Hong Huang commented: The saints are about to be driven crazy by me

Land of nothingness.

Ye Fan didn’t expect that Hongjun was really shameless.

He said that the holy position was the destiny of heaven, and he couldn’t do anything about it, and he couldn’t interfere, so he finally handed over the Hongmeng Purple Qi to Zhun Ti.

Isn’t this slapping yourself in the face?

Whether it is Sanqing or Nuwa, even if it is to receive Zhun Ti, they have been accepted as disciples by him, isn’t it obvious that it has been decided long ago?

Hongjun really thinks everyone else is blind!

“Huh!”

With a sneer, Ye Fan’s heart moved, and the mysterious voice commented very cooperatively

[What a difference!] 】

[Sanqing Nuwa is a personal disciple, but Zhun Ti is a named disciple. ] 】

[Huh! 】

The sneer resounded throughout the audience, and immediately made Hongjun grit his teeth in anger, but he couldn’t lose his saintly demeanor. Even if he was angry in his heart, he could only forcibly carry on the process, and the Heavenly Dao Holy Position was related to the operation of the flood waste.

But as everyone knows, he has long since lost the style of the so-called saint.

“……”

Everyone present was speechless.

Even the saints could only let it go, and they also had a deeper understanding of the power of that mysterious voice.

Since there is no hope of sanctification here, they may be able to turn to the mysterious voice.

The mysterious voice is even more powerful than Zhi Hongjun, as long as the other party is willing to accept them, they are willing to be cows and horses.

On the contrary, no matter how much Zhun Tike was, he knelt down and bowed down

“I wait to thank the saint for his kindness!”

The two directly bowed three times and nine times, not caring about what the mysterious voice said.

As long as he can get the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he can become holy in the future, regardless of whether he is a personal disciple or a named disciple.

Zhun Ti’s heart was even more happy.

He didn’t expect that he obviously had no position, and Hongjun actually accepted him as an apprentice and gave Hongmeng purple qi.

What if others look down on him?

What about named disciples?

I can be sanctified, can you?

At the thought of being able to become holy, Jun Ti’s body trembled, and his heart was excited.

“……”

Hong Yun on the side had a complicated expression, and then he also looked at Hongjun expectantly.

He has a seat, no matter how you calculate it, this seventh holy seat should also fall on him, right?

But at this moment, he heard the people around him crying and begging:

“May the saints have mercy and give me this last foundation for holiness!”

“Saint, I am deeply aware of the suffering of the flood and famine, and I am willing to work for the well-being of hundreds of millions of living beings in the flood famine.”

“And ask the saint to wait for me a chance.”

After all, there is also hope of holiness, and they still hold the only trace of luck in their hearts.

And hearing everyone’s shouts, Hong Yun’s expression suddenly became a little tangled, he didn’t know if he still wanted to fight for the last holy position.

If the last chance is cut off, wouldn’t all living beings be hopeless in holiness?

In the midst of the entanglement, everyone only listened to Hongjun reprimanding:

“Silence!”

The moment the voice sounded, a terrifying coercion swept across the scene, suddenly shocking everyone speechless.

Feeling a glorious sound coming over, everyone’s hearts were shocked, and only then did they realize what absurd things they had done.

Hongjun is a high-ranking saint, and they even want to kidnap the saint morally?!!

I simply don’t know how to write dead words.

But that was about the opportunity of sanctification, and everyone could only look at Hongjun with anticipation, hoping that the other party could give them a chance.

“……”

Hongjun’s expression was joyless or sad, taking in everyone’s reactions, and said loudly:

“There are seven Heavenly Dao Holy Seats, six are Heavenly Destiny, and this last Holy Seat depends on Er and other fateful methods!”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and then their faces showed ecstasy.

Another village.

Everyone originally thought that Hong Yun was the seventh saint, but who knew that happiness came so suddenly, it turned out that they still had a chance to become holy.

With a pitying glance at Hongyun, everyone looked at Hongjun nervously, praying in their hearts that they would be the one who had the fate.

I saw Hongjun wave his hand, and a Hongmeng purple qi appeared in the Zixiao Palace, quietly hovering above everyone’s heads.

Everyone stared at Hongmeng Purple Qi, holding their breath, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and their hearts were beating uncontrollably violently.

But then, everyone saw that Hongmeng purple qi surrounded the audience, and finally fell into the body of that red cloud.

Everyone: “??? Please turn on the microphone to communicate!!! ”

Everyone was instantly petrified, and there were 10,000 MMP sentences in their hearts, which was not worth talking about.

This is what you mean by looking at each other?

As a result, in the end, it was still Hongyun who got Hongmeng Purple Qi, and he really opened his eyes and said nonsense!

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