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Chapter 469 Daoist Hongjun in Zixiao Palace

Zixiao Palace, as the dojo of Daoist Hongjun, floats in the vast void.

Standing on the prehistoric world!
Purple energy rose all over the palace, surrounded by avenues, gathering a huge force of heaven.

At the same time, it also has a meaning of suppressing the prehistoric times.

From Tongtian's point of view, just as that Fuqiu Taoist friend said, it is like a knife hanging above the head, a sword, suppressing everything in the prehistoric all the time.

After taking a deep look in that direction, he fell into the prehistoric world.

At this time, in Zixiao Palace, a thin figure sat cross-legged.

He looks simple, just like an ordinary old Taoist priest.

But in fact, he himself has become perfect.

It seems that three thousand avenues converge into one body, turning into an endless river winding endlessly.

Dao rhyme permeates the whole body, mysterious and mysterious, capricious and unpredictable.

He himself seems to have returned to basics!
Just as Tongtian bowed, he had already opened his old eyes and looked in Tongtian's direction.

Watching that Tongtian enters the prehistoric world.

This person is the teacher of the six saints, the saint teacher respected by countless monks in the prehistoric world, the ancestor of Daoist Hongjun!
And beside him, there was a phantom crossed kneeling.

The phantom also noticed Tongtian, and there was a sound that was uncertain and ethereal.

"He got the Chaos Clock!"

Hearing this, Hongjun's old eyes drooped, and he said in a flat voice, "It's okay."

"The Chaos Clock can also be used to suppress luck!"

The phantom spoke again.

"Chaos Clock dare not!"

Hongjun responded.

Everything seemed to him to be doomed long ago.

There was no ripple in the voice.

"In the prehistoric world, there are variables!"

The phantom made another sound.

"The variable is just the one that escapes."

"Have you found 'one' yet?"

"One, it can be ever-changing, and anyone can become it. It cannot be speculated, deduced, calculated, predicted, nor can it be calculated and controlled. It cannot be measured."

After the phantom heard this, it fell silent.

There was a long silence, and suddenly another sentence popped up.

"Any variable must be eradicated in advance!"

Old Hongjun frowned suddenly, "You mean the eight personal heirs of Jiejiao?"

After pondering for a moment, he said again: "Those eight people are indeed a little strange..."

However, this is also normal.

All living beings, in the face of crisis, especially in the face of ten deaths and no life, will instinctively save themselves and unleash their hidden abilities.

Such things are not surprising at all.

The phantom may not have finished speaking, and spit out another sentence.

"Sanqing is always a family, inseparable..."

That means undoubtedly saying that even if the conflicts are intensified now and they turn against each other, they will join hands in the end.

This is driven by instinct, which cannot be violated by manpower, and cannot be interfered by others.

Sanqing is always Sanqing, and three people should be together.

After all, they were all transformed by Pan Gu Yuanshen.

Hong Jun, who had already known the potential changes and threats, naturally understood what Xu Ying meant.

In fact, I was thinking in my heart, should I bestow the Perishing Saint Pill?
How to bestow it?

In the depths of the opened eyes, a great murderous intent flashed across.

But also waiting, waiting for the best time to come.

"Sanqing is a pawn after all, it can only be used by me..."

"The escaped 'one'..."

Hongjun closed his eyes again, "Ying Jie will definitely show up, and then he will suppress and kill."

It's just that, when he thought of the introduction and acceptance, he was very dissatisfied with the slow speed of comprehension.

Simply, he planned to give those two a few yuan meeting time.

Once it cannot be completed, ask those two to repay the cause and effect of heaven.

Who said those two were sanctified by virtue of their merits borrowed from heaven?
(End of this chapter)