I fell asleep to the westward journey

Time, the second sermon had just ended, and the place was outside Zixiao Palace.

Among the three thousand Zixiao guests.

It can be said that Sanqing's harvest is the greatest, and now the three of them are only half a foot away from entering the quasi-sage realm!

The hearts of the three were all overjoyed.

Especially Yuqing, who was only thinking about how to quickly break through the quasi-sage, and then let everyone in the prehistoric world know what Pangu is authentic!

Thinking that she was about to break through the quasi-sage and join the ranks of the prehistoric powerhouses, Yuqing felt a little excited.

"Second brother, third brother, there are still thousands of years before the next lecture of Taoist ancestor, we can go back to retreat first, and we will be able to break through the quasi-sage soon!"

Taiqing was very much looking forward to what the quasi-sage realm he had always dreamed of would be like.

After a pause, Taiqing said again: "The Dao ancestor's Taoism is very mysterious, we must practice hard."

Yuqing nodded, he firmly believed in Daogan's wonderful method.

It's just that there is something unusual in Shangqing's eyes.

"Brothers, this time I want to go to Buzhou Mountain first, feel the majesty of Father God, and then ask that senior about the way of swordsmanship."

It's hard to say what's wrong, Shangqing always felt that there was something wrong with the method of proving the Tao by beheading three corpses, so he said it here.

Taiqing and Yuqing were also stunned when they heard this.

But the two didn't stop them, they just nodded and let Shang Qing go back to Kunlun earlier.

After making up their minds, the three of them also traveled through the endless chaos and flew to the prehistoric land.

The rest of the three thousand Zixiao guests also returned with bright smiles.

This time Zixiao Palace listened to the sermon, most of the living beings gained something, except for Taiqing and Yuqing, Xihuang, Yaodi, Dijun, Xixi Jieyin, Zhunti, etc., all the chaotic creatures had gained a lot .

After leaving Zixiao Palace, everyone was anxious to go back to retreat, deepen their understanding, and want to break through the realm.

After all, in the prehistoric world, strength is the most important thing!

Although the prehistoric world seems to be calm now, there is actually an undercurrent surging, and all forces are ready to move, secretly planning the future.

For example, Dong Jun, the head of the Great Desolate Male Immortal, secretly feuded with the demon emperor and the emperor of the demon tribe, and fought openly and secretly in various ways to restrict each other.

But outside the gate of Zixiao Palace, the two brothers, Yaodi and Dijun, were staring at Dongjun's back with a cold gaze.

The emperor's expression was indifferent: "The prehistoric world should be dominated by the demon clan, but the Dao ancestor actually appointed Dong Jun, who is of low strength, to be the head of the prehistoric male immortals? It's ridiculous!"

The demon emperor echoed in a deep voice: "Wait for me to go back and plan something, and find a way to destroy Dongjun!"

Between the words, the icy murderous intent emanating from the demon emperor and the emperor made people shudder and keep them at a respectful distance.

Soon, three thousand Zixiao guests left here one after another.

to the end.

There is only one beautiful figure left, still staying in front of Zixiao Palace.

This person is one of the ancestor witches of the witch clan, Houtu.

Well, the Houtu here is still called Houtu.

Hou Tu stared at the front with a pair of beautiful eyes, and the closed vermilion door seemed to be a little tangled.

I saw his white teeth biting his red lips lightly, mustered up his courage, took small lotus steps, stepped forward and said: "The junior Wu clan Houtu, I have always wanted to ask the Taoist ancestor a question, I wonder if the ancestor can give me some advice?"

At this time, in Zixiao Palace, Daogan frowned slightly, and immediately sent out a voice transmission: "If you have any questions, please wait until the next sermon to ask."

If it wasn't for Daogan's achievements in Houtu in the future, he is the founder of authentic Taoism, I'm afraid I won't bother to pay attention to it.

But Hou Tu was unmoved, and said anxiously: "Please ask Dao Patriarch to explain this junior's doubts, otherwise I am afraid that this junior will not be able to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon next time."

There was silence again.

a long time.

A voice without joy or sorrow came from Zixiao Palace: "You can ask."

Hou Tu was overjoyed when he heard that, hope flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he said hastily, "May I ask the teacher, my witch clan is born without a soul, so I can't practice the magic of immortality, can I cultivate immortality?"

The Wu people don't respect the heaven and the earth, they only respect the father god Pangu, standing upright.

Even if Daogan preached in Zixiao Palace, the Wu Clan only sent a representative from Houtu.

After all, the Wu Clan was born with an incomplete primordial spirit, so they could only cultivate physical strength and control the power of laws, and could not comprehend the magic of immortality at all.

And Houtu, in order to make up for this shortcoming of the Wu Clan, willingly endured loneliness and forced himself to listen to the sermon in Zixiao Palace for so many years.

But because there is no primordial spirit by birth, when other creatures have gained something after listening to the sermon, only Houtu has nothing.

Regarding the issue of Houtu, Daogan knew it clearly, knowing that Houtu's opportunity to prove the Dao was not above the primordial spirit, and even the Wu Clan had no chance of the Dao of Heaven.

So he said via voice transmission: "The primordial spirit of the Wu clan is lacking, so you can't cultivate the way of immortality, and you can't behead a corpse to become a saint. This is why you have heard nothing in Zixiao Palace for thousands of years."

Hou Tu fell into deep thought after hearing this, and wanted to leave without saying anything else.

But at this moment, it suddenly occurred to her that there was a mysterious and powerful person on Mount Buzhou who was unpredictable and might be able to solve the problem of the Wu clan!

Then she asked again: "Then dare to ask the teacher, will the mysterious power on Mount Buzhou have a solution?"

"cannot!"

When Hou Tu mentioned Lin Zhengshi, Dao Gan immediately denied it.

Immediately interrupted Houtu's words, and said indifferently: "There is no Tao that you Wu Clan are pursuing here in Pindao, and neither will the one from Buzhou Mountain!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Hou Tu's tender body trembled slightly, and the voice of that pretty face was full of disappointment.

There are waves of sadness lingering in his heart!

Pity her for wasting thousands of years in Zixiao Palace, but she got nothing in the end!

that's it.

With a heavy heart and tears in his eyes, Houtu sadly left Zixiao Palace.

After Houtu left Zixiao Palace, he flew through the chaos at a very high speed, and returned to the prehistoric land after hundreds of years.