"It seems that it is a wrong decision to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon this time."

Looking at the people in Zixiao Palace who were immersed in Hongjun's preaching, Hou Tu couldn't help but frown secretly, and a hint of worry appeared in his heart: "I didn't expect that there were so many people with advanced cultivation in the prehistoric world, especially those sitting on those cushions, which seemed to be stronger than our ancestor witches..."

"After going back, we must tell our elder brother and the others about this."

Just as Houtu was thinking silently, he did not notice that there was a divine thought in Zixiao Palace that kept staring at her tightly.

"It's really a place to search for something without any effort!"

He sighed silently in his heart. When he remembered his purposeless search for traces of the witch clan in the prehistoric world, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Who would have thought that the witch clan, who had never cultivated the soul, would actually listen to the sermon in Zixiao Palace...

If he had known this, why would he have to go so many troubles?

In order to prevent the attack, Ye Fan did not leave any divine marks on Houtu. Although the witch clan did not cultivate his physical body, he had mastered a method to the level of the ancestor witch, and he would inevitably have some unpredictable trump cards.

Besides, Ye Fan did not intend to be enemies with the witch clan from the beginning.

"Boom, boom, boom--!"

As more and more people fell into the sense of enlightenment, there were also cultivators who broke through their cultivation level in Zixiao Palace.

In an instant, the fluctuations in the weather caused by the breakthrough of many practitioners made the entire Zixiao Palace shaking, and even the spiritual energy was a little stretched.

"town!"

Seeing this, Hongjun couldn't help but stop preaching and shook his sleeves.

In Zixiao Palace, calm was restored again, and the fluctuations caused by those who broke through were suppressed in an instant.

Then, Hongjun introduced several pure chaotic auras and turned into countless spiritual auras of heaven and earth for everyone to consume.

"Thank you, teacher."

Although most of them were breaking through, they were not completely separated from the perception of the outside world. After seeing all this Hongjun did, they also silently thanked him in their hearts.

In a blink of an eye, three thousand years passed like this, and Hongjun stopped preaching at the right time, which made everyone suddenly wake up from being immersed in the mystery, and each of them showed a look of loss.

What's more, he looked at Hongjun with a gaze, as if begging him to continue speaking.

However, Hongjun turned a deaf ear to everything, his face was extremely indifferent, and said quietly: "This time the preaching ends, and the next preaching period will be three thousand years later, and you will leave quickly!"

As he said that, his figure flashed and disappeared into Zixiao Palace.

Looking at Hongjun leaving, Ye Fan felt a little confused. Although practitioners like them, although they do not say that they are indifferent in nature, they rarely appear to preach, let alone, like Hongjun, who will be preached for three thousand years.

Moreover, after three thousand years, Hongjun couldn't wait to leave, as if he was completing some kind of task.

"Hongjun willingly preached in Zixiao Palace for three thousand years. In this world, perhaps only the great way to rule everything can do this, right?" Ye Fan couldn't help but guess.

"Fellow Daoist Xuantian."

Just as Ye Fan was thinking, he saw Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun coming together, with a hint of enthusiasm on his face.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "Since the last time I parted, it seems that I haven't seen fellow Taoist Xuantian for a long time. There are still many fairy wines there. If the fellow Taoist has time, why not go to Wuzhuang Temple with me and have a few drinks?"

"I appreciate the kindness of fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi, but I am really sorry," Ye Fan shook his head and said.

The most important thing at the moment is naturally to get the gathering place of the witch clan from Houtu. As for drinking, it is not bad at this time.

Upon hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes. He also planned to take advantage of this time to communicate with Ye Fan about his gains in Zixiao Palace.

After all, this time, many people have made breakthroughs.

Zhen Yuanzi has now reached the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal. Although he has not broken through to the Quasi-Saint, it is also a great progress.

As for Hongyun, he also reached the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, and he and Zhen Yuanzi complemented each other. No wonder they were able to become friends.

After saying goodbye to Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, Ye Fan passed through the chaotic void and found Houtu's figure when he arrived at the Nine Heavens Gangfeng layer.

Just as he was about to step forward, a sense of crisis suddenly came from behind his ears.

"Buzz!"

A small bell as big as a palm suddenly broke through the air and enveloped Ye Fan's head, as if he was about to suppress him.

"Sneaky guys, get out of here!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was naturally quite impatient, and he knew the identity of the person who secretly attacked: "Donghuang Taiyi, when I was in Dazhou Mountain before, I let you go for the sake of your brother's face. I didn't expect you to jump around in front of me again today."

"I just don't know how to live or die!"

"The shame of that day must be returned today!"

With this cold snorkeling, Donghuang Taiyi appeared from the void, and behind him, there were several level 1 cultivators of Daluo Golden Immortal: "Xuantian, you can't imagine that we gather here today just to avenge our previous shame."

"Jiuying, ghost car, Ji Meng, Fei Lian, get it together!"

At the same time, the Chaos Bell in the air suddenly became larger and crushed towards Ye Fan like a covert earth.

Looking at Ye Fan who was almost surrounded by a group of people, a hint of pleasure flashed in Donghuangtai's eyes.

Over the past three thousand years, in the Zixiao Palace, in addition to improving his cultivation to the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, he also conquered several demon clans who are also in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.

Now, with the strength of the few of them, I believe that the shame in Donghuang Taiyi’s heart can be washed away!

"A group of jumping clowns dare to ramble in front of me!"

His eyes swept over the four demon clans at the first level of the Daluo Golden Immortals in front of him. Ye Fan knew that if he heard it correctly, these four people would be the ten demon saints of the legendary demon clan.

But at present, the Heavenly Court has not yet been established, and most of these people have just been subdued by Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun.

Feeling the breath of Houtu becoming increasingly slim, as if it was about to be unable to find it, Ye Fan was also anxious.

If it weren't for the Donghuang Taiyi and these clowns who jumped into the beam, I'm afraid he would have found out the traces of the witch clan from Houtu.

"For the sake of the current plan, we can only fight quickly!"

With a thought, Ye Fan immediately made a decision. The Nine-turn Mysterious Technique was activated, and a majestic momentum arose.
Chapter completed!