After Tucheng Daosheng, my identity was exposed

Even if the three thousand powers present are almost the most powerful existence in the wild.

But only a small number of them have innate spirit treasures.

It is even more valuable!

However, Di Jiang shook his head and said, "No change!"

Di Jiang had already thought about it, and exchanged the six futons for the original six saints, so that the six shares of karma could maximize their value.

Moreover, Hong Yun, as a person who was also selected by the "Senior World Master", has a bright future in the future, and Di Jiang will definitely give him this face.

When everyone heard that a top-grade innate spirit treasure would not be exchanged for a futon, they were even more convinced that the six futons represented a great opportunity.

Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback when he heard the words, and felt extremely lost.

However, facing this great opportunity, he couldn't give up so easily, and immediately cast a look of help to Hong Yun.

Hong Yun knew that it was impossible not to help, so he could only plead, "Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, please let me have a futon and my best friend Zhen Yuanzi, the two of you, Pindao, will always remember the kindness of fellow Daoists and the Wu Clan!"

A trace of displeasure immediately appeared on Di Jiang's face.

He had already given a futon to Hong Yun, but Hong Yun still wanted to help Zhen Yuanzi, it was a little too much.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, to tell the truth, although I have received advice from the 'Senior Lord of the World', I will no longer be seduced and plotted against. But these two people, I will kill them! Fellow Daoist happened to take the seats of the two of them." How about letting me and my best friend Zhen Yuanzi?"

Hong Yun hurriedly transmitted the voice, and what he said was the truth.

He had already figured it out before, not to mention that his death itself had something to do with Jieyin and Zhunti, but to say that after he gave up the futon to these two people, the other party owed him karma, Kunpeng wanted to kill him, but Do not save.

It shows that these two people are ungrateful and despicable villains, and they must be killed when they have the opportunity in the future!

Chapter 9 Hongyun: I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a bad guy

Although Di Jiang was a little surprised by the great changes in the good old Hongyun.

But after thinking about it, he still agreed, "Then give one to Zhen Yuanzi, but the Lingbao will not be used."

Dijiang originally planned to let only one futon be picked up and picked up.

Since Hong Yun wants to kill these two people, and with the care of the "Senior Realm Lord", it is likely to succeed, then the karma of receiving and accepting the introduction and quasi-promotion does not exist, and it is better to let Zhen Yuanzi.

As for the Lingbao, it is like a piece of scrap iron, worthless to the Wu Clan without Yuanshen.

Moreover, what they let futon fancy is the karma of the future saint.

If the spirit treasure is received, the cause and effect will be greatly reduced.

"Thank you, buddy, thank you buddy!"

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi blushed with excitement, thanked him again and again, and happily sat on the seat next to Patriarch Hongyun.

The rest of the prehistoric masters present were even more convinced that those six futons represented a great opportunity, and their value far exceeded that of the top-grade innate spirit treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, may I ask what is the chance for these six purple futons?"

At this time, Sanqing, who thought he was noble, couldn't help it anymore, and secretly asked Hongyun via voice transmission.

Hearing this, Hong Yun thought quickly.

Sanqing is the authentic Pangu, with great luck to open up the sky.

And when he saw the list of prehistoric characters when he was answering the question before, he already knew that Sanqing was the future Sansage.

If you tell Sanqing the secret of the purple futon, you can also guide Sanqing to become a saint, and you can also reap a share of karma.

The witches rely on the futon for saint karma.

He exchanged prophetic information for saint karma, which seems to be not bad.

Therefore, Patriarch Hongyun also told Sanqing about the process of being summoned into the system space to answer the questions.

Ever since she knew in the answering space that the prehistoric world was full of calculations and had predicted her own death, Hong Yun's mentality had changed drastically.

The good old man is no longer so innocent, and can even be said to have begun to "blacken".

Hearing this, Sanqing's face showed deep shock, and his heart was even more turbulent.

They originally thought that Saint Hongjun was already the strongest in the prehistoric world.

But now it seems that the "Senior World Master" is far stronger than Hongjun, and has even reached the point of being omniscient and even omnipotent.

In addition to marveling at the mystery and power of "Senior World Master", he is eager to meet him.

Sanqing also coveted the futon that represented the position of saint.

"Fellow Daoist of the Witch Clan, considering that we are both descendants of Pangu, can you give me three futons for my three brothers?"

Taiqing Laozi stood up with Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian and asked.

"can."

Di Jiang glanced at Sanqing, and directly asked the three ancestor witches to stand up, and exchanged places with Sanqing.

Thus, Sanqing was so justifiable that he sat on the first row of futons seemingly effortlessly.

This time, the other great powers present were even more excited.

Sanqing originally regarded himself as pure and noble, and even disdained to be Pangu authentic with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But now, for the first time, he let go of the arrogance in his heart and took the initiative to ask the twelve ancestor witches for a position.

From this point of view, the futon must contain a great opportunity!

Moreover, of the six futons, only the one sitting on the back soil is left.

The Duke of the East, Queen Mother of the West, Nuwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng and others who were present were all determined to win this position.

"Fellow Daoist of the Witch Clan, can you give up the last position to the poor Daoist?"

