Chapter 467 Demon God, Ancestral Witch

"Wait a minute!" Just when Jie Yin was about to agree, Hong Jun couldn't bear it any longer.

This is his big plan for the future. If it is disrupted, how can he proceed?

"Ahem, Nuwa, this cushion is supposed to be yours. I shouldn't have said anything, but I still have to remind you."

"This is the holy position destined by heaven. Are you sure you want to give the cushion to Jie Yin?"

nonsense!

Nuwa sneered secretly, if I don’t send him away, will I still be waiting for you to plot against me?

But on the surface, Nuwa still looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Daozu, you can see that I have no interest in the futon, but fellow Daoist Jie Yin is very interested in ordinary things. How can I, Nuwa, take away someone's love!" Nuwa said with great righteousness.

"Ah, right, right!" Jie Yin said with a look of surprise, "I am very interested in the Heavenly Saintly Throne. I hope Daozu will have mercy on me and not stop Nuwa from giving up the cushion."

Jie Yin has secretly greeted Hongjun's eighteen generations.

This old man is very bad. I don’t know if the old people have become bad or the bad people have become old.

"Hehe, Nuwa, you must know that if you don't take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences. Are you sure you want to give up the cushion?" Patriarch Hongjun continued to persuade.

"Fellow Daoist Jie Yin, have you ever offended the Taoist Ancestor in some way?" Nuwa did not answer Hongjun's question. Instead, she looked at Jie Yin with a puzzled look on her face.

"Otherwise I simply can't understand why Daozu tried so hard to stop me from giving you the cushion."

Jie Yin was stunned when he heard this, and instantly became angry and embarrassed.

But he was very thick-skinned. Without saying anything, he just knelt down on the mat and never got up again.

"Daozu, I don't know how my fellow Taoist Jie Yin has offended you. Please tell me clearly." Jie Yin said sincerely.

"Yes!" Zhunti on the side also became anxious. He kicked Hongyun away and then knelt on the mat.

"Daozu, my brother has done nothing wrong. I will take the blame on his behalf!" After Zhunti said this, he winked at Nuwa.

Hongyun, the good old man, had originally planned to give up the futon.

Although he was very angry about being kicked away by Zhunti, he was a good guy, so he didn't say much.

"Daozu, the two people from the West have always been open-minded and generous. Please give them some leniency." Nuwa said nonsense in a serious tone.

“…” Hongjun’s mouth twitched.

My goodness, has he really become a bad guy?

Suddenly Hongjun seemed to think of something and was shocked.

Good boy, not only did Nuwa ruin his plan, but she also directly caused discord between him and the Western duo, killing two birds with one stone.

But Hongjun had no good solution. He couldn't just tell the truth. Did he want the way of heaven to suppress the way of man?
"That's it, let's start preaching." Hongjun's face darkened.

As for Hong Yun who was kicked away by Zhunti, Hongjun was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye the first sermon was over.

"Hehe, each of the cushions has its own owner, the Three Pure Ones, um, and Nuwa. The four of you can be my personal disciples!" said the old man Hongjun with a smile.

"Jie Yin, Zhunti, you two also have a great opportunity, you can register as my disciples."

The last Kunpeng, he is still waiting anxiously.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any sign that the Taoist Master wanted to accept him as a disciple.

Kunpeng thought about it and seemed to understand that even if he sat on the cushion, it might not be possible for him to become a saint, otherwise the Taoist would not have accepted Nuwa, who did not sit on the cushion, as his disciple.

But the situation was stronger than him, and he could only watch coldly from the sidelines.

"This sermon ends here. The next sermon will be three thousand years later. You guys go back first!" As soon as Hongjun finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

When the crowd saw this, although they felt very sorry, they could only respectfully bow in unison to thank the Taoist for his preaching, and then left in groups of three or five.

"Daozu?" Nuwa couldn't help but think to herself, "Is Hongjun preaching for the identity of Daozu?"

In fact, in this prehistoric world, the only powerful people that Nuwa felt she could not understand were perhaps Hongjun and Yang Wu. Nuwa did not dare to think about Yang Wu's origins, nor did she dare to deduce them.

As for Hongjun...to be honest, many Daluo have never heard of this name.

But the fact that he could become the most holy sage in the ancient world is enough to show how extraordinary he is.

"Could it be that Hongjun is the Chaos God and Demon?" Nuwa seemed to remember something.

She remembered that Yang Wu once said that before Pangu created the world, there seemed to be three thousand gods and demons.

And these three thousand gods and demons may not all have fallen.

She even had a bold guess that Yang Wu was probably also a god or demon from before the creation of the world, otherwise why was he so powerful?

Moreover, Hongjun and Yang Wu are very similar, and they don’t seem to have any background, so he is most likely a god or demon.

……

Zixiao Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Yangmei, since you are here, please come out?" Hongjun glanced at the void in front of him.

"Hongjun, I'm just here to sit. There's no need for you to take out the Jade Disc of Creation, right?" He raised his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Just tell me, what brings you here, fellow Daoist?" Hongjun was still on high alert.

Because of Yang Wu's appearance, Yang Mei did not suffer any serious injuries.

With years of recovery, Yang Mei is no longer injured and has even made further progress.

If a real fight breaks out, Hongjun, who was once killed by Pangu's hammer and fell below the Heavenly Dao Realm, may not be Yang Mei's opponent even with Pangu's relic, the Jade Disc of Creation.

"It's nothing. After you merge with the Dao, I may not be your opponent. I won't say much about your and the heaven and earth's personalities." He raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly.

"If you don't survive to the end, you will never know how horrible the final battle is."

"You don't really believe that the most powerful Chaos Devil and Pangu, the creator of the universe, have completely perished, right?"

"Before you become a Taoist, I want to give you a piece of advice. Your vision is too short-sighted!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mei's figure disappeared.

“….” Hongjun frowned.

He really didn't know how terrifying the final battle was, because he was just an ordinary demon god who could be easily killed by Pangu.

As Yang Mei is the Space Demon God, who believes that space is supreme, his strength far exceeds that of other demon gods like him.

It is also very likely that I will be able to see the last battle.

He really couldn't understand what happened in the last battle that made a demon like Yangmei lose his ambition and live in seclusion in the wilderness.

……

Mount Buzhou, Yang Wu’s Taoist temple.

"Master, we went to Zixiao Palace this time but were kicked out. We were so angry!" An extremely tall figure appeared.

"My father died early, and I have more than a dozen brothers and sisters. It has always been me, as the eldest brother, who has been raising them. It is really not easy!"

"And all my brothers and sisters are restless. They are either fighting or on their way to a fight."

"I think the reason why you often want to fight is because you have nothing to do." Yang Wu shook his head slightly.

"Of course we understand what the Taoist Master means, but we can't do anything except fighting," Di Jiang said helplessly.

As the ancestor witches of Pangu's essence and blood, they absorbed the turbid air of the chaotic space, making them extremely violent.

Even if they are brothers, they will fight without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)