Honghuang: I, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, will never leave seclusion!

Looking at the triumphant Jun Ti, although the great powers were unwilling, they could not do anything.

For example, blocking crowding, a tacit means of competition approved by the saints, is enough.

They would never dare to do this kind of thing in a saintly field like the Zixiao Palace.

Not every Da Luo has the courage of the twelve ancestors to strike directly.

A powerful person can only be unwilling, but he can only sit on the futon in the second row.

It's a long story.

But from Sanqing sitting down, to receiving and sitting down in the detour, the battle between the great Luo powerhouses was completed in just an instant.

And after all the Da Luo were seated one by one, there was a burst of Dao sounds in the void.

"Lying high on the nine clouds, futon Dao Zhen."

"Outside the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth, I should be in charge of the Venerable."

"Pangu Sheng Tai Chi, two yi and four elephants."

"The leader of Xuanmen Capital, a flame of glory."

On the high platform in the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's figure appeared on it out of thin air without alerting anyone.

The people present were shocked one after another, and this hand alone was enough to amaze them.

Even the rebellious Twelve Ancestral Witches, facing the dignity of saints far beyond them, stood up and saluted with respect.

"Welcome to the saint!"

On the high platform, looking at the seats below, Hongjun only glanced at it lightly, and then spoke, "In the future, you will sit in this order and cannot be changed." "

Yes!"

The group of Da Luo, who did not grab the first row of seats, was unwilling to respond.

"I created the artifact in my palm, and I was sanctified in the flood wilderness, and when I preached for ten thousand years, I taught the flood wilderness, so I preached three times with the Zixiao Palace, and I needed to listen to the sermon attentively."

Hongjun's voice reached the ears of all the mighty, and then, a burst of mysterious Dao sounds entered the ears of all the mighty.

The great powers didn't even have time to thank them, so they were directly immersed in that sound, and their faces were all fascinated.

The saints preach and follow their words.

The ceiling was scattered, the golden lotus surged from the ground, and the many visions were insignificant.

The thick Dao rhyme pervaded, and the sound of the Immortal Dao echoed in the Zixiao Palace, and the flood and desolation powers were mesmerized to hear it.

And the mana in his body also soared with Hongjun's preaching.

As soon as this scene lasted, it was a full 3,000 years.

As soon as the time came, Hongjun directly shut up, and the Daoyin Immortal Sound between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and the powerful people immersed in the thick Dao rhyme woke up one after another.

One by one, they looked at Hongjun on the high platform with resentment.

Although the highest thing that Hongjun said this time is only the way of Da Luo.

But for this group of Da Luo Jinxian who were groping their own way, it was like a bright moon, illuminating their next path.

Even those cultivators of Da Luo Consummation were not unhappy at this time.

Hongjun's exquisite Immortal Dao Immortal Method made them see those mistakes and omissions in the past cultivation that seemed to be complete, but in fact there were still a lot of mistakes.

This kind of thing of making up for the foundation and strengthening the heels, for them, even if they talk about ten thousand years, they will not dislike it.

......

"Three thousand years have passed, this sermon is the beginning of the immortal path, the realm of Da Luo, and after 10,000 years, I will open a sermon on the Daluo and the path of preaching!"

Hongjun said lightly in the face of the resentful gazes of the group of Da Luo.

"Thank you Dao Ancestor for your grace in preaching!"

Even if the Da Luo was reluctant, hearing Dao Ancestor's words, they could only bow and thank.

Right at this moment.

In the crowd, Zuwu Houtu got up directly under the astonished gazes of the powerful people around him.

"The Dao Ancestor is merciful and preaches the Flood Desolate Immortal Dao, but my Wu Clan has a thin relationship with the Immortal Dao, and I ask the Dao Ancestor to guide my Wu Clan on how to practice."

As soon as these words came out, even the other eleven ancestors were surprised.

"Houtu girl..." The hot-tempered Zhu Rong just wanted to speak, but was pulled by Candle Jiuyin on the side.

Houtu, on the other hand, looked straight at the Hongjun Daozu above.

After three thousand years of preaching, the mysterious path of Hongjun Immortal Dao told by Hongjun, Houtu listened to it all and remembered it all in his heart.

But it was precisely then that she was pleasantly surprised.

This Hongjun Immortal Dao is also worthy of the immortal method that Dao Ancestor Hongjun realized and handed down, and its cultivation difficulty is so low that almost all flood and desolate creatures can practice.

And the upper limit is high, but it is directed at Da Luo!

Moreover, the next two lectures will involve Da Luo, the road of preaching.

But... The Wu Clan, however, is not within the scope of this practice.

Their Wu clan was transformed by the combination of Pangu essence blood and the turbid qi of heaven and earth.

If you practice the Hongjun Immortal Dao and absorb the pure qi of heaven and earth to practice, you will damage your own Wu bloodline in disguise.

Maybe the other ancestors didn't care much, for them, there was their own Father God inheritance.

What Hongjun Immortal Dao, if you can't cultivate, you can't cultivate, what's the big deal.

But the post-soil nature is straightforward.

When she thought that everyone else could cultivate, but they couldn't do it in the Wu Clan, she felt uncomfortable in her heart.

Why can they all cultivate, my Wu clan can't, thinking of this, I simply stood up and asked Hongjun.

On the high platform, Hongjun looked at the back soil below and groaned slightly.

This era is the era of the Lich race, and the strength of the Lich race really needs to be balanced.

But he has been perfecting his Hongjun Immortal Dao since the beginning of his cultivation, and even the secret method of beheading three corpses to be passed down later is based on the Hongjun Immortal Dao.

This is his path, and it is also the path that most living beings in the flood wilderness can walk.

But the Wu Clan is not suitable for his path, and the Wu Clan is more suitable for the mixed path taken by many other great powers in his time.

But he was also not proficient in the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Road, and if he changed to the past, he might only be able to give some guidance for the Wu Clan to find it himself.

But now....

Hongjun thought of Ao Changsheng in the East China Sea.

Perhaps, the Wu Clan can test this Mixed Yuan Da Luo.

Hongjun thought like this in his heart, but his face was silent, and he said after a deep groan.

"A few days ago, Poor Road went to the coast of the East China Sea to visit friends, and came across a hidden dojo, where a Hong Desolate Great Power lived in seclusion, and the chance of your Wu Clan may be there."

Without waiting for the powerful reaction of the floods, they disappeared directly under everyone's gaze.

And as soon as these words came out, not only the ancestral Wu Houtu below, but also many other Flood Barren Daluo were also surging with thoughts.

That was the power of the Dao Ancestors to call Daoyou.

If they can find it, even if they don't have the opportunity to worship the teacher, it is a good thing to get his guidance!