Honghuang: I am the first disciple of Chan Cult

In Zixiao Palace.

Zhou Yuan arrived in front of the Fenbao Rock, and after probing with his divine sense, he found that the Fenbao Rock was indeed like an ordinary stone, without any peculiar aura.

But is Fenbao Rock really an ordinary stone?

What kind of character would Hongjun use an ordinary stone as a container for so many magic weapons?

Besides, ordinary stones can't even place an acquired spirit treasure, let alone so many treasures, among which there may be an innate spirit treasure!

"Uncle Tongtian, can you help me with the Zhuxian Sword?" Zhou Yuan couldn't see through the Fenbaoyan, so he looked at the Tongtian Sect Master and asked.

The Tongtian Sect Master laughed and said, "Senior nephew is polite, let Senior Uncle come to help you get the treasure!"

After speaking, one of the four swords of Zhuxian flew out in an instant under his control, and a sword slashed down on the Fenbao Rock.

I only heard a click, and the Fenbao Rock shattered in response.

Boom!

The next moment, a purple qi instantly rose into the sky.

Zhou Yuan didn't have time to take a closer look, and when he saw this movement, he immediately pocketed Fenbaoyan.

The immortals looked at the vanished Fenbaoyan, and their hearts were so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood.

The co-authoring of this treasure rock stepping horse itself is also a great magic weapon

Zhun Ti and Jieyin were closer to Fenbao Rock, and the purple qi that rose to the sky made the faces of the two of them turn into a bitter melon color.

He couldn't laugh anymore, and his whole face looked like he was crying.

They actually missed a good baby?

"Thank you two uncles for agreeing!" Zhou Yuan obtained the treasure, and while flying back, he did not forget to make a sarcastic mention and introduction.

The two of them were already very uncomfortable, and when they heard this, their faces were even more gloomy, and they didn't even bother to say a word to Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan returned to Sanqing's side, and Yuan Shi smiled: "The apprentice really has a good chance, all the immortals are looking away, but you are the only one who has a heart!"

"It's just luck!" Zhou Yuan said modestly.

Yuan Shi smiled, if it was all luck, then his apprentice, I am afraid that the luck of the whole flood is the best!

It's not weaker than them at all!

"The treasure is over, let's leave by ourselves!"

Hongjun said lightly.

The six people on the futon looked at each other, but they didn't leave, and sat silently on the futon.

When the master started preaching earlier, he said that he preached for 3,000 years at a time.

It's only been 2,800 years, and there's still 200 years to go!

Many of the immortals flew out of Zixiao Palace, and when they flew out, they suddenly remembered that something was wrong.

Didn't the master say that he would preach for 3,000 years?

Thinking of this, the immortals hurriedly flew back to Zixiao Palace, and as soon as they came and went, they were delayed on the road for more than a hundred years.

When they returned to Zixiao Palace, they saw that Hongjun had finished preaching, and everyone understood the avenue again.

This time, Hongjun is talking about the way of saint cultivation, the content is extremely mysterious, not the realm of saints, I am afraid that it is impossible to comprehend at all.

Zhou Yuan's head rose a little when he heard this, and he could only use these mysterious things by remembering them first, and then cultivating them in the future.

Those immortals who returned to Zixiao Palace were almost angry to death one by one.

I'm really a pig brain!

I had already said before the sermon for 3,000 years, why did I leave in such a hurry!

But at this time, Hongjun had already finished speaking, and it was useless.

"At the end of the sermon, the poor way will soon become one with the way of heaven, and from then on, there will be no great calamity. "

Hongjun said in a deep voice.

When the immortals heard this, they were also relieved, Hongjun is really too strong!

So strong that the whole flood wilderness doesn't know how strong he is.

Now that he and Heavenly Dao are one, there is no need to worry about him interfering with the order of the Flood Desolation.

After Hongjun finished speaking, Zixiao Palace fell into chaos and disappeared.

Everyone is in chaos, but fortunately, the strong people who are quasi-saint cultivators don't know how many people there are, and they won't be hurt if they walk through the chaos.

"Let's go, go back and realize!".

Taishang said.

The Taiji diagram unfolded, the invisible Dao rhyme flowed, and under the envious and jealous eyes of the immortals, Sanqing and Zhou Yuan directly crossed the Taiji diagram and disappeared in place.

Nuwa called her brother Fuxi, and the map of the mountains and rivers unfolded, wrapping the two of them into streamers and passing away.

Zhun Ti and the introduction of several people left in such a gorgeous way, and their feelings were a little complicated.

"Shizun is still too partial, the war destroyed the spiritual veins of the West back then, and now the West is so barren, not to mention that there are few masters, even magic weapons are so rare!".

"The master didn't give us more support!".

The guide sighed lightly.

Zhun Ti said lightly: "We might as well go to Zifu Continent, the power of the Eastern Prince, to have a look!"

"What do you mean?" Beck's eyes lit up, and he had a premonition that something unusual was happening.

Zhun Ti said with a smile: "I calculated that the Eastern Prince's fate will be in calamity, and after this guy dies, we will bring back all the things that Zifuzhou has developed over the years to the West, so as to subsidize the West!"

Then he stroked his palm and smiled: "Good way!".

The two looked at each other, and they were very excited.

Zifuzhou still has a lot of heritage, if you can take it away.

They also have some family backgrounds in the West!

At least not every time someone takes it out and says it's a barren West.

They want to tell the immortals of the desolation that the West is not afraid of poverty, and that their brothers have a way!