Chapter 265 Haotian complains about the mortal world's murder

Time is like fine sand, passing through fingers in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years have passed.

The Shang Dynasty established by Cheng Tang has also gradually declined in the years of history.

For ten thousand years, there was no ripple in the prehistoric world, and it was peaceful. The innate spiritual energy gushed out, entering an unprecedented prosperous era!

The prehistoric tribes, hundreds of millions of creatures, including the sages, raced against time to develop and plunder the luck of heaven and earth!

The human teachings have made steady progress and have always been in a middle level.

Neither chasing the front, nor ranking at the bottom, the main focus is on a great way of inaction.

As for the Chan teaching, there has also been great progress. The twelve golden immortals, in addition to Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, and Yuding Zhenren who achieved Daluo at the beginning.

Juliusun, Taiyi Zhenren, Cihang Zhenren, Wenshu Zhenren, and Lingbao Dafashi, five people, successively achieved Daluo Jinxian.

In addition to the second generation of disciples of Chan teaching, the third generation of disciples also accepted many to spread Chan teaching!

Although the West is barren, it has made steady progress under the unremitting efforts of Zhunti and Jieyin. Medicine Master, Maitreya, Mahasthamaprapta, and Ksitigarbha have all achieved the status of Daluo Jinxian, supporting the appearance of the entire second generation of the West.

At the same time, during these ten thousand years, the West has finally repaid the merits of borrowing from the Heavenly Dao, and the luck of the West has slowly grown, with a faint trend of prosperity.

As for Jiejiao, it still firmly sits in the first chair.

Zhao Gongming, Duobao, Jinling, Guiling, Wudang, Sanxiao, and Aoyang, all of them are Daluo Jinxian.

On Jin'ao Island, thousands of immortals came to pay homage, and the glory reached its peak, worthy of being the first of the saints.

Thirty-three days, carved railings and jade bricks, purple air, Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian Da Tianzun looked at the still empty Heavenly Court and put the pen in his hand on the ground.

It has been countless tens of thousands of years since he took over the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

He worked diligently, day and night, trying to manage the Heavenly Court well.

But the prehistoric tribes did not give him face, and the saints did not give him face either. In this case, it was all his fault for being ruthless!

He was going to complain, to the Taoist Patriarch!

Haotian left the Lingxiao Palace and flew directly from the prehistoric world to the chaos.

The vast chaos was dark and cold, with countless ancient stars standing and slowly rotating.

Billions of years in the chaos could not even raise a small wave.

Haotian was familiar with the road, and soon a towering palace appeared in front of him with his great magic power!

On the palace, countless ancient and mysterious Taoist patterns were engraved, emitting a chaotic light.

At a glance, the palace was close at hand, but it seemed to be far away in the sky.

Haotian paced and soon stepped in front of the palace door, bowed and said, "Haotian asks to see the master."

Not long after, the palace door made a creaking sound and opened to both sides.

Haotian hurriedly stepped in. Although Zixiao Palace was called a palace, it was actually a small world opened up in the chaos.

As soon as he entered, he saw Hongjun sitting on a chaos-colored cushion to practice.

"Haotian greets the master."

Haotian's face was filled with sadness and helplessness, and his sadness was beyond words.

Hongjun waved his hand, and the power of the world lifted Haotian up, and then asked, "What happened?"

"Master, Haotian, Haotian really can't hold on any longer. You, you should take back the position of the Great Heavenly Venerable. Haotian is not the Emperor of Heaven, but only wants to serve the master."

Haotian's emotions, which had been brewing for a long time, finally couldn't be endured, and hot tears fell.

It seemed that he wanted to cry out the sadness accumulated over billions of years.

"What happened?"

Hongjun frowned.

Haotian then cried and told all his experiences after becoming the Emperor of Heaven. When he talked about the constraints of the saints and the factions that the Great Heavenly Lord's edict was ignored, he burst into tears. Those who heard it were sad and wept.

After hearing this, Hongjun couldn't help but sigh that his boy had a tragic experience. It seemed that the position of the Emperor of Heaven was really not easy.

Hongjun was silent, and Haotian didn't dare to cry. He stayed aside, feeling uneasy.

The master must help him!

After a while, Hongjun spoke, "I know about this matter. You go back and wait first."

Haotian opened his mouth and asked carefully, "May I ask the master, is there an approximate time?"

"Hongjun smiled, "This matter can be resolved within a thousand years. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied. "

Haotian hurriedly thanked him.

Haotian was excited and excited after leaving Zixiao Palace!

I thought that if I came to see Daozu, I would be scolded by him, so I didn't dare to come.

I didn't expect that Daozu would agree so easily today, and the big stone in his heart fell quietly.

I have waited for countless tens of thousands of years, and I can afford to wait for only a thousand years!

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun exhaled a breath of turbid air, and when he looked carefully at this time, he saw that the chaotic-colored cushion suddenly shook.

Then countless white silk threads actually tied Hongjun up tightly Come!

The overwhelming power of Heavenly Dao was boiling, eroding Hongjun's power!

Heavenly Dao is unfair, but Heavenly Dao is fair!

After the battle between Dao and Demon, Hongjun became a saint by merging with Heavenly Dao, but it was not without drawbacks.

First of all, the authority of Honghuang was originally governed by Heavenly Dao, but it was divided into two parts, half of Heavenly Dao and half of Hongjun.

The two were tit-for-tat, and both wanted to fight for all the authority of Honghuang.

At present, although Hongjun has a slight advantage, although Heavenly Dao is unconscious, the counterattack is still very strong.

"Heavenly Dao is fair, but I didn't expect that there would be such a crazy time."

When Hongjun waved his hand, the white silk thread on his body retreated like a tide, and the huge Zixiao Palace became calm again.

The prehistoric world does not count years. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed.

In the Kunlun Holy Land, the twelve golden immortals who were practicing in seclusion suddenly had an immeasurable mortal world killing disaster rising.

It covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire Kunlun Mountain!

In Jiuxian Mountain and Taoyuan Cave, the mortal world killing disaster backfired, and Guangchengzi suddenly spit out a mouthful of old blood, his face was gray and gloomy.

He raised his head in disbelief, looking at the rich and almost tangible mortal world killing disaster, "How could this be!"

In Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun's face changed drastically, "Mortal world killing disaster, how could it be!"

Yuanshi thought, and the three treasures jade ruyi in his hand flashed with warm light, and eight streams of light had already flown to the Taoist temple of Guangchengzi and others.

Yuanshi's face was slightly gloomy, holding the three treasures jade ruyi, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip down.

The mortal world killing calamity is the most terrible killing calamity in the world!

If you are below the saint, once you are infected, you will die.

The twelve golden immortals under his Kunlun sect are all true immortals, and eight of them have even cultivated the Daluo Dao fruit. Why are they infected with the mortal world killing calamity?

Soon, the twelve golden immortals of Kunlun arrived together, and under the leadership of the Southern Pole Immortal and the Taoist Master Ran Deng, they entered the Yuxu Palace.

"Why are you infected with the mortal world killing calamity!"

Yuanshi sat high on the celebration cloud of the heavens, his expression solemn and gloomy.

The twelve golden immortals looked at each other, and were stunned for a while.

As Yuxu True Immortals, they usually have extremely high moral standards. How could they be infected with the mortal world killing calamity for no reason?