In the Three Qing Dynasties, Nuwa and Fuxi brothers were also closely followed, with dazzling lights flying away and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the most depressing and frustrating one is the two brothers Sun Star.

Originally, he was full of energy and had two supreme magic weapons, and came to listen to the saint's preaching with majestic spirits.

But I never thought that I was beaten for no reason and lost all my shame. In the end, I could only follow everyone into Zixiao Palace in shame.

A quarter of an hour later, in the empty and peaceful Zixiao Palace hall, there were silhouettes, and the figures of powerful people from the prehistoric world gathered here.

The twelve ancestor witches standing in front are naturally unswerving, led by Jiang Yun.

At this moment, within a few feet of their ancestor witches, they almost became an unmanned vacuum belt, and no one dared to get close.

Not far away, Nuwa was full of anger, her beautiful cheeks were full of resentment, staring at the twelve ancestor witches.

Just now, she and Fuxi were inexplicably involved in that melee, and Nuwa even fought against Xuanming, one of the twelve ancestor witches.

Facing a beautiful woman with a look that was not inferior to her and equally powerful, Nuwa also felt an inexplicable jealousy and unwillingness in her heart.

What she couldn't accept the most was that she seemed to be unable to beat the other party.

"Hmph, after hearing the saint's preaching this time, I will go into seclusion and practice in seclusion. In the future, I will definitely defeat you arrogant ancestral witches!"

Nuwa tightened her face, waved her show fist, and said hatefully.

Sweet! Just then, Jiang Yun seemed to have some sense, turned around in vain and looked at Nuwa, with eyes facing each other, and a bright smile appeared on Jiang Yun's face.

In an instant, Nuwa, who was already angry and aggressive, suddenly changed her pretty face, and she immediately turned her head away like a frightened little rabbit.

"Haha, Nuwa is really a little cute now." Jiang Yun touched his nose at the front of the palace and said with a smile in his heart.

It is extremely rare to be able to see the embarrassing situation of these top tyrants in the future.

Jiang Yun was intentionally doing that big melee outside Zixiao Palace earlier.

Of course, it is necessary to say more, but it is to establish its authority with many top-level masters present.

This is the first time that the Twelve Ancestral Witches have officially appeared in front of the powerful, and naturally they have shown an extremely strong side.

Otherwise, who would really think that they are the witch clan and are easy to bully?

Secondly, Jiang Yun also wanted to take this opportunity to clean up some of the great enemies in his fate, the two future emperors of the demon clan.

Although it is impossible to kill them all at once, under the movement of the heavenly way, the demon clan is destined to prosper, and compete with the witch clan and never stop until death.

But it is easy to teach a hard lesson.

If Zixiao Palace hadn't heard this opportunity, these two golden crows would have been hiding on the sun star on weekdays, and they would have really not found any good opportunities to make a phone call.

"This cushion is divided into six pieces. My Three Pure Ones are transformed by Pangu's primordial spirit. It has a profound blessing and should occupy the first three!"

Just as Jiang Yun was thinking, a sound of calm words came from his ears.

When Jiang Yun saw it, he was immediately a little happy.

In Zixiao Palace, the cushion section under the saint's seat is one of the famous scenes in the prehistoric Zixiao Palace.

In the magnificent palace, the Taoist rhyme is endless, and the mysterious and yellow air flows, and six cushions are quietly placed in front.

In fact, the moment many powerful people rushed into the hall, they immediately noticed these six conspicuous cushions.

But no one dared to act rashly due to the powerful power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. In the end, it was Lao Tzu, the Three Qingshu, who took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

"Brother, why do we have so many listeners, but we only have six cushions? Even our twelve brothers are not enough to share. This saint Hongjun is a bit too petty..."

At this time, Zhu Rong, who was the hottest, stepped forward without any hesitation, attached himself to Jiang Yun's ear and muttered in a low voice.

Before he could finish his words, Houtu and Xuanming were stopped by him.

"Fifth brother, this place is the saint's temple, don't talk nonsense."

"There are many people in our brothers, and there are only six cushions, so it is definitely not enough to divide them. This is how, Houtu girl, you will represent our ancestor witch lineage and occupy the first cushion!" Jiang Yun pondered for a moment and spoke.

"What, brother, do you let me go?" Hou Tu, the youngest of the twelve ancestor witches, was a little surprised and confused when he heard this.

"Haha, this cushion is related to a great opportunity. Girl Houtu, you are the one who is brother." Jiang Yun smiled with an unfathomable look on his face.

Naturally, he could not tell the ancestor witches that this cushion was a disciple of the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, and it also represented the fruit position of the six saints of the prehistoric world in later generations.

This is Hongjun Taoist temple, and it is a big taboo to easily reveal the secrets of heaven.

Jiang Yun would not be stupid, he offended a saint so brutally.

He asked Houtu to seize the first cushion, which also had his deep meaning.

Under the movement of the heavenly way, the general trend is that the six great saints have long been destined and cannot be changed.

The six cushions are actually just an excuse for Hongjun to act and fool many prehistoric listeners.

Even if Jiang Yun and the ancestor witches packed all the six cushions, there would be no benefit.

It will only completely annoy Hongjun and be held in a grudge. In the future, it will be more likely to bring endless disasters to the entire witch clan.

But today, since Jiang Yun brought a group of ancestor witch brothers to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermons, of course he couldn't watch it. It was inevitable to do something.

The six major cushions and the saint's fruit position are not greedy, we just need to take the first one.

Jiang Yun himself has the blood of the ancestor witch, and there is a Pangu soul hidden in his body, and he has practiced the most orthodox eight orthodox mysterious skills.

What he wants to take in the future is the most top-notch way to prove the way with strength, so he naturally disdained to learn the second-class method of Hongjun killing the three corpses and becoming a saint.

The witch clan only accounts for one of the six saints, which means that one of the six people on the original trajectory must be eliminated!

At that time, Jiang Yun would like to see how Saint Hongjun would choose.

The ancestor witches talked in a blink of an eye. After receiving Jiang Yun’s authorization, Houtu was very straightforward, and he took a lot of steps. He took a step forward and sat on the first cushion.

This behavior also made everyone present look surprised. I was walking to the first cushion and about to sit down, and I was even more stunned.

No one expected that among the twelve ancestor witches who were originally quiet and had no action, there would be such a move.

However, after thinking about it, with the fierce strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they occupy the forefront of Zixiao Palace, and it is not surprising that they sit on the cushion.

Fortunately, what made everyone feel relieved was that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were quite good at martial arts, and only one person walked out and occupied one cushion, and did not pack all the cushions and swallow them all.

However, Houtu’s sudden actions made Sanqing restless, or a little embarrassed!
Chapter completed!