Upon entering the palace gate, the first thing that catches everyone's eyes is a simple avenue rune called "Tao"! Then there is a platform less than five square meters, with two simple futons placed on the platform.
On a futon to the left, sitting cross-legged, was an elderly Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe, his face fluttering sadly, and his face unclear. He really had a certain air of immortality.
Two boys carved in pink and jade were separated from each other.
The other futon on the platform was empty.
Further down, there are the legendary Wind and Fire Futons. There are seven of them lined up.
Li Qingming rubbed his glasses, counted again and again, and thought to himself: "How come there are seven futons! Sanqing, Nuwa, Jingyin, Zhunti, there are obviously six people, how can there be seven wind and fire futons? Is it possible?
The legend is wrong? How strange!"
Li Qingming, who was puzzled, simply stopped thinking about other things. He would come to a conclusion soon! So he followed Sanqing obediently and walked towards the futon in front of him.
The Sanqings were already at a high level of cultivation and were all at the peak of the early stage of Quasi-Saint. They were only one step away from breaking through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. So they easily separated from the crowd and occupied the first three futons.
Then, Nuwa, who was protected by Fuxi with all his strength, sat on the fourth futon. Fuxi, the great god with an elegant and upright face, was full of evil aura at this time, and the magic power of the Daluo Jinxian peak was surging all over his body. Ordinary
The Daluo Jinxian could not withstand Fuxi's momentum.
In addition, this is the Zixiao Palace, a saint's dojo. Even if some Daluo Jinxians are angry, they dare not fight here. In desperation, they have no choice but to set their sights on the last three futons.
"brush!"
"Whoosh!"
A red light and a black light lit up from the futon almost at the same time. After the flash, the Taoist inside was revealed. The fifth futon was taken by Kunpeng, and the sixth futon was taken by Hongyun. The speed of these two people can be said to be unprecedented.
Absolutely, it is reasonable for them to get these two futons.
As for the seventh futon!
All the Da Luo Jinxian, you stare at me, I look at you. They violently mobilized their magic power and crashed into the seventh futon.
"boom!"
White light, golden light, blue light...
The seven-colored light flickered, and even though no spells or magic weapons were used, it still turned the huge Zixiao Palace into a smoky mess.
"No noise is allowed in the Zixiao Palace! If there is a next time, you can leave on your own!"
Hongjun spoke on the platform, and with it came overwhelming coercion. It almost overwhelmed all the guests in the Zixiao Palace.
"We are guilty!"
All the people bowed their heads and kowtowed.
"What an idiot! Don't you know that although the futon is a great treasure, it is also a hot potato!"
Li Qingming had the idea of just watching the fun. Anyway, he had obtained the escaped Hongmeng Purple Qi, and becoming a saint was a sure thing, so he watched the fight with displeasure.
Isn't this a kind of fun!
At this moment, two Taoists that Li Qingming was eager to see came to the door.
"Senior brother, you and I have gone through a lot of hardships and finally arrived at Zixiao Palace!" Zhunti, dressed in tatters, limped in with his broken bowl in his left hand.
"Junior brother, it's really dangerous to be in the chaos! The earth, water, fire, and wind are raging wildly. We have nothing to do from now on, so don't come into this chaos!" This is because the Taoist's clothes are also in tatters, and his face is extremely sad.
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Li Qingming watched speechlessly as the two people supported each other at the door, and three words suddenly flashed in his heart: "Brother Sharp!" At the same time, he felt extremely surprised.
I think these two people are also in the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian. If they weren't extremely lucky, how could they be in such a mess.
In this Zixiao Palace, there are so many Daluo Jinxian, even the newcomers to Taiyi, Dou Shenduo, but no one can be seen in such a mess as the two of them.
It’s really weird!
In fact, what Li Qingming didn't understand was that the way of heaven was destined to lead Zhunti away from Taoism and establish Buddhism on his own. Therefore, he set up obstacles at all levels along the way to block the two of them from seeking the way.
Unexpectedly, there was a glimmer of life under the great road, so the two of them were able to avoid danger at every turn and arrived at the Zixiao Palace without any danger.
Only then did the scene between the two of them happen.
"Brother, there is still a seat. You should go and have a rest first!" Zhunti complained to Jie Yin for a long time. Seeing that there was still a seat in the first row, he pulled up Jie Yin and pushed it over.
Although the Da Luo Jinxian had the intention to stop them, they were extremely frightened considering what they had just done. They all looked at the two of them with hatred.
"Bang!"
Surprisingly, Jie Yin, who was already sitting on the futon, was suddenly thrown away by the futon.
Jie Yin was not careful for a moment and was ejected more than ten feet.
This time, Li Qingming was so shocked that his jaw dropped, and he curiously swept his soul towards the seventh futon.
My soul swept over it, only to feel that there was nothing there. I rubbed my eyes, and there was indeed a futon there. Although I had many questions, it was hard to ask too many questions.
"Bitter! Wuwuwuwu, I think my two brothers traveled hundreds of millions of miles from the west to the outer world of chaos. After going through countless hardships, we finally arrived at Zixiao Palace, but there was not even a seat to rest.
, What can we do, what can we do!" Zhunti sat on the spot, crying loudly. It made the viewers sad and the listeners shed tears.
But who are the people in Zixiao Palace?
The people who can come to the Zixiao Palace are all determined seekers of the truth. How can they feel sympathy for Zhunti's hard performance?
Everyone looked on with cold eyes.
"We, we might as well just die!" Seeing no response from the crowd, Zhunti suddenly stood up and ran straight towards the beams of Zixiao Palace and bumped into them.
"Do you want to defile this saint's pure dojo?" Li Qingming suddenly shouted with a playful look on his face.
Zhunti, who was full of momentum, was surprised by Li Qingming's shout. He stopped awkwardly, and his face suddenly turned livid. His heart was filled with infinite resentment: "Li Qingming, it's Li Qingming who ruined my good deeds again."
!Don’t let me catch the chance, otherwise I will tear you apart from your bones and burn you in the fire of the core of the earth for hundreds of millions of years!”
"Yes, fellow Taoist Zhunti, do you have anything you can say? Is there anything you can't think about? Otherwise, I'll give you my seat!" A strange look flashed in Hongyun's eyes, and he suddenly sat up from his seat.
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"That's it, thank you fellow Taoist!" Zhunti didn't wait for Hongyun to stand firm, and sat on it as fast as lightning.
Everyone looked at Zhunti with great contempt, and at the same time looked at Hongyun with a hint of ridicule. Come to think of it, in their eyes, this futon must have a special meaning, otherwise how could there be exactly seven of them, no more, no less?
When Zhunti glanced at Kunpeng, he rolled his eyes and said: "My senior brother has not found a place to rest yet. Please give way to me, fellow Taoist. I will thank you very much later!"
Kunpeng glanced at Zhunti sullenly and said nothing!
"Fellow Taoist, please give way!" Zhunti said, leading his colleagues to say that their cultivation had reached the extreme, and they all pressed towards Kunpeng.