Honghuang: Fellow Taoist Emperor Jun, please show your noble hand.

"The Western Continent is miserable."

"The battle between immortals and demons was ruined. We brothers tried our best to recover, but to no avail. We were almost late even for the sermon."

"Fellow Taoists from the Eastern Continent, how can you bear it? You don't even have a seat for us brothers. Ugh, we brothers are suffering..."

At this point, Jieyin and Zhunti hugged each other and cried, with tears and runny noses running down their faces. They still looked powerful, as if their biological father had died.

Everyone couldn't help but frown, and the soft-hearted ones sighed again and again, showing signs of sympathy, especially Hongyun.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he took the initiative to come out and comforted: "My two Taoists, there is no need to be sad. We are also aware of the situation in the West."

"If there is any need for help, as long as the two fellow Taoists speak, we, the Eastern monks, will definitely lend a helping hand."

Jieyin and Zhunti raised their heads and saw Hongyun. They couldn't help but cursed secretly, thinking that it was useless for you to stand up and speak, and you didn't have a futon.

Zhunti was clever, rolled his eyes, and said with tears: "Thank you Taoist Fellow Hongyun for your understanding."

"Our brothers don't have any other requests. We just came all the way and are exhausted. We want to find a futon to rest on. I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to give up the futon?!"

As he spoke, he blinked a few times and looked at Dijun Taiyi.

Unfortunately, these two people sat firmly and ignored them.

He sighed and looked at Laozi and Yuanshi again.

The two of them were also motionless, as if unaware.

He had no choice but to focus on Chang Xi and Xihe.

After all, Chang Xi and Xihe were women, with soft hearts and soft hands. They cried bitterly when they heard Zhunti's instructions, and they couldn't bear it.

At this time, seeing Zhunti looking straight over, they were even more on pins and needles, their faces turned red, and they almost didn't get up and give up their seats immediately.

At the critical moment, Di Jun quickly sent a message: "No, you two fairies, this futon is a great opportunity on the road to cultivation, how can you give it to others?!"

"As the saying goes, if you don't take what God gives you, you will be punished by it. Either your body will die or your soul will be scattered. You two fairies, please think twice."

"As for the Second Path from the West, it's a great chance that they can get here before the gate of Zixiao Palace closes..."

Chang Xi and Xi He looked at each other with solemn expressions, bowed slightly to Emperor Jun, and sat down again, no longer affected.

The good old man Hongyun lost his temper. He stepped forward and said with a frown: "The two fairies Chang Xi, Xihe, and the two Taoist friends Zhunti and Yingyin are guests from afar. Do you want to give up your seats?!"

"Well, in order to make amends, I will give these two ginseng fruits to the two fairies, okay?!"

Being kidnapped by such morals, Chang Xi and Xihe suddenly fell into the spotlight. For a moment, they were being pointed at, and it seemed that they could not give up.

Di Jun saw all this and couldn't help but snorted. He was extremely dissatisfied with Hong Yun in particular.

Originally, he thought it was a pity that Hong Yun, a good old man, died, but now it seems that if he doesn't do something, he will die. Hong Yun's death is entirely his own fault.

"Stop making noise. If you have the ability, you can come and grab it. Otherwise, get out of here."

With a sharp shout, his whole body's aura surged, and two top-quality innate spiritual treasures from Hetu Luoshu appeared above his head.

At this time, Hetu Luoshu has been completely refined, and it also contains the power of the stars in the sky, and its power is extremely terrifying.

As soon as it appeared, it made a rumbling sound, causing everyone around to retreat, especially Hongyun, who stumbled and almost fell to his death.

This made Hongyun very dissatisfied. He raised his eyebrows and was about to step forward to argue, but was held back by Zhen Yuanzi.

"Fellow Taoist, this matter has nothing to do with you, why do you have to intervene?!"

"Di Jun is a powerful person that no one in the Qing Dynasty dares to offend. Why do you have to ask for trouble? Are you tired of living a crooked life?!"

"Let's let it go. Whether the Western Second Path can find the futon is their own business. Don't make any mistakes."

Hongyun snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "My fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. I am a powerful person and want to uphold justice for all sentient beings. How can I let Emperor Jun do whatever he wants based on his cultivation?!"

"Today's justice is decided by me, Hongyun. Emperor Jun is the pinnacle of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and I, Hongyun, am not a soft persimmon."

When he said this, his eyes flickered, and a burst of flames burst out from his body, and he was about to rush forward and compete with Di Jun.

Unfortunately, as soon as he took two steps forward, he could no longer move forward. The space in front seemed to be frozen, and he could not break it with his power.

His face instantly became extremely ugly.

Only now did he realize how far behind his cultivation was compared to that of Emperor Jun.

As for Jie Yin and Zhunti, they were knocked out long ago. If not for Emperor Jun's mercy, they would have vomited blood and died.

When all the powerful people saw this scene, they shivered and no longer dared to make any noise.

Even the Sanqing and Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at Di Jun with fear and even caution on their faces.

Of course, not everyone is convinced.

Jie Yin and Zhunti got up from the ground, immediately became furious and couldn't help but curse.

"Who do you think you are, how dare you meddle in other people's business? Do you really think our brothers are afraid of you?!"

"If this place wasn't the Zixiao Palace, a monastery for saints, our brothers would definitely be able to kill you several times by joining forces."

"Those who wear fur and horns are indeed not good people. They use their power to bully others. No, they use their treasures to bully others. Without Hetu Luoshu's two top-quality innate spiritual treasures, who are you..."

Di Jun almost laughed angrily.

I really don't know what is good or bad.

Think I am a sick cat.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly put away Hetu Luoshu, but his body moved suddenly, like a flash of lightning, he suddenly came to Jieyin and Zhunti, and punched out.

This fist looks ordinary, but in fact it implies the power of the star and beast fist. However, the bright stars and the roar of beasts are all obscured by the Chaos Bead.

"Boy, you are too crazy. If you want to deal with us two brothers with just physical fists, you are simply overestimating your capabilities."

Zhunti roared, and the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand flashed with seven colors of light, instantly erupting with terrifying power.

Rumble!

The seven-color light turned into seven weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, and Buddhist bone relics and beads, and attacked Dijun at the same time.

In other words, Di Jun is a physical fist, and he is a magic weapon.

It can also be seen that Zhunti's humbleness is shameless.

However, when the two collided, Di Jun's flesh fist was unharmed, but the seven weapons were instantly turned into powder.

Even the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was affected, making a crackling sound and causing cracks.

puff!

Zhunti spat out blood, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. He trembled and shouted: "Impossible, this is impossible, how could my Seven Treasures Tree fail?!"

But the fact is, he failed!

There are several cracks in the Seven Treasures Tree, and it will not take a year or two to recover.

Jie Yin became anxious and said angrily: "How dare you hurt my junior brother, you are so bold! Take a blow from me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Jie Yin Baozhu, one of the Three Treasures of Jie Yin, hit Di Jun head on.

Di Jun snorted coldly, but still did not use the magic weapon and raised his fist to meet him.

Rumble!

Another bang.

Like a kite with its string cut off, the Jie Yin Baozhu flew into the distance and hit the wall of Zixiao Palace. It almost made a big hole in the wall of Zixiao Palace.

As for the lead, it was like Zhunti, staggering back and spurting out blood.