The prehistoric infrastructure maniac

Chapter 38 Please give up your seat

Chaos Gods and Demons? Di Jun, having come to his senses, suddenly looked even uglier when he thought of Shi Mo's possible identity and origins. He even sent a voice message to Dong Huang Tai Yi, whose expression was also solemn, urging him, "Second brother, hurry up!"

"It's actually the Chaos God and Demon?" The demon master Kunpeng stared with shock and disbelief on his face.

Bai Ze and other powerful demons, with limited experience, were stunned and filled with confusion. They felt terrified. How could Shi Mo be so powerful? They couldn't understand it! Unbelievable!

"Go!" Donghuang Taiyi shouted softly, and red-gold flames rose from his body. At his urging, the Chaos Bell vibrated and hummed as it flew towards Shi Mo.

Bang. Facing the Chaos Bell that was crashing down on him, Shi Mo clenched his fist with a serious expression and punched it forward to push back the chaotic airflow.

In an instant, facing the low, muffled sound of the collision, the Chaos Bell was like a speeding car that was stopped. The roar and vibration only forced Shi Mo to retreat slightly.

"Break!" Shi Mo shouted softly, and the terrifying energy in his fist exploded like a volcanic eruption. Then the Chaos Bell flew back and smashed towards Di Jun and the others.

Just as the Chaos Bell was about to hit Di Jun and the others, it was controlled by Donghuang Taiyi and turned into an arc and hit Shi Mo again.

Bang. Bang. Facing the Chaos Bell that was coming at him in an arc at a tricky angle, Shi Mo clenched his fists like two big sandbags and hit the Chaos Bell repeatedly.

"This..." Hou Tu and other twelve ancient witches of the demon clan who arrived just then were dumbfounded when they saw Shi Mo hitting the Chaos Bell with his fists like hitting a sandbag.

Especially Tian Wu, who had fought with Shi Mo, was so stiff that his whole body froze. The eyes behind the heads of the eight faces were all wide open: "I..."

"Let's go!" As Di Jun gritted his teeth and shouted, Donghuang Taiyi also controlled the Chaos Bell to fly back, sweeping up a group of powerful demons, and disappeared into the chaos in the blink of an eye.

"The monk can run away but the temple cannot. Where else can you run to?" Shi Mo sneered at the Chaos Bell leaving and did not chase after it.

The speed of the innate treasure in the chaos can be imagined, and with the Chaos Bell protecting him, Shi Mo really can't do anything to them.

Turning to look at Hou Tu and the other twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, Shi Mo couldn't help but laugh and said, "My fellow ancestors, you're here quite early!"

"Fellow Daoist Shi Mo!" Hou Tu and Di Jiang were the first to come forward politely. Even the ancient witches who were known for their bad tempers no longer showed displeasure in front of Shi Mo, and even revealed a smile that they thought was kind.

Shi Mo exchanged a few polite words with them before turning to look at a figure in the distance who was about to slip away quietly. "Hey, isn't that Old Ancestor Minghe? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

In the hazy chaotic airflow in the distance, the old man of the Styx, who was wearing a dark red Taoist robe and had a conflict with Shi Mo in the past, accelerated his speed and turned into a blood-red stream of light and quickly left when he heard Shi Mo's words.

Shi Mo suddenly flashed and chased after him, throwing a punch. With the explosion of energy, he let out an angry grunt. Seeing that the figure of the Styx Patriarch disappeared in the blink of an eye, Shi Mo also stopped with a cold snort.

"Brother Shi Mo," Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun followed. The twelve witch ancestors who had also followed also hurriedly and politely invited Shi Mo to go to Zixiao Palace together.

Soon, the group arrived outside the Zixiao Palace, where they saw an ancient purple palace standing in the chaos. Circles of invisible surging power repelled the surrounding chaotic airflow, and a mysterious luster flowed faintly on the walls of the palace.

"Is this the Zixiao Palace? It is worthy of being the Taoist temple of the Taoist Ancestor! I just don't know what the origin of this Zixiao Palace is. Is it a special spiritual treasure refined by Hongjun or born in the chaos?" Shi Mo couldn't help but think in his heart as he looked at the Zixiao Palace curiously.

At the entrance of Zixiao Palace, there stood a delicate boy on each side. The boy was wearing a golden robe and the girl was wearing a white dress.

"They are the future masters of the Heavenly Court, Haotian and Yaochi? Letting Golden Immortals be doormen, this Hongjun is quite fussy about appearances," Shi Mo couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart when he found out that the pair of boys guarding the gate had the cultivation level of Golden Immortals.

Entering the gate of Zixiao Palace, there is an empty hall inside. There are already many cultivators sitting on the ground. Most of them are above the Golden Immortal level, and there are quite a few Daluo Golden Immortals.

"It seems that there are many powerful people in the prehistoric world now, but the prehistoric world is too vast, so I haven't encountered many before." Looking at the cultivators and masters in the Zixiao Palace who were ready to listen to the teachings, Shi Mo couldn't help but mutter secretly:
"You guys, all of you, with your hair and horns, you really think that having horns is beautiful? Or are you afraid that people won't be able to guess your origins?"

"Huh? Even those with the cultivation level of Taiyi Sanxian can come to listen to the teachings? Where did this flat-haired beast with a pointed beak and feathers come from? And it's glaring at me! It has a very arrogant temper!"

He noticed that there was a strange guy sitting in the back seat, with a bird-like pointed beak and covered with feathers. He looked at Shi Mo twice, which made him look at him fiercely. Shi Mo couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. It was obvious at a glance that the guy had never experienced any beating in the prehistoric times.

The young man in brocade clothes beside him, however, was quite impressive. When he saw Shi Mo looking over, he politely nodded in greeting, which greatly increased Shi Mo's favorability.
"With such a dignified demeanor, he must have some background. He's quite sensible! He exudes such a strong innate five-element energy. I wonder how he achieved this?"

"Although the guy next to him looks a bit unsightly, he also possesses innate yin and yang energy. Those who can come to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings are indeed not ordinary people! Basically, their followers are all quite good," Shi Mo thought to himself as he walked forward with Zhen Yuanzi and the others, but soon discovered a problem. There was no seat in the front!

When Hongjun gave his first sermon in Zixiao Palace, Shi Mo did not come, so it was naturally impossible for anyone to reserve a seat for him!

Di Jun, who had been present for a long time, could not help but sneer when he saw this. This was Zixiao Palace, and he was not afraid that Shi Mo would compete with him for his seat.

Moreover, even if he took action, with so many powerful members of their demon clan and Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell, Shi Mo would not be able to snatch their places.

"Sure enough, they all have owners, and none of the people in the front seats are easy to mess with," Shi Mo saw the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jie Yin and Zhunti sitting in the front row at a glance.

The two rows behind them are Fuxi, Dijun, Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi, the ancestor of the Styx, Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun, as well as Dongwanggong, Xiwangmu, Xihe of Taiyin Star, Changxi and other famous powerful monks in the prehistoric times.

Seeing Di Jun's sneer on his face, Shi Mo couldn't help but be speechless. This guy really has forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. Isn't it too early to be happy?
Then Shi Mo looked at Minghe, who happened to be sitting next to Hongyun. He walked over and said to Minghe, who looked up at him with a sullen expression, with a smile, "Could you please give up your seat?"

Upon hearing what Shi Mo said, the originally gloomy face of the Styx Patriarch turned a little darker.

(End of this chapter)