The Strongest Father of Fantasy

Chapter 513: All Saints! Hong Junxian

He heard the words of Hongyun Patriarch, his expression changed slightly, and he waved his hand and said, "Nuwa girl, you also want to sit on the futon and watch the sermon of Lord Hongjun. You are the only female among us, we You should be humble and let you. "

Women are weak and are in disadvantaged groups in the race. This concept existed in the era of floods. Now in Zixiao Palace, there are quite a few quasi-sanctuaries, but there are only one female quasi-sanctuary, and you can see that women are indeed vulnerable groups.

"Thanks to Brother Hongyun's kindness. It's just that Nu Wa is late for herself and can't blame others. And everyone likes this futon seat. I'm not good enough to win love." Nu Wa said with a bit of frustration.

"It's okay! Sister Nuwa. My brother Kunpeng and I just gave the seats to the two brothers of the Western Shuangsheng. I think he would be willing to give his place to you." He said softly.

At this time, he heard the ancestor of Styx, and he already began to scold his mother. Both Stygian Patriarch and Kun Peng showed their indignation at the same time.

The two of them shouted at the same time: You idiot, you gave up a futon that represents a chance of peerlessness, and also involved us both.

At this time, Taiqing he took the lead and said: "Brother Hongyun said good, some of our big men occupy the seats, let Nuwa sister and a woman stand there, why don't you bear it."

"Yeah. Yeah. We came here to hear, not to compete for seats. If you don't even have the demeanor of the seat, you should be ashamed of the word Sheng." Yuqing said with his words.

At this time, he heard the words of the Stygian ancestor, and he kept scolding Sanqing's despicable hypocrisy. If you Sanqing really have such a magnanimity, why not let your futon out, but let us the honest man Stygian give up?

But Sanqing's strength was originally the best in the quasi-saint. The three teamed up, coupled with the good old man Hongyun and the idiot, he had no ability to resist.

So the ancestor of Stygian left his futon in disgrace and glanced at the seat reluctantly. At this time, Nu Wa showed a little unexpected color. Although she felt faint in her heart, it was unreasonable to do so, but the chance was touching. For the sake of chance and futon, she had to sit on the last futon.

At this time, Sanqing, the Taoist, the quasi-proclaiming Taoist and the Nuwa sat on the futon, while Kunpeng, the old man of Red Cloud and the old man of the Stygian River could only stand behind the futon.

It was another half day, and several quasi-holy strongmen came here one after another. For example, the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, the phoenix lord of the Phoenix clan, and the ancestral dragon of the dragon clan, the leader of the demon clan, Di Jun and Tai Huang.

For a time in the wilderness world, quasi-sanctified strong men with heads and faces gathered almost together.

auzw.com In the early morning of the second day, a mysterious Taoist sound resounded inside the Zixiao Palace. This sound does not contain the slightest feelings or even emotions, Gu Bo does not surprise the four words to describe just right.

Suddenly, above the six futons, a ghost appeared on the pulpit. The phantom gradually solidified gradually. When the phantom is turned into a real image, it is an old man who looks like a creature sitting on the pulpit.

The old man's appearance seemed to be shrouded in mist. Rao was the quasi-holy of all present, with supernatural powers and boundless mana, and he couldn't even see the face shrouded in mist.

Sanqing and the three of them took the lead in showing admiration and ecstasy. The three of them suddenly shouted, "Disciples have seen Master."

The words of the three came out, and the other quasi-saints also saw the unfathomable of the old man. They immediately understood that the old man on the pulpit is the famous Hongjun saint, which is the strongest existence in the wild world today.

At this time, the Taoist quasi-proclaimer Dao Nuwa and the Niangniang and others also shouted, "Worship Lord Hongjun."

As soon as he appeared, the sacrificial offerings of all the saints were beyond the imagination of everyone in the flood. All of them were quasi-saints, all ancestors of various ethnic groups, who stood high on weekdays and overlooked all living beings. But today, these ancestor-like people met Hong Jun and looked down.

"Everyone is free!" Hong Jun said with a voice that seemed to fit the main road without any emotion.

As soon as he said this, the quasi-saints who bowed slightly to worship him only straightened up. They look at Hongjun's eyes, admiration, awe, fanaticism, conviction, and yearning. All kinds of expressions are different and difficult to explain.

At this time, Hongjun said lightly: "Qin Mu Daoyou, you have been watching for so long, it's better to show up. I haven't seen you for a long time since the hour and the sky."

"Haha. Hongjun deserves to be Hongjun. Honghuang World, Infinite Territories, Hundreds of Thousands of Time and Space, I can find the existence of Qin Mu snooping, and only you Hongjun.

At this time, a vast expanse of sound that made people unable to bear a heart of resistance appeared out of nowhere in Zixiao Palace. At this moment, all the quasi-Saints in Zixiao Palace looked around in horror.

These quasi-sacred mana are boundless, and have come to Zixiao Palace for a long time. If it was not Hong Jun who spoke, they did not know that there was a brilliant existence hidden in the dark.

However, regardless of the quasi-Saints and their magical powers, they can't find the source of the sound, let alone find Qin Mu.

At this time, the space and time outside the sky and space seemed to be distorted, and the space and time were all folded like paper easily. Hundreds of millions of light-years, infinite time and space, now turn into a few inches. ..

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