sinovels Chapter 37 Hongjun is helpless, Pixiu, you win.
Chapter 37 Hongjun is helpless, Pixiu, you win.
Chapter 37 Hongjun is helpless, Pixiu, you win.
Little did Hongjun know that the reason why Nuwa, Fuxi, and Yang Hui were able to arrive at Zixiao Palace so smoothly and without any trouble was due to...
This is entirely because Tianlu has a very close relationship with the three of them.
Nuwa and Fuxi were close friends who met through discussions on Taoism with Tianlu, and Yang Hui was even subdued by Tianlu and became his subordinate.
When Tianlu reduced their luck, he deliberately didn't touch the luck of the three of them.
At this moment, Hongjun frowned, and the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc in his hand rotated slightly. After some deduction, he finally understood the reason.
He was shocked to discover that the fortune of all the great Luo deities, including the Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, and Taiyi, had mysteriously dissipated and disappeared into the primordial world, vanishing without a trace.
This results in these deities having severely insufficient luck at this moment, and even being plagued by misfortune.
In the chaos, losing the protection of fortune is equivalent to being an outcast rejected by the laws of chaos. Only by going through countless trials and tribulations can one possibly reach the Purple Cloud Palace.
But when Hongjun looked through the heavenly secrets, he saw that the chaotic calamities surrounding the Three Pure Ones and others were far too numerous and terrifying!
This isn't just hardship, it's practically trying to kill them!
Hongjun knew perfectly well that if these core deities did not come to listen to his teachings, how could his Xuanmen Immortal Path spread throughout the prehistoric world?
How can he, as the representative of the Heavenly Dao, possibly unite with the Dao?
Left with no other choice, Hongjun had to take matters into his own hands and secretly intervene.
With a flick of his whisk, an invisible force of heavenly power pierced through the Purple Cloud Palace and descended directly upon the chaotic region where the Three Pure Ones and the others were, instantly shattering the endless calamities that were entangling them.
Hongjun thought that with these obstacles cleared, they could finally reach Zixiao Palace safely.
Unexpectedly, just as he withdrew his Heavenly Dao power, the chaotic energy in that void went berserk again, and even more violent gales, thunder, and fire instantly regenerated, trapping the Three Pure Ones and the others once more.
Upon seeing this, Hongjun was completely baffled. What exactly was going on?
Left with no other choice, Hongjun had to take action secretly once again.
He formed hand seals and forcibly opened a spatial tunnel leading directly to Zixiao Palace in front of Sanqing and the others, intending to use the suction force of the spatial turbulence to directly pull them into Zixiao Palace.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the spatial tunnel opened, before the Three Pure Ones and the others could react, the chaotic gales from all around surged in like sharks smelling blood.
The chaotic gale, powerful enough to tear apart the entire world, swept across and pulverized the spatial tunnel, turning it into countless fragments of space.
Upon witnessing this scene, even the usually dignified and otherworldly Hongjun could no longer contain himself.
"What on earth is going on?!"
Hongjun suddenly sat up on the cloud bed, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
His saintly methods have repeatedly failed in the chaos. If this gets out, where will his immortal ancestor's face be?
Left with no other choice, Hongjun could only sit cross-legged, completely unleash his divine sense as a sage, and join forces with the will of Heaven to deduce the truth with all his might.
He wanted to see who this person was, daring to set up such a grand scheme in this chaos, and why this series of outrageous events had occurred.
Then, the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc above Hongjun's head burst forth with dazzling light, mixed with the vast and boundless power of the Heavenly Dao, slowly unfolding a clear picture in the void.
There were no reclusive chaotic demons or world-destroying formations in the scene.
Only one golden Pixiu was leisurely riding on a colorful cloud, quietly floating in the chaotic land.
He yawned as he slowly drifted through the chaos, searching for traces of the Purple Cloud Palace. His leisurely demeanor formed a stark and glaring contrast with the Three Pure Ones and others who were struggling on the brink of life and death in the distance.
At this moment, Hongjun looked at the familiar Pixiu in the picture and understood immediately.
All of this was Tianlu's doing!
Hongjun gasped, his heart filled with turmoil.
Although he didn't know what kind of heaven-defying method the other party had used to silently reduce the fortune of all the Great Luo Saints, thus causing all the Saints of the entire prehistoric world to stop in the chaos, unable to move an inch.
He thought that even if the great god Pangu, who created the world, were to be resurrected, he probably wouldn't have such a strange ability to manipulate the whereabouts of all living beings so precisely, causing the chaotic winds, thunder, and fire to erupt so accurately and specifically.
"This second-generation chosen one of the Great Dao actually possesses such terrifying abilities?!"
Hongjun muttered to himself, a deep sense of apprehension and helplessness flashing in his eyes.
He originally thought that by shielding Tianlu from the secrets of heaven and causing it to lose its way in the chaos, he could dampen the arrogance of this Pixiu.
Who would have thought that the other party would not play by the rules at all, but would directly overturn the table and wipe out everyone's luck!
If you don't let me have an easy time, I'll make sure your Purple Cloud Palace is exposed!
Hongjun sighed deeply and shook his head with a wry smile.
That's it, that's it.
Fighting against this shameless and domineering darling of the Great Dao will ultimately only result in the loss of oneself, the representative of the Heavenly Dao.
If the stalemate continues, not only will the auspicious time for preaching pass, but most of those ancient deities will likely perish in the chaos.
Then, Hongjun waved his sleeve, directly removing the shielding around Tianlu's location, and proactively opened a flat, wide passage leading to Zixiao Palace in front of Tianlu, radiating golden light.
at the same time.
Tianlu, who was wandering around the Chaos Land and almost fell asleep, suddenly blinked his golden eyes.
He only felt the chaotic air currents in front of him twist, and then a magnificent and vast Zixiao Palace, exuding endless Daoist charm, appeared in front of him without warning.
Tianlu looked at the palace before him, which was filled with endless heavenly pressure and surrounded by purple aura, and a sly smile appeared on his golden lips.
He muttered to himself leisurely.
"I won, didn't I?!"
Deep within the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was reclining on his nine-layered cloud bed, heard these leisurely words, and his originally ethereal face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
But he was helpless.
The other party is a second-generation Great Dao Child, whose fortune is so profound that even the Heavenly Dao finds it troublesome, and he also possesses a strange and unpredictable Qi Luck Law.
If he really angers this Pixiu and completely severs the fortune of all the gods in the prehistoric world, his grand plan to preach in Zixiao Palace will probably really die in the womb.
Tianlu smugly hummed twice, manipulated the clouds beneath his feet, and swaggered into the gates of Zixiao Palace.
The moment he stepped across the threshold, Tianlu had a sudden thought.
His vast, ocean-like magical power was slightly depleted, and in the darkness, an invisible fluctuation of the laws of fortune emanated from his body.
In an instant, the vast innate divine fortune that he had forcibly severed and scattered throughout the primordial world seemed to receive some supreme command, instantly traversing endless time and space, and re-converging.