From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Chapter 176 The Little Kirin Being Beaten

The prehistoric era

In a blink of an eye, the last sermon of Zixiao Palace is coming, and all the great powers have arrived at Zixiao Palace on time.

Hongjun appeared on the high platform, sitting cross-legged on a cushion. He glanced at the three thousand worldly guests who had been waiting for his arrival.

Then he was slightly stunned, and found that two transfer students were missing.

The third thing he talked about was the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. Hongjun knew that the Honghuang Heavenly Dao would not let the two Daoists follow his path of beheading the three corpses and becoming a saint.

The path of becoming a saint through merit and virtue will not allow two paths to be taken.

But the law is sanctified, and this is acceptable.

The original arrangement of Heaven was to let them listen to the following law and the path to becoming a saint.

But now the third lecture has begun, and the person has not yet arrived. Does the Heavenly Dao think that there is no need to listen? Or...

Hongjun released his spiritual sense to look at the chaos outside Zixiao Palace, but saw no one.

Hongjun's heart sank. Whether the two Taoists came to listen to the teachings might determine whether the Heavenly Dao would still value him in the future.

Although he became a saint, he did so with the help of Heaven. If he was abandoned by Heaven, he, Hongjun, would be only slightly stronger than an ordinary saint!

Thinking of this, Hongjun couldn't help but close his eyes and use his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the Heaven to find out what He meant.

When the three thousand worldly guests saw Hongjun coming out, they looked at the two empty cushions below and then calmed down.

Although they had doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to make any sound and just waited quietly.

Not long after, Hongjun withdrew his spiritual consciousness, opened his eyes, and a strange look appeared on his face.

But in an instant, Hongjun retracted the expression on his face, glanced at the three thousand worldly people below him, his gaze lingered on the Three Pure Ones for a moment, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"This is the third lecture and also the final one."

"This time, I will talk in detail about Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit and Hunyuan Dao Fruit."

As the ethereal voice echoed in Zixiao Palace, the originally quiet hall suddenly became noisy, but it soon subsided again.

Hunyuan Daoguo, these four words exploded like thunder in the hearts of all the powerful people.

All the powerful beings, even the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and other powerful beings who were relatively calm and indifferent, could not help but show expressions of shock.

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In the Taoist Palace, Zhang Qiling stood in front of the sofa with his arms folded across his chest, staring expressionlessly at Mo Jiu who was playing a game with his online friends.

"Two cubs, hurry up, cover me... heads, heads..."

"Oops! It got away."

"No, let's have another team fight. I haven't got enough kills yet..."

"Two cubs, give me some milk. I'm out of blood."

"Xiao Jiu."

"Hey bro, wait a minute, I'll finish this game first."

Zhang Qiling's clear eyes stared indifferently at his delicate little face without even raising his head.

"You've said it seventeen thousand times."

"Is there?" Mo Jiu looked up from the game console screen and glanced at the young man in confusion.

"That doesn't matter for this round, little brother, just wait a little longer."

Zhang Qiling rubbed his fingers together, his eyes deepened, "You've said this 16,777 times, so when you're done playing, come with me to class."

"What class?" Mo Jiu held the game console, turned over and lay on his back on the sofa, trying to make himself more comfortable.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun's sermon."

Mo Jiu paused and wanted to say something, but on the game screen, the assassin on the opposite side stabbed him with a knife in stealth.

"Hey hey... two cubs, protect the king, your boss is going to die."

Zhang Qiling's pupils narrowed slightly when he heard the familiar game name.

This person pesters his Xiaojiu to play games day and night, and has led his well-behaved little Qilin astray. Should he find out who it is?

Anyone who can play with the little Qilin without sleep is not from the world of tomb raiders.

Which one is from Xuantian Island?

"oops!"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Seeing that he was about to win, Mo Jiu was so excited that his game console suddenly fell from his raised hands.

It hit him right on the nose, but the force was barely enough to tickle him.

But he was hit on the head several times by an invisible force, and he screamed in pain, holding his little head.

Zhang Qiling nervously took a few steps forward, wanting to check on Mo Jiu's condition.

Suddenly, he stopped and retracted his outstretched hand.

"Ow..."

Mo Jiu on the sofa suddenly turned into his original form that had not been restored for a long time, a chubby little unicorn in black with gold patterns.

"Clap clap clap..."

"Ahhh... (Daddy, daddy, it hurts...)"

The little Qilin was lifted up in the air, and a series of slapping sounds were heard, accompanied by the little Qilin's screams.

It makes people feel soft-hearted just by listening to it.

Zhang Qiling looked at its miserable crying appearance and turned his head away.

He did not forget the little Qilin, and left himself aside to play games with the two cubs.

Honghuang Tiandao ignored its cries. This little Qilin really deserved to be punished. He had ordered it to go to class, but it dared to escape.

Thinking of Hongjun's strange expression, Honghuang Tiandao couldn't help but beat him a few more times. He didn't stop until the little Qilin's butt was swollen.

There was also a culprit who tempted this playful little Qilin. Honghuang Tiandao simply grabbed with his big hand and pulled a small ball of light out of the game console.