Honghuang: Just became the prince of the East and established the strongest heaven

The great powers who had just been admonished like grandchildren looked at the seriously injured Haotian boy and the pig-headed Yaochi boy in bewilderment.

At the same time, he secretly said in his heart: "Happy, the two golden ants dare to pretend to be a tiger, and the wicked still need to be grinded by the wicked. This time they kicked the steel plate!"

After beating the two violently, Qi Xuan brought them to his feet, and taught them condescendingly:

"Do you know why I hit you two?"

"No... I don't know!" The two huddled together and replied with horror on their faces.

"First, you don't have any elder brothers. All the great masters here are the outer disciples of Taoist ancestors, so they can be regarded as your senior brothers!"

"Second, you are not polite. Brothers, I haven't seen each other for so many years. Is it wrong to say hello when you meet?"

"Third, you are pretending to be a tiger, and delay Hongjun Daozu's preaching."

"These three charges add up, I sentence you to death, you should have no objection!"

Hearing Qi Xuan's words, boy Haotian and boy Yaochi turned pale.

"Brother Dongwanggong, you can't kill me, I'm your junior brother!" Haotian didn't dare to threaten him anymore, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Hey, I didn't really want to kill you, but I just wanted to teach you a lesson. I'm very pleased that you can realize your mistakes. You should lead the way and don't delay Daozu's preaching!" Qi Xuan said lightly.

"Okay, brother, come with me!" After saying that, Boy Haotian and Yaochi welcomed Qi Xuan and Yaoqiong in respectfully.

The Sanqing outside the door, the Second Saint of the West, and the great powers of all parties are in a state of petrification.

"Why didn't Daozu come forward? Could it be that Daozu couldn't understand what Haotian boy did."

"Ancestor Dao really defended us!" Everyone secretly thanked in their hearts.

In fact, Hongjun in Zixiao Palace didn't know what happened outside the dojo, and was preparing the content of the next sermon.

They thanked Hongjun better than thanking Duke Dong who stood up for justice.

Soon everyone entered Zixiao Palace.

There are just seven futons in front, which are occupied by Sanqing, Nuwa, and the Second Saint of the West. After all, it was the futon occupied by six of them when he heard the sermon for the first time.

But the first sermon was six futons, and now there is one more.

Kunpeng's eyes lit up, and he got up and was about to fly to the futon.

The first time he listened to the sermon, he had already grabbed the seat, but Hong Yun gave up his seat to the two Westerners because of his troubles, and he lost his own seat as a result.

"I should take this seat!" Kunpeng threw himself on the seventh futon.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Kunpeng flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"I am the lord of the Heavenly Court, and I deserve this position. What do you think?" Qi Xuan glanced at the three thousand mortals with a domineering expression.

"I agree, a generation born from wetness is worthy of sitting with us." Yuanshi Tianzun said with a look of disdain.

"Hmph, Yuanshi Tianzun, what do you mean? You are the only one who is noble!" Suddenly Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun came out from the backyard of Zixiao Palace.

Qi Xuan took a deep look at Hongjun who was sitting on the cloud bed.

It is obvious that Hongjun is giving Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun a small talk.

"Ding! Grab the seventh position, show off the prestige of the heavens in front of three thousand people in the world, and reward: the best innate spiritual treasure Hunyuan Thunder Hammer."

Qi Xuan didn't talk nonsense, and sat directly on the seventh futon.

"Prince Dong, you..." Donghuang Taiyi was furious when he saw this.

"What are you? I'm defeated, if you're dishonest, I'll kill you again!" Qi Xuan said mercilessly.

Everyone present was startled, they didn't expect Duke Dong to dare to act presumptuously in front of Hongjun.

Seeing that Qi Xuan didn't give himself face, Di Jun said with a gloomy face:
"It's fine if you don't give our brother face, but you dare to act presumptuously in front of Daozu, do you take Daozu seriously!"

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Hongjun, as if they wanted to find out the true intentions of Daozu.

"Hehe, I think it's because you don't pay attention to the Dao ancestor, let alone the three thousand fellow Taoists, wasting everyone's time listening to the sermon!" Qi Xuan buckled his hat with his backhand.

"Okay, the seventh seat is for the East Prince, Dijun, Taiyi, you and Haotian Yaochi stand next to me and listen!" Hong Jun interrupted the dispute between several people.

Hearing Hongjun's voice, Dijun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng did not dare to have any objections, and agreed immediately.

Qi Xuan asked Yao Qiong to sit next to him, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind, ready to listen to the sermon wholeheartedly.

Only Kunpeng sat in the back with a gloomy face and didn't say anything.

The Taoist ancestor on the cloud bed began to preach, and saw that the entire Zixiao Palace was filled with purple air, bursts of mysterious fairy sounds sounded, the sky was full of flowers, and countless agile mysterious yellow air condensed into groups of golden lotus surging.

All of a sudden, there were many visions in the dojo, and the Taoist rhyme lingered.

Everyone in the dojo sometimes laughed, sometimes depressed, some people were happy, some were beating their chests and feet, with different expressions.

But only the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt uncomfortable and yawned boredly. If it wasn't for the fear of interrupting the three thousand Hongchen guests, the grumpy Ancestral Witch would have left Zixiao Palace long ago.

But Houtu listened very seriously, and tried his best to make himself record more practice methods.

In the blink of an eye, time flies three years ago, and Hongjun's second sermon is over.

A gleam flashed in Qi Xuan's eyes. Hongjun said a lot in this sermon, but he only mentioned a little bit about the method of beheading a corpse.

"The second sermon is officially over and the third begins after 3000 years!"

"Thank you Daozu for your kindness in evangelism!" The three thousand Hongchen guests all said in unison.

Hongjun nodded, and immediately said, "Dijun, Taiyi!"

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi seemed to have known what Hongjun was going to do, and immediately took a step forward.

"The demon clan is the largest clan in the prehistoric world, but they are greedy and bloodthirsty. I entrust you two as the leaders of the prehistoric demon clan, and manage the prehistoric demon clan well!"

As soon as these words came out, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi looked happy, but the three thousand guests in the world of mortals immediately cast their eyes on Dong Wanggong.

Qi Xuan was also furious in his heart, just when he was about to speak, a warning voice sounded in his ear.

"Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are the protagonists of the next immeasurable catastrophe, you cannot object!"

Qi Xuan glanced at Hongjun, knowing that this was a warning from Hongjun.

"But in order to compensate you, I will give you a complete method of beheading corpses!"

Hearing this, Qi Xuan was overjoyed, he was not the group of geniuses in the novels of later generations, day in and day out, all kinds of methods of beheading Hongjun who looked down on Hongjun.

To be honest, if it is not the Chaos Demon God and the original power of Chaos, beheading the corpse to become a saint is the best choice.

Of course, this is the case without the original power of chaos. If Hongjun has complete original power, he must also follow the path of lawful sanctification.

It's a pity that conditions don't allow it!
Everyone present was also surprised to see that Prince Dong did not object.

When Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai saw that Qi Xuan had no objection, the smiles on their faces gradually became presumptuous.

"Laugh, laugh, wait for your monster clan to fall, and see if you can still laugh!" Qi Xuan sneered in his heart.