The Great Desolation's

Chapter 81: Hongjun is afraid, at the beginning of the sermon

Anyone who had a hint of sharpness could see that the Xianer Zhou Xianer's body was definitely a treasure.

The most important thing was that Zhou Xianer was only a golden immortal.

It was just that with the Great Sword Sovereign beside them, these people did not dare to have any twisted thoughts at all.

Not long after, Jian Yang and Zhou Xianer passed through the ravine and appeared in front of Zixiao Palace.

"Sir brother, the door is not open."

"Then knock on the door."

Jian Yang smiled slightly and brought Zhou Xianer to knock on the door.

"Open the door!"

"Dong dong!"

Zhou Xianer knocked on the door of Zixiao Palace, knocking on the entire door trembling.

"stop."

At this moment, Sanqing also passed through the abyss.

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

Yuan Shi frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Desian Zun, knock the door a little softer."

Lao Tzu looked at Jian Yang and said slowly.

Jianyang was the Great Sword Ruler, even if Sanqing was a direct disciple of a sage, he would not dare to speak out loud.

However, Jianyang only glanced at them and did not pay much attention to them.

"Daois Hongjun, if you don't open the door again, I'll split the door."

Jianyang suddenly said.

Hearing this, Sanqing's expression changed slightly.

Those who crossed the ravine were even more afraid to fall.

Splitting the gate of Zixiao Palace, doesn't that mean offending a saint?

After a few breaths, Zixiao Palace remained motionless.

"Chong!"

Suddenly, the supreme sword light rose into the sky, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, a sharp tip soared into the sky, and it fell.

At this moment, everyone could sense the terrifying sword intent contained within the sword light.

The sword can cut through time and space!

Tongtian's eyes grew increasingly radiant, his eyes staring straight at the sword light.

"explosion!"

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

"Brother, the door is open."

"enter."

Only then did Jian Yang dispel the sword light, put away the Zijian Immeasurable Sword, and directly enter with Little Loli.

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

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

For a time, many people went to fight head-on.

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

"Sister, I want to sit in front."

Zhou Xianer said suddenly.

"Let's go then."

Jianyang walked with Zhou Xianer, and said directly to Kunpeng in the final futon: "Wake up and make a seat for my little sister."

"The Great Sword Ruler ... This chair was robbed by me with all my hard work ..."

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

"Then the chair has been taken from you now, is it okay?"

Jian Yang looked calm and said slowly.

"..."

Kunpeng finally relented.

Half-holy, he could not offend.

Then Jianyang sat on the futon behind Zhou Xianer.

Hongyun next to him was Zhen Yuanzi's friend, so he wouldn't rob him.

Moreover, he was not rare.

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

These two men were quasi-promotion and acceptance of Western lands.

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

"Sister senior, those two people are very pitiful."

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

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

In the end, Hongyun kindly handed over his position to Zhunti.

Then Zhunti looked at Zhou Xianer and said with a smile: "Little friend, look at the two of us here, one of us has no chair, can you sit down?"

"No, you're lying."

Zhou Xianer shook his 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 chair will cut you in half."

"..."

Zhunti's heart suddenly shook, and he did not dare to speak anymore.

As for the positions of Nuwa and Sanqing, they did not dare to conspire.

After all, they were the same class.

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

When I saw Jianyang and Zhou Xianer, my heart sank.

"We salute the saint."

Among the three thousand humans, only Jian Yang, Zhou Xianer, and Zhen Yuanzi were not worshipping.

"Fourth Brother, that guy looks really shitty."

Zhou Xianer pointed to Hong Jun in front of him and suddenly said.

For some reason, Zhou Xianer felt disgusted at the sight of Hongjun.

"hissing……"

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

Even the Great Sword Ruler beside him still had not proven the Primordial Primordial Dao.

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

"Daoist colleague Jianyang, when did you have a younger sister?"

Daoist Hongjun said suddenly.

"Not so long ago, as to who my master is, you won't have to ask, you'll 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 younger sister to listen to Pindao's sermon, that was also a good thing."

Daoist Hongjun nodded slightly and said softly.

"Sorry, my sister did not come to listen to the sermon. He just thought it was alive here, so he took it to see it."

Jianyang shrugged and told the truth.

Hearing this, Daoist Hongjun's face turned blue, he ignored Jianyang and started preaching.

Soon, everyone will understand.

What Jianyang said was true.

Because in less than a hundred years, Zhou Xianer fell asleep.

Zhou Xianer fell asleep while listening.

Three thousand guests of red dust, the only living creatures that fall asleep.

This sleep is three thousand years.

"Xianer, go, come back."

Jian Yang looked at the sleeping Zhou Xianer 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 Xianer muttered, and then left with Jian Yang.

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

Hongjun suddenly said.

"It's not your turn to talk about it."

Jian Yang glanced at Daoist Hongjun with a calm face, and did not say anything polite.

Ever since the last time with the three clans, Jianyang disliked Hongjun, let alone being polite.

After speaking, Jian Yang turned around and left.

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

But before he did not know who master Jianyang was, he still did not dare to move rashly.

"Who taught such a disciple? Sea King? God's Rebellion? Or Ming Xi? Or raise an eyebrow?"

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

As for Zhou Xianer, since there were treasures like Hunyuan Caixiayi, even a saint could not spy on his heels and feet, and he could not see.