basically, all the famous people in the prehistoric world are in the Zixiao Palace, and their luck and fortune have become so great that it can be seen with the naked eye.

They were two innate gods, transformed into their original forms, hovering in the void.

After the Daluo, there are the Golden Immortals.

These predestined Golden Immortals were very careful, fearing that they would bump into the Daluo. They even dared not get too close to the Daluo in front of them, leaving some space for them.

Even so, the entire Zixiao Palace can still accommodate everyone, as if it has no boundaries.

After the Golden Immortals, some Xuan Immortals and Celestial Immortals who have opportunities can also reach it.

Chen Zhu was a little surprised, not because of anything else, but because these immortals somehow managed to withstand the pressure from Mount Buzhou?

He looked outside the Zixiao Palace and saw that there were still people climbing up the mountain, and every step was extremely difficult.

Chen Zhu even exaggeratedly saw some monks who had not yet become immortals.

"Can anyone who is interested come and listen?"

His heart suddenly moved, and he began to understand Hongjun's good intentions.

It seems that this person is kind-hearted after all. After all, how could a god who could shout for freedom for all things in the frosty sky not be kind?
He has not yet preached, He is still waiting.

Everyone was not in a hurry. To them, time was just the difference between closing your eyes and opening them. The Candle God only affected those below the Daluo level. Even the Golden Immortals would not be affected by the passage of time in a certain sense.

Gradually, more and more people came into Zixiao Palace. Suddenly, Kunpeng turned his head and looked outside the door.

Almost at the same time, Lu Ya also looked outside the door. The Three Pure Ones showed surprise on their faces, and Qinglong even had the urge to get up.

Di Jun frowned, and Chen Zhu had already stood up. Who on earth could have caused all of these innate gods to react and start such a big fight?

“How can He come?”

Zhen Yuanzi was extremely surprised, and at this time Taoist Ancestor Hongjun on the high platform was also surprised.

At the gate of Zixiao Palace, there were slow footsteps.

The sound was not very loud with each step, but it seemed extremely regular and dull.

When one of the feet stepped into the gate of Zixiao Palace, the entire Taoist palace sank.

It was an old turtle, slowly crawling into the Zixiao Palace, taking turns using its four legs.

“Wonderful, wonderful!”

The Sun Cult leader was surprised and said, "The great black tortoise god who lives far away in the North Sea has also come."

It turns out that this is the Great God Black Turtle, an extremely ancient being, of the same generation as Hongjun, Zhushen and others.

Even Qinglong Zu would call him uncle when he saw him.

For the first time, Hongjun made an obvious move and greeted him in a low voice:
"Fellow Daoist Black Turtle, I never thought I would see you again."

"I'm here to see you off."

The black tortoise's voice was low and hoarse.

He could see two worlds in his eyes. One world was the Zixiao Palace in front of him, and the other world was also the Zixiao Palace.

However, there were very few beings inside the palace, including a figure dressed in black.

In this world, the Dream God, Wu Tian, ​​and the creatures from the Demonic Path and the Void Path are also present.

Taoism and evil cannot coexist, but that Taoism is the way of heaven, not the way of Xuanmen. Hongjun is Wujitian's uncle, so naturally he has to come.

Just because of various reasons, he and the God of Dreams came to the Zixiao Palace in the dream.

They were even more surprised.

Because at this time, the great god Black Turtle was naturally projected into the dream.

The Black Turtle God stared at the black-clad figure for a long time, then retracted his gaze and greeted them one by one.

"How are Pangu Sanqing?"

"Okay." The Three Pure Ones answered in unison and showed respect.

The Black Turtle God looked into the dream again: "How is the Dream God?"

"Okay." Dream God also replied.

"How is Daoist Fellow Lu Ya?"

Lu Ya nodded with a smile: "Daoyou, you are finally willing to move."

"How's Taisu? I heard you changed your name to Nuwa, why?"

The great god Black Turtle looked to the other side and simply passed by Fuxi.

The ones he greeted were the Tai Su gods and demons who once existed in the chaos.

"I control the creation, Tai Su controls Tai Su."

Tai Su responded softly.

The Black Turtle God nodded: "Yes."

He suddenly looked back into his dream and asked again:
"How are you, Daoist Fellow Luohou?"

