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A thousand years of time, fleeting.

The three thousand flood desolate power of the Purple Xiao Palace has more or less gained a lot, although it did not break through the realm on the spot, but only need to go back and comprehend, you can consolidate the realm, and even save several Yuan Guild’s penance to break through to the next level.

Hongjun’s preaching voice came to an abrupt end.

The people who were immersed in preaching suddenly sobered up, and all of them had expressions of unfinished meaning on their faces.

“This sermon is the way of the Daluo Golden Immortal, and three thousand years later, the Zixiao Palace will be opened again to preach the way of quasi-saints.”

“……..”

With an expression of no sadness and no joy on his face, Hongjun said lightly.

This time the Purple Xiao Palace preached, he just followed the meaning of the Heavenly Dao, and to enhance the overall strength of the Flood Barren World, he couldn’t be too weak.

After all, the Long Han First Tribulation had just ended.

The powerhouses of the Flood Desolation World have fallen, and even the quasi-saints are numbered.

On the one hand, because there are too many strong people, it is necessary to launch quantitative robbery to reduce the number; On the other hand, it is necessary to enhance the strength of the strong in the flood wilderness.

Heavenly Dao, it’s really complicated.

Hongjun’s gaze swept over the three little ancestors beside him.

The dragon girl was completely in a daze, to be precise, she was studying the picture scroll in her hand, which contained the charm of the defensive law, and the degree of understanding of the law was definitely far better than herself.

However, those two little golden crows listened to a lot, and it is estimated that when they preach for the second time, they can enter the quasi-holy realm.

“Thank you teacher for your guidance.”

“……..”

The three thousand powerful people of the Purple Xiao Palace crawled on the ground, willingly bowing to Hongjun.

Da Luo Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, not worth mentioning, the quasi-saint who stepped towards a higher realm was what they wanted in their hearts, after all, the quasi-saint powerhouse of the flood wilderness had almost disappeared, either in body or in seclusion.

Without the correct method, just by relying on penance, another 10,000 yuan of cultivation will not be able to break through.

“There is no need to be polite, this sermon, I incidentally recruited a few destined people as disciples.”

“As a Heavenly Dao Saint, I will not interfere too much in the affairs of the flood and famine, and I will generally entrust my disciples to take charge.”

“Don’t strayed into the Demon Dao and step into the footsteps of Demon Zuluo.”

“……..”

Hongjun said lightly.

In the battle of the Demon Dao, he won the victory and was recognized by the Heavenly Dao, becoming the first saint of the Flood Barren World.

But Mozuluo did not die, but disappeared without knowing where to hide.

With that guy’s ability to do things, even if he preached with strength one day and regained the glory of the Demon Sect, Hongjun would not be surprised at all, so he could only warn the three thousand Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Purple Xiao Palace to keep them away from the people of the Demon Sect.

Without the power of this mainstay, presumably that Demon Zuluo would not be able to turn over any waves.

“Sister Ao Xin, this white-bearded grandfather is going to take an apprentice.”

“Will you take us as apprentices?”

“Don’t believe him, that bad old man is very bad, the quota must have been decided.”

Ao Xin secretly instilled his own ideas.

Let Taiyi and Di Yi not believe this bad old man’s nonsense.

If anyone really believes in his evil, then the brain is in the water, 100% of the quota has been set, but now the boat is pushed along the water to say it.

“……..”

Hongjun had a black line on his face.

This little dragon girl, can’t she give herself a little face as a Heavenly Dao Saint.

Although the quota has been ‘black box operation’ has been determined, it is not good for you to say so, and you can still have fun playing.

However, Ao Xin’s whispers did not dispel the expectations of the three thousand flood desolation power of the Purple Xiao Palace in the slightest.

After all, this is a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Saint!

Even the children under his command are the cultivators of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, if they can become disciples of the Heavenly Dao Saint, achieving the position of quasi-saint can be said to be a matter of certainty, and even the future can also step into the realm of the Heavenly Dao Saint!

As for the way to determine the acceptance of apprentices………….

Everyone looked at the six purple futons in the first row, could it be that this is the legendary big chance?!

“Lao Tzu, you are transformed by Pangu Yuan God, and you can be my disciple.”

“The disciple meets the teacher.”

“Yuanshi, you are transformed by Pangu Yuanshen and can be my second disciple.”

“The disciple meets the teacher.”

“Tongtian, you are transformed by Pangu Yuan God, and you can be my third disciple.”

“The disciple meets the teacher.”

Sanqing, who was sitting on the purple futon, said respectfully.

Although their father god is the Pangu Great God, he is not like the twelve ancestors, fighting the heavens and the earth, even the so-called Heavenly Dao is not afraid, and he still maintains a respectful attitude towards the first Heavenly Dao Saint in the Flood Barren World.

Seeing the first three disciples recruited by Hongjun, everyone was even more sure of their previous thoughts.

This purple futon must be the chance to receive an apprentice!

Thinking of this, Zhen Yuanzi was heartbroken, originally this big opportunity should be his good friend – Hongyun, but he gave it away in vain, which is really a pity.

In this regard, Hongyun is quite optimistic and still maintains a happy attitude.

“Nuwa, you have a great opportunity in the future, and your merit is immeasurable, and you can be a named disciple.”

“Nuwa meets the teacher.”

A series of benefits, smashed Nuwa dizzy.

First, the little dragon girl Ao Xin gave up her seat and directly replaced the good old man Red Cloud, but after the interruption of the Western duo, she sat on the purple futon by mistake under the recommendation of Jiutian Kunpeng and became a saint disciple.

As for ‘personal disciples’ and ‘named disciples’, that’s not a big problem, they are all saints!

In the future, if the power of the Flood Desolation World wants to move them, they must first consider the Heavenly Dao Saint behind them-Hongjun, whether he will make a move or not, no one dares to gamble with his life.

In case he made a move, who could stop the power of this Heavenly Dao Saint?

Seeing the first four creatures sitting on the purple futon, all became Hongjun’s disciples, and the remaining two also had happy faces.

“Disciple Kunpeng / Styx Old Ancestor, see you…”

“Silence!”

Hong Jun said in a deep voice.

Although the candidates for sitting on the purple futon have changed to a certain extent, the established candidates cannot be changed at will.

After all, from the beginning, Hongjun was to accept disciples instead of Heavenly Dao, and his disciples would definitely be Heavenly Dao saints in the future!

Kunpeng and the Styx ancestor have no fate, then it is impossible to become a disciple of Hongjun for the rest of your life, even if you occupy all six purple futons, this is the fate of heaven!

“It has long been said that this old man has already set a quota.”

“……..”

Ao Xin said as expected.

There is a puppet in his hand, which is the owner of the valley fabricated himself, although only ordinary flood desolate soil is used, but it contains the ‘law of earth’, ‘law of life’, ‘law of fantasy’, and the magic is endless.

It can also be used as a sound transmission thing, even if it is on the edge of the flooded world, it can also communicate unimpeded.

However, the puppet, which had not moved for two thousand years, now had its eyes become agile.

“Ao Xin, I have something to tell you.”

“Valley Master?!”

“……..”