In the chaotic void, there are strong winds, thunders, vortexes, and unknown chaotic beasts eyeing each other, full of dangers everywhere.

From time to time, you can see the monks on the road being hit by purple divine thunder, which instantly turned into ashes, ending up deadly.

But even at the risk of his life, the people who went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermons continued to sacrifice their lives for their ideals.

Chen Mang was protected by Qing'er with magic power, and was shocked by this scene and was exhausted. In order to relieve his nervousness, he turned his head toward Chen Baobao and smiled: "Baby, if the mother and dad fell into the mouth of the giant beast at the same time, who would you save first?"

Chen Baobao looked at his giggling father, then looked at him as if he was not caring, but stared at his mother with his eyes, and couldn't help but frown and feel sad.

After a moment, Chen Baobao's eyes lit up suddenly: "If father and mother were swallowed together, would there be a big mat on the Shoalang Mountain?"

“???”

Qing'er's dragon body trembled, rolled her eyes speechlessly, and complained: "Such a clear brain circuit is really your father's good daughter... Then you save your father first. It doesn't matter if your mother dies, but it's a big incident. At that time, I'm afraid the whole world will have to hold a banquet to celebrate. I don't know how many lives of birds and beasts will be hurt."

Chen Baobao's eyes glowed and said, "Baby knows, the baby will save his mother first!"

Chen Mang was so amused that he pinched Chen Baobao's tender face and said helplessly: "What a lazy and greedy little guy."

Chen Baobao turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth slightly disdainfully.

This kind of pediatric trap, no one can answer this kind of pediatric trap, so a smart baby will not be fooled!

The family of three was noisy and soon arrived in front of Zixiao Palace. Qing'er transformed into a human form again and landed in front of the palace gate.

At the entrance, two Taoist boys, a man and a woman stood aside, greeting the monks who came to listen to the sermons with a smile on their faces.

Chen Mang glanced at the two Taoist boys, smiled and took out two magic weapons from his pocket, stuffed them into their hands, and said, "I don't mean anything but respect."

The boy looked at the mirror in his hand, then looked at the sword in the girl's hand, and wondered: "Senior brother, have you taken the wrong gift? This mirror should be for junior sister Yaochi, right?"

Chen Mang chuckled: "This mirror can monitor all sides. As long as you think about it in your mind, you can see it almost everywhere!"

The boy tilted his head and looked puzzled, but he also understood that this was a treasure. He bowed to Chen Mang and thanked him: "Haotian thanked his senior brother for his kindness."

"Don't teach the kids badly!"

Qing'er glanced at Chen Mang speechlessly. When he wanted to continue talking about the wonderful uses of the mirror, he dragged him into the hall.

When we entered the hall, many people had already arrived first.

Sanqing, Nuwa, Jingyin, and Zhunti sat on the first row of futons.

When I noticed Chen Mang's arrival, I stood up and bowed to Chen Mang and said, "If it weren't for fellow Taoist Gatlin's guidance, I don't know how long it will take for the old Taoist to realize the truth. I thanked me for the guidance here."

"I dare not, I dare not!"

Chen Mang turned sideways and flashed my tribute, which surprised Zhunti, who was beside him, leaned in his senior brother's ear and said, "Senior brother, he is the Gatlin I told you before."

Zhi Yin nodded happily: "Sure enough, I have great wisdom. With this son's help, my Western prosperity is just around the corner."

Hongyun also saw Chen Mang, smiled, pulled Chen Mang to his side and sat down: "Friend, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have made great progress in your Taoism."

Chen Mang glanced at Hongyun and complained: "You are clearly showing off. You have become a quasi-saint, but you have made much faster than me."

Hongyun happily leaned back: "Friend, you are gifted and can easily kill corpses as long as your magic power is enough. It's not like mediocre and incompetent people like me, but I'll be countless metropolitans."

While the two were joking each other, a demon cultivator with Kun head and Peng body arrived. Seeing that Chen Mang had occupied his position, he couldn't help but feel angry and glared at Hongyun fiercely.

I think he is also a powerful person born in the world and was originally a cushion.

But Hongyun actually gave up his seat to Jie Yin, which implicated him and was driven out of the futon by Zhunti and lost the opportunity to become a saint.

Now that Hongyun is going to give up his seat again, he immediately recalls the past!

Kunpeng was furious, his eyes suddenly appeared murderous intent, and he stepped to Chen Mang, who made his seat crowded, and looked down with his eyebrows and eyes: "You kid..."

Chen Mang raised his head, a golden light flashed in his eyes. He saw through Kunpeng's true body and immediately took a breath of cold air.

What a good guy, Manager Lu didn’t lie. With Kunpeng, his infinite iron pot is really hard to hold, and it’s also a tough guy with the Qiankun barbecue grill!

Kunpeng noticed the strong malicious intention in Chen Mang's eyes, and couldn't help but tremble, about to attack.

Suddenly, Nuwa and I'm savages locked him at the same time, Lian Tongtian and Zhunti also stared at him, instantly causing Kunpeng's body to freeze, and cold sweat instantly hung feathers.

What's going on?

Could it be that this kid is the illegitimate son of the Taoist ancestor? Otherwise, why would everyone protect him?

Qing'er, who was holding his daughter and greeting Nuwa, saw this, saw a murderous aura flashing in her eyes and looked at Kunpeng coldly: "Kunpeng, do you have something to ask my husband?"

Kunpeng's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to say to Chen Mang with his eyebrows and said, "You kid... don't know if the ground is cold? What will you do if you can't concentrate on listening later? It's really uneasy! Take this feather jacket to keep it warm!" As he said that, he pulled out a feather and turned it into a feather jacket and put it on Chen Mang.

Chen Mang glanced at Kunpeng, who was possessed by Manager Lu, and twitched: "Thank you for your concern for fellow Daoist Kunpeng..." After saying that, he took out his own beautiful cushion and placed it under his butt.

Kunpeng nodded with satisfaction, then sat down next to Chen Mang, looking at his nose, his nose, and his mouth, and his heart. He looked like he was entering a state of meditation, which made Taiyi and Di Jun, who were beside him unconsciously stay away from him, and showed disgust, wishing to expel this guy from the demon.

A moment later, the monks who came to listen to the sermon arrived one after another and filled half of the Zixiao Palace.

Hou Tu also came to the hall, took Clark from the hook around his waist, and turned himself into a normal size, and took Clark into the hall.

After Thick Earth took her seat, Taoist ancestor Hongjun appeared on the podium out of thin air, as if he had been there from the beginning. Even the sanctified Laozi and Nuwa did not notice when he was here!

Hongjun looked at the people in the hall, and then found Chen Mang, who had brought his own cushion when he first came to listen to the sermons. He couldn't help but frowned.

This boy has a treasure, and his body is full of heavenly secrets, but it will not affect the operation of the heavenly way. It seems harmless on the surface, but it exudes an indescribable strange temperament inside.

This vast land is really disaster and difficult...

While he was observing Chen Mang, a misty breath appeared in Zixiao Palace. Zhang Sanfeng appeared and bowed to Hongjun and said, "Old friend, you are in harmony with the Tao and protect the prehistoric world. This move is really admirable. I will come to see you off."

Hongjun moved his eyes away from Chen Mang and said to Zhang Sanfeng with a smile: "Thank you."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a smile, then took out his own futon and sat cross-legged to the first row.

Hongjun: “…”
Chapter completed!