All of a sudden, hundreds of prehistoric powers stood up and asked.

They are all at the level of Da Luo Jinxian, or close to the realm of Da Luo Jinxian.

Of course, the position of Di Jun and Dong Huangtai is also very coveted.

But they also know that their relationship with the Wu Clan is not good, and they even almost got into a fight with Gong Gong and Zhu Rong before.

So I didn't ask for a futon to ask for a futon.

Houtu had already received a voice transmission from Dijiang, asking her to give up the last seat to Nuwa.

First of all, Nuwa herself is one of the original six sages, and wooing Nuwa is tantamount to wooing Fuxi, buy one get one free, and earn blood.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I would like to give you the futon."

Houtu stood up directly and said.

"Thank you buddy!"

Nuwa immediately beamed with joy, and exchanged a glance with Fuxi, her face was full of excitement.

"Thank you buddy."

Fu Xi also saluted slightly to the Wu Clan, full of gratitude in his heart.

Hundreds of prehistoric powers sought this position together, but the Wu Clan gave up this position to Nuwa.

Both Nuwa and Fuxi will keep this kindness in their hearts.

After Houtu and Nuwa finished switching seats, all six futons were filled.

Patriarch Kunpeng looked at the six people sitting happily on the futon, his eyes were red with jealousy.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, can you give me your position?"

In the end, the ancestor of Kunpeng turned his attention to Hong Yun.

In Kunpeng's view, Hongyun is the biggest fool in the prehistoric world, as long as he speaks, Hongyun is likely to give up his seat.

However, what the ancestor Kunpeng didn't expect was that the ancestor Hongyun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he yelled at him directly:

"roll!"

This violent rolling word echoed in Zixiao Palace for a long time, shocking everyone immediately.

In their impression, Patriarch Hongyun always smiled and was very kind to everyone.

When competing for the birth treasure several times, because of his soft heart, he handed over the treasure that he almost got.

The image of Hongyun as a good man was deeply ingrained in everyone's minds. They didn't expect him to be so violent today.

At this moment, Hong Yun looked at Kunpeng, and his heart was already full of killing intent. If there is a chance in the future, he must kill Kunpeng first!

He was so friendly before, but in the end he ended up dead.

Then what kind of bad guy is he?

He had no choice before, now he wants to be a bad guy!

Kunpeng felt so humiliated when he was reprimanded by Hongyun in full view.

He also had killing intent towards Hong Yun in his heart.

But when he felt the real murderous aura emanating from Hongyun Patriarch, he was shocked.

"What's wrong with Hongyun today? Why does it look like a different person?"

Kunpeng Patriarch looked at the steaming red cloud, and Zhen Yuanzi who also had malicious eyes, finally shrank his head and calmed down.

Although the other prehistoric powers present were still coveting the six futon seats.

But the people sitting on it are not something they can shake.

Sanqing is one, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi are good friends, and Nuwa also has her elder brother Fuxi to help.

Even if they were unwilling, they could only give up and wait for Saint Hongjun to appear and preach.

The gate of Zixiao Palace has gradually closed at this time.

Suddenly, two disheveled, ragged men with sad faces rushed in through the crack of the door.

These two people are the quasi-mention and reception from the west.

After they came in, they looked around, only to find that all the futons in Zixiao Palace were already filled with people, and there were no empty seats.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly had an idea in their hearts.

"Brother, my west has been barren for a long time, and all living beings are in great misery."

"The two of us came to listen to the saint's preaching on behalf of all sentient beings in the West, and we will benefit the West when we return."

"How could I have thought that it is a long way to come here, and when I arrive, there will be no place!"

"If we can't listen to the sage's preaching and return empty-handed, what will it look like to see the miserable beings in the West? It's better to hit our heads to death!"

Zhunti burst into tears immediately, with snot and tears streaming down his nose, and even wanted to hit his head against a pillar.

Chapter 10 I'm the one who should cooperate with your performance and turn a blind eye

"Pretend, you fucking continue to pretend?"

All the powerful people present looked at Zhunti and Yingying with idiot eyes.

A strong man in the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, let alone hitting a pillar, will not die even if he hits the sun.

Moreover, Zhunti was notoriously shameless in the prehistoric world when he led the two of them.

When encountering a treasure opportunity, if you can grab it, you can grab it, if you can't grab it, you can cheat it, if you can't cheat it, you can steal it, it can be said that it is notorious.

Those present would not even believe a single punctuation mark in what they said.

Zhun Ti Jie Yin also knew that these people would not believe it, but their main target was Hong Yun Patriarch sitting in the first row.

After all, Patriarch Hongyun is notoriously a fool.

The last time the three of them competed for a mid-grade innate spirit treasure, Hong Yun almost got it.

Zhunti sold out miserably, and Hongyun handed over Lingbao.

This time, Zhunti Jieyin intends to repeat the old tricks and come up with a duo to win the sympathy of Hongyun Patriarch and get the top position.

"Brother, you can't die. If you die, how can I, brother, take on the important task of revitalizing the West?"

"All living beings in the West are still waiting for us to save them!"