The Great Desolation: The Strongest Man Who Came Out of Hongmeng

Anyone with a little discernment can see that the Xiayi on Zhou Xian'er's body is definitely a treasure.

The most important thing is that Zhou Xian'er is only a golden immortal.

It's just that with the Great Sword Sovereign beside them, these people don't dare to have any crooked thoughts at all.

Not long after, Jian Yang and Zhou Xian'er passed the abyss and appeared in front of Zixiao Palace.

"Senior brother, the door is not open."

"Then knock on the door."

Jian Yang smiled slightly and took Zhou Xian'er to knock on the door.

"Open the door!"

"Dong dong!"

Zhou Xian'er knocked on the door of Zixiao Palace, knocking on the whole door shaking.

"stop."

At this time, Sanqing also passed the abyss.

"My master, the holy land of cultivation, how can I be so presumptuous?"

Yuan Shi frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Dajian Zun, knock on the door a little more gently."

Lao Tzu looked at Jian Yang and said slowly.

Jianyang is the Great Sword Sovereign, even if Sanqing is a direct disciple of the sage, he would not dare to speak loudly.

However, Jianyang just glanced at them and didn't pay much attention to them.

"Daoist Hongjun, if you don't open the door again, I will split the door."

Jianyang suddenly said.

Hearing this, Sanqing's expression changed slightly.

Those who were crossing the abyss were even more frightened to fall.

Splitting the gate of Zixiao Palace, doesn't that mean to offend the saint?

After a few breaths, Zixiao Palace remained motionless.

"Chong!"

Suddenly, a supreme sword light rose into the sky, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, the sharp edge was soaring to the sky, and it crashed down.

At this moment, everyone could feel the terrifying sword intent contained in the sword glow.

A sword can cut time and space!

Tongtian's eyes lit up even more, his eyes staring straight at the sword glow.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the door of Zixiao Palace trembled slightly and slowly opened.

"Brother, the door is open."

"go in."

Only then did Jian Yang dissipate the sword glow, put away the Zijian Immeasurable Sword, and went in directly with Little Loli.

At this time, the three thousand red dust guests finally crossed the abyss and rushed into the Zixiao Palace.

There are three thousand futons in the Zixiao Palace, but the six futons in the front exude Taoism and are different.

For a time, many people went to fight directly.

Sanqing grabbed three, Nuwa grabbed one, Kunpeng and Hongyun grabbed one each.

"Senior brother, I want to sit in the front."

Zhou Xian'er said suddenly.

"Let's go then."

Jian Yang walked over with Zhou Xian'er, and said directly to Kunpeng on the last futon: "Get up, give my junior sister a seat."

"Great Sword Sovereign... This seat was robbed by me with all my hard work..."

Kunpeng's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice.

"Then the seat has been snatched from you now, is it alright?"

Jian Yang looked calm and said slowly.

"..."

Kunpeng finally relented.

A half saint, he can't afford to offend.

Then Jianyang sat down on a futon behind Zhou Xian'er.

Hongyun next to him is Zhen Yuanzi's friend, so he won't rob it.

What's more, he is not rare.

The last two dusty Taoists entered the Zixiao Palace at the last moment.

These two people are the quasi-promotion and reception of the Western land.

The two stared at the six futons at a glance, and then began to sell miserably.

"Senior brother, those two people are so pitiful."

Zhou Xian'er couldn't help but feel pity and looked back at Jian Yang.

Jian Yang smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about them, they are pretending."

Hearing this, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's expressions changed slightly, and they cried even harder.

In the end, Hongyun kindly gave up the position to Zhunti.

Then Zhunti looked at Zhou Xian'er and said with a smile: "Little friend, look at the two of us here, one of us has no seat, can you make a seat?"

"No, you lied."

Zhou Xian'er shook her head and refused directly.

Zhunti still wanted to speak, but suddenly Jianyang's eyes turned cold and he said slowly, "If you say one more word, this seat will cut you into two pieces."

"..."

Zhunti's heart trembled suddenly, and he didn't dare to speak any more.

As for the positions of Nuwa and Sanqing, they dared not conspire.

After all, they are the same class.

Not long after, Hongjun arrived, looked at the three thousand red dust guests in front of him, and nodded slightly.

When I saw Jianyang and Zhou Xian'er, my heart sank.

"We pay homage to the saint."

Among the three thousand mortals, only Jian Yang, Zhou Xian'er, and Zhen Yuanzi did not worship.

"Fourth Senior Brother, that person looks so annoying."

Zhou Xian'er pointed to Hong Jun in front of her and suddenly said.

For some reason, Zhou Xian'er felt disgusted when she saw Hongjun.

"hiss……"

The faces of the people around suddenly changed suddenly, pointing to the saint and saying that this person is very annoying, don't you want to live?

Even the Great Sword Sovereign beside her still hasn't proven Dao Primordial Primordial.

Daoist Hongjun's face sank, and he said slowly, "Little friend, speak carefully."

"Fellow Daoist Jianyang, when did you have a little junior sister?"

Daoist Hongjun said suddenly.

"Not long ago, as for who my master is, you don't need to inquire, you will know when the time comes."

Jian Yang smiled lightly and did not speak any further.

"Since fellow Daoist Jianyang made a special trip to bring his junior sister to listen to Pindao's preaching, it is also a good thing."

Daoist Hongjun nodded slightly and said softly.

"I'm sorry, my junior sister didn't come to listen to the sermon. She just thought it was lively here, so she brought her to see it."

Jianyang shrugged and told the truth.

Hearing this, Daoist Hongjun's face turned blue, he simply ignored Jianyang and began to preach.

Soon, everyone will understand.

What Jianyang said was true.

Because less than a hundred years later, Zhou Xian'er fell asleep.

Zhou Xian'er fell asleep while listening.

Three thousand red dust guests, the only living creature that was asleep.

This sleep is three thousand years.

"Xian'er, go, go back."

Jian Yang looked at Zhou Xian'er who was still sleeping and said with a smile.

"Ah? Senior brother, is it over?"

"Well, it's over."

"It's so boring, I won't come next time."

Zhou Xian'er muttered, and then left with Jian Yang.

"Fellow Daoist Jianyang, you little junior sister, it's time to learn etiquette."

Hongjun suddenly said.

"These are not your turn to talk about."

Jian Yang glanced at Daoist Hongjun with a calm face, and said nothing polite.

Since the last time with the three clans, Jianyang has not been very fond of Hongjun, let alone polite.

After speaking, Jian Yang turned around and left.

Daoist Hongjun's face was gloomy, and he almost shot.

But until he didn't know who Jianyang's master was, he still didn't dare to make a move rashly.

"Who is it that taught such a disciple? Sea King? God's Rebellion? Or Ming Xi? Or raised eyebrows?"

Daoist Hongjun's eyes flickered, and if he could teach a disciple like Jianyang, he was at least a master of Hunyuan.

As for Zhou Xian'er, because there are such treasures as Hunyuan Caixiayi, even a saint can't spy on his heels and feet, and he can't see through.