Di Jun and Xi He were embarrassed by Chang Xi's words. They felt that whatever they said was a joke. They stood in the Zixiao Palace with no face at all.

After all, with an identity like Emperor Jun, who considers himself to be the co-lord of the demon clan and the world, he must talk about his identity, and not to make nonsense out of nothing. When Changxi was arrested, the demon court gave in, it was a fact, no matter what

No matter how he tried to cover it up, he didn't dare to save people. He just didn't dare to save people. This stain could never be removed.

Kunpeng was used to being arrogant, but he didn't have Di Jun's forbearance, and he couldn't compare with Jie Yin's character. Thinking of how he was seriously injured by Yang Lin, and it took him four to five hundred years to recover, he let out a bad breath.

It's in my chest and it's hard to let go.

"Now let me wait for you to be crazy. If you miss today, I will see you in the wilderness later and come back to settle our grudges."

He gritted his teeth as he spoke, and he really thought so in his heart.

The other demon gods also grinned and shouted fiercely: "You dare to humiliate my emperor like this. Unless you have been hiding in the border of the primitive world, you will definitely make it difficult for you to make up for the moon."

Hundreds of demon gods and several big demons were making moves at the same time. The Zixiao Palace was filled with murderous intent and overwhelming fighting spirit.

If it weren't for the fact that we were in Zixiao Palace and it was difficult to do anything, these reckless and cruel monsters would have rushed up at this time.

Chang Xi's face turned pale, and she took a step back slightly, approaching Yang Lin.

Most of the demon court's forces were targeting her, which made her a little overwhelmed.

Yang Lin suddenly opened his eyes and looked back...

A strange and vast killing intention suddenly came down like the power of heaven.

"Um?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You don't have to wait too long. After listening to the sermon this time, how about we decide life and death right outside the gate of Zixiao Palace?"

"Whether you come forward individually or in a group, I'm all here to accompany you."

Wherever his momentum surged, it was like a sea tide. Kunpeng was the first to bear the brunt. It was as if he was back to the day when Yang Jing was beaten to the point of breaking bones and tendons and tearing half of his wings. He felt weak and couldn't help but take three steps back.

The other demon gods suddenly realized that under the vast murderous intent, they and the others were as if they were back when they were cubs, facing the most ferocious natural enemy, trembling and afraid to move.

In the Zixiao Palace, struck by this aura, countless divine thunders appeared faintly. An invisible and intangible power of the saint was faintly touched, and the chain of rules roared in unison.

"That's enough. The place where Master Hongjun of Zixiao Palace lives is not for you to act wildly. If you don't want to listen, just get out."

The original Taoist's face darkened, he yelled, and his cold eyes swept over Yang Lin's body, seeming to be extremely dissatisfied: "If you don't know the destiny, and you act recklessly, you will only end up practicing for hundreds of millions of years and become a painting. You will regret it in the end.

and."

Grass……

Yang Lin felt bored in his heart.

This primitive Taoist, no wonder even his brother Tongtian Taoist couldn't stand him in the end.

There was a lot of trouble and the family was divided.

He always acts like he is superior, looking down on this and scolding that, no one can bear it, right?

This is because he believes that Pangu is authentic and that no one can compare with him.

Previously, the demon tribe was making a lot of noise and was aggressive, but he didn't stop them, probably because he wanted to laugh at them.

At this time, he was using his own power to exude murderous intent and suppress the demon clan, but he was acting as a peacemaker from a high position.

Is your face so big?

"The original saint has spoken, who dares not to listen?"

Yang Lin glanced sideways at him, "Why is the saint still sitting here? Go up and preach."

"Pfft..."

Nuwa was sitting on the fourth seat. She was looking at the world with her eyes and nose, and she didn't care about the worldly affairs. She didn't pay attention to the momentum of Yang Lin and the monster clan. She kept a straight face, as if she didn't exist.

At this time, after hearing Yang Lin ridiculing the original Taoist, he finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She took a deep breath and forced a straight face, pretending that I didn't hear, that I was just a monk and very cold.

His original complexion turned into purple eggplant.

"Not the son of man, not the son of man..."

I couldn't remember how to accuse that careless Mu Taoist.

Identity is something that only comes with strength, and only with recognition from others can it be a deterrent.

He is also a listener in Zixiao Palace, and he is also sitting on the six seats. Although he thinks he is very strong, the other party is obviously not afraid of him, and no matter how much he says, he is just humiliating himself.

Taoist Tongtian curled his lips and shook his head, thinking that his second brother really didn't have a long memory.

The last time I listened to a sermon, didn't I already learn from someone's rhetoric skills? I was made disgraced and angry.

Coming again now?

When you clearly know that others don't give you face, you still come forward to make them annoying. Isn't this just sticking out your face and making people spit on you?

'This kind of character is unexpectedly very palatable.'

Taoist Tongtian glanced at Yang Lin quietly, his eyes filled with murderous intent from beginning to end, and there was a rare hint of excitement.

Take life and death lightly, just do it if you don't accept it... Dare to poke a hole in the face of God, that's the style of our generation.

"Ahem...the second sermon begins."

I don't know when, there was a light cough in everyone's ears, and a soft to strong, unfathomable and powerful pressure suddenly appeared in Zixiao Palace, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and when Ken looked up, they saw a Taoist wearing a purple robe, whose face could not be seen clearly, sitting on the high platform. He was already minding his own business and began to preach.

The mysterious sound enters the ears and the heart, everything changes in front of the eyes, the rules evolve, and all the paths unfold one by one in front of the practitioners...

Yang Lin collected his thoughts, pondered quietly, and immersed himself in the sermon.

Over the course of thousands of years, everything I see, hear, think, and feel, in the process of the evolution of Tao, is like water flowing into a channel, gradually dissolving and becoming smoother. I feel just like when I was a mortal, drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in the dog days of summer, and it feels so good.

In the bones.

'Hongjun's Taoism is much more advanced. He is not preaching, but sorting out what he has learned. In the process of narrating, he interprets the power of creation and gradually integrates into this world, reaching a mysterious and unpredictable realm.

.'

The so-called teaching and learning process, the teaching process is actually also a training process.

Yang Lin actually understood this training model.

He could more clearly sense that Hongjun's teachings evolved from simple to profound, from profound to profound.

For example, in his first sermon, he mainly started from the origin of all things and demonstrated the integration and change of energy, which was basic teaching.

Even an ordinary person, no matter who loves any of the eight hundred branches of the Three Thousand Avenues, can benefit from his sermons and understand the way forward.

As for the second sermon, it was targeted, explaining the creation and vitality of living beings, rules and order. All laws have the same goal, and the way of heaven is impartial...

This sermon, just after a thousand years, even Yang Lin began to have some difficulty.

He found that Hongjun's sermons had already become biased, telling the truth about the creation of the world from two, two from three, three from all things, and the principles of following nature and responding to people to create the world.

It's not that you can't understand it, but it's just that this kind of rules is biased towards rules and order, which is somewhat inconsistent with Yang Lin's "martial arts".
Chapter completed!