In an instant, Chen Zhu's expression changed.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, the faces of the sect leaders changed drastically, and they all looked in all directions at the same time. Some of them noticed the dream and looked inside.

Rahu? Who is Rahu!
Didn’t He die? He died under the law of heaven!
How could there still be Rahu?
There was no response, and one could hear a pin drop in the Zixiao Palace.

Those Golden Immortals, Mysterious Immortals, and Heavenly Immortals were confused, but seeing that the Daluo Immortals remained silent, they naturally did not dare to speak out either.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

At this moment, there were suddenly voices outside the door, talking and laughing.

"Are we not late?"

It was the Taoist priests Jie Yin and Zhunti who came. They were a little tired and out of breath.

The reason is that there is a huge crowd behind him, including animals, plants, goblins and mountain monsters.

It is hard to imagine how these two people were able to bring so many lives to climb up Mount Buzhou to listen to the teachings.

When everyone saw it, they were filled with admiration and emotion.

The atmosphere in Zixiao Palace eased a lot, and even the Western Void Dao creatures had a better impression of Jie Yin and Zhunti.

"Two saints have arrived."

"Hurry up and take a seat!"

Before Hongjun could even open his mouth, many Daluo extended their hands to invite him.

Even the Three Pure Ones were smiling.

These two are the most virtuous people in the entire prehistoric world and are revered as saints by all living beings.

Wherever it passes, it eliminates all suffering and stops all difficulties, not only benefiting the people, but also benefiting the mountains, rivers, trees, land veins and so on.

The polluted rivers have become clear again and the dry deserts have grown green again, all because of these two people.

And the person talking and laughing beside these two people is actually a woman.

Everyone almost ignored it at first because its aura was too similar to that of Mount Buzhou.

They were able to discover it because the Black Turtle God spoke here and was actually greeting the woman.

"Is Pangu's bloodline okay?"

Hou Tu was slightly surprised. She didn't expect that someone here actually knew her.

"Hello, fellow Taoist, who are you?"

He only said three words, and the next moment he was interrupted by the inhalation of the great masters in Zixiao Palace.

Pan! Ancient! Blood! Veins!

These four words are so shocking and explosive that very few people know about this news.

"It's really Pangu's bloodline, no wonder it's so familiar!"

For the big guys, this day will probably be imprinted in their minds forever.

So many things happened today, so bizarre and shocking.

It was rare for the Great God Black Turtle to say more than one sentence to one person: "I am the former innate god Black Turtle, you should have heard of me."

Hou Tu really didn't remember. She seldom left the foot of Mount Buzhou, so naturally she didn't know much about the outside world.

Fortunately, the Taoist Jie Yin was wise and intelligent, and took the initiative to tell the identity of the Great Turtle God.

Hou Tu suddenly realized: "I have heard of your name for a long time."

The Black Turtle Ancestor nodded and slowly turned his gaze to Chen Zhu and Di Jun.

Everyone discovered that something was wrong with Ancestor Black Turtle today.

It seemed that He came out on purpose today to greet old friends one by one, but why did He choose this time?
Chen Zhu narrowed his eyes and vaguely felt some of Hongmeng's aura.

He suddenly stood up and pinched the Donghuang Bell above his head, but it was too late.

The Black Turtle God opened his mouth and said to them:
"Zhu Shen, Zu Long, how are you two fellow Taoists?"

In an instant, the sound of a pin drop could be heard again in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun's fingertips on the high platform trembled slightly, and he subconsciously looked towards the chaos in the distance outside the sky.

That vague thing is the huge shadow of the Chaos Clock.

"My friend, you have recognized the wrong person."

Chen Zhu took a deep breath and held the Donghuang Bell in his hand.

"Just now, the great god Luohou was not here, and you greeted him. Now Zulong and Zhushen are not here, and you are speaking to my two brothers."

"Great God Black Turtle, if you haven't woken up yet, you can sleep a little longer. I think Daozu won't mind."

His tone was already very stiff.

Beside him, Emperor Jun's eyes were also flickering as he stared at the Black Turtle God.

Today, at this moment, this problem was something no one had expected.

The Black Turtle God raised his head, calmly met the gazes of Chen Zhu and Di Jun, and slowly repeated his previous words.

"Zulong, Zhushen, how are you?"

(End of this chapter)