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

In the corner, Kunpeng’s face was gloomy, and his heart roared.

“Damn, take the lead, you guys deserve to !!!”

The supreme opportunity, just like that, missed him, all because of the introduction of the two of them.

If it weren’t for the two of them, how could he have missed such an opportunity?

It can be expected that the six people who have seats will definitely get greater benefits, and even a great possibility of obtaining the sanctification method!!!

Breathing a little shortly, Kunpeng looked coldly at where the red cloud was.

“This pen!”

“Who qualifies for this opportunity?!!

Murderous intent appeared in his eyes, Kunpeng turned to pour his anger on Hongyun, I can’t beat Zhun Ti, I still can’t beat you a big pen?

“…..”

Hongjun looked at everyone and said loudly

“That’s all for it, keep it in mind!”

While speaking, Hongjun began to talk with his own care.

“There is a mixture of things, born congenitally, lonely, independent and not changed, circulating but not dying, can be the mother of heaven and earth.” I don’t know its name, but the strong word is: Tao. ”

The sound rumbled like thunder, resounding through Jiuxiao, echoing throughout the Purple Xiao Palace.

The content is obscure, but full of endless mysteries.

The voice reaches everyone’s ears, because of the individual’s natural understanding, and even the different paths cultivated, the content of the comprehension is also different.

For example, Sanqing.

Taiqing Laozi heard that goodness is like water.

Yuan Shi heard that it was Shun Tian Yi.

What Tong Tian heard was that Tianyan Four Nine escaped one of them, and I took it with a sword.

The origin of Nuwa.

Fuxi’s Qiankun gossip, the way of delay…

As Hongjun preached, boundless visions arose around the mighty bodies present.

Where the three Qing are, the clear air is floating and sinking, and the brilliant color is hanging for thousands of miles.

Around Nuwa’s body, the origin of all things, endlessly.

Many visions intersect, but they exist in only one place, and do not interfere with each other, as if everyone is in the other space.

It can be seen from this that Hongjun’s means are powerful.

…..

At the same time, in all corners of the flood wasteland, the voice of Hongjun’s preaching also echoed.

But unlike the Zixiao Palace, the flood wilderness beings heard extremely unreal, ethereal, looming, and the content was obscure.

Most people are dizzy to hear, but a very small number of people are either gifted or amazingly savvy…. to learn from it.

In the ancestral land of the Wu clan, the twelve ancestors stopped cultivating together, listened to Hongjun’s sermon, and their faces gradually became solemn.

The Wu Clan does not have a Yuan God, but they will not gain the slightest.

The grumpy co-worker only felt dizzy when he heard it, and immediately scolded:

“Ge Laozi’s, Hongjun Xiao’er is really hateful, what the hell is this talking about!”

“I see, he just can’t get along with our Wu Clan.”

Hearing this, the rest of the ancestors ignored him.

Hongjun’s preaching of the flood and famine must have a deeper purpose, the specific of which is unknown.

All living beings in the flood and desolation can benefit, but they have nothing to gain from the Wu Clan.

Thinking of this, Di Jiang’s face sank, and he said in a condensed voice:

“This sermon, the flood and desolation may change greatly, I need to make plans as soon as possible, and I must deduce and improve it as soon as possible.”

Hearing this, everyone focused their heads.

Gonggong hummed, but did not refute it, it was related to the future fate of the Wu clan, and he did not dare to be careless at this time.

In the field, Houtu Phoenix’s eyes flickered slightly.

Hongjun announced that she actually wanted to listen to it, after all, Hongjun had become holy, or she could understand something from it and find another way to help the witch race.

But later, in order to jointly deduce and improve the Du Tianshen Great Array, she could only postpone this plan.

Now it seems that the flood preached and benefited all living beings, except for the Wu race.

This is definitely a huge hidden danger for the Wu Clan.

His mind was spinning, and Houtu gave birth to the idea of going to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon.

…..

Three thousand years passed, and on this day, the Dao sound that permeated the entire flood famine suddenly disappeared.

All beings wake up and bow down in unison.

“Thank the saint for his grace in preaching, the grace of the saint, be the ancestor of the Honghuang Dao!”

Hundreds of millions of living beings shouted in unison, and their voices rolled like thunder.

For a time, purple qi stretched across thousands of miles, and the colorful light reflected the nine heavens and ten lands.

A beam of meritorious golden light penetrated the chaos and fell straight into the Purple Xiao Palace, but it was all absorbed by a broken jade disk.

“……”

Hongjun’s eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on Sanqing and the others below.

When the sermon is over, the saint is born, and boundless merit is brought down, he will be able to perfect the Taoist teachings.

“The future is promising!”

The corners of his mouth raised a smile, but he quickly converged.

I saw below, Di Jun and the others woke up first, and felt their cultivation state for the first time.

The mana collapsed like an abyss sea, the divine soul radiated scorching, and the strength was greatly improved.

The three thousand years of listening to the sermon in the Zixiao Palace were actually worth ten thousand years of hard cultivation.

Everyone was ecstatic, and looked at Sanqing and the others even more enviously.

At this time, the other party was still immersed in the cultivation of epiphany.

Looking at that boundless vision, the terrifying power emanating from his body, Sanqing and the others’ gains were definitely only a lot more.

Not long after, Sanqing and the others also finished their cultivation, and their eyes burst with essence.

The six people looked at Hongjun at the head excitedly, bowed and bowed

“Thank you for the grace of the saint in preaching!”

“Hmm!”

Hongjun nodded indifferently, looked down, and said in a loud voice

“This sermon is about the way of Da Luo, and Wang’er and others have carefully understood it.”

“After the three yuan meetings, the Zixiao Palace will be opened again, and I will explain that…”

“The Way of Quasi-Sainthood.”

As soon as these words came out, the audience boiled.

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