God-Level Brat System - Chapter 1563
[Chapter 1563 From now on, I am the Taoist Ancestor]
“Kong Xuan!”
Ye Meng shouted in a baby voice.
“Here…!”
Kong Xuan’s voice was trembling, and he walked in front of Ye Meng in a trance.
First, the Hongmeng purple air is a chance to prove the Tao, and second, Ye Meng’s awesomeness has completely exceeded his imagination.
Even the Taoist Hongjun has to call him big brother.
Such an awesome person is actually his master, Kong Xuan.
This made Kong Xuan feel like he was in a dream and couldn’t believe it.
While Kong Xuan was still in a trance, Ye Meng turned over her little hand, and a stream of Hongmeng purple air had already entered his body.
A moment later, Kong Xuan, who already had the strength of a quasi-saint, immediately proved the
Tao of the Hunyuan Saint! The immortals in the heavenly court around him went completely crazy!
At this moment, I don’t know how many people regretted it and began to bleed!
If they had known that Ye Meng was so awesome, they would have hugged his thighs early, how good would that be?
Pah pah pah!
Suddenly, a burst of popping sounds suddenly rang out.
Many people couldn’t help but turn their heads to look after hearing this.
However, they saw an immortal official slapping himself crazily.
He wailed while slapping himself.
“Chen Daoyi, you are the number one fool in the world. I told you that you have no eyes…”
Seeing Chen Daoyi, Chen Xianjun, in such a state, the immortals felt more and more regretful.
You know, long before Ye Meng overthrew the Jade Emperor, they had the opportunity to curry favor with Ye Meng.
However, at that time, the immortals were all proud of their status, and they didn’t respect Ye Meng, a little kid, at all, so naturally no one would think of currying favor with him. However,
now it seems that those who have such an idea are all fools.
“Yang Jian, your Hongmeng purple air!”
“Nezha, take it!”
“Zhao Gongming, this is yours!”
“Miss Yunxiao, take the Hongmeng purple air!”
Ye Meng has almost turned into a boy who distributes money, constantly distributing the Hongmeng purple air.
Hongjun’s lips trembled when he saw this, and it was as if a hundred thousand grass horses were whistling through his heart.
How many saints will Ye Meng produce? The
immortals around him wailed in their hearts, staring at the Hongmeng Purple Qi with their eyes fixed, swallowing their saliva secretly!
Especially when they saw that even Li Jing, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Taibai Jinxing and other people also got the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they beat their chests and stamped their feet, as if they had lost their parents!
Li Jing and his son, Taibai Jinxing, were so happy that they couldn’t close their mouths!
“The master’s divine power is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea…”
After Li Jing swallowed the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he immediately flattered Ye Meng.
Unfortunately, his flattering skills didn’t seem to be very good, and Ye Meng waved his hand in disgust and drove him aside.
“Ye Dasheng… No, Dao, Dao, Dao…”
Suddenly, Zhenyuan Daxian stood up, and he stumbled to Ye Meng.
However, Zhenyuan Daxian was obviously not a person who was used to flattering.
For a moment, he couldn’t think of how to address Ye Meng.
He wanted to address Ye Meng as Daozu, but he suddenly remembered that Daozu was Hongjun, so in the end, he didn’t finish his words smoothly.
“Daozu? You want to say that I am Daozu? Yes, I am the most powerful one here, so I am naturally Daozu!”
Upon hearing this, a hint of realization flashed across Ye Meng’s face, and then he nodded with satisfaction.
Then, Ye Meng pointed at Hongjun with her little hand!
“From now on, I am Daozu, and you are my younger brother, so you will be Daozong!”
Ancestors, ancestors, since the ancestor comes in front, naturally the ancestor is greater and the clan is smaller, so there is nothing wrong with what Ye Meng said!
Upon hearing this, Hongjun nodded helplessly.
“Brother is right, from now on you will be Daozu, and I will be Daozong!”
(End of this chapter)
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