Rebirth of the East Prince: The strongest Hunyuan in the prehistoric

Everyone was puzzled and thinking secretly, wondering what was so special about Dongwanggong. Not only was he in the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, he could even get a glance from the Taoist ancestors, but the fate of this spiritual treasure was not inferior to that of the Three Qing Emperors.

Jun, etc., the method of enlightenment through laws is so wonderful.

While they were thinking about it, monks kept coming forward to get the treasures. However, since Prince Dong, no one has been able to remove so many spiritual treasures. Most of them are only two or three pieces. If there are too many, they can only be counted in two hands. And

Most of the treasures were acquired the day after tomorrow, and some people even spent their magic power but didn't receive a single treasure, so they had no choice but to return empty-handed.

Among them was one who would become famous in later generations. He was the heel of Xiantian's coffin. He was the monk Ran Deng who took the form of the first coffin in the ancient world.

A hundred years passed by in a flash. After the three thousand earthly mortals tried the fate method one by one, the treasure rock was already empty. At this time, those who had obtained the innate spiritual treasure were satisfied, while those who had not obtained it were dejected. Everyone

Just as he was about to leave, he saw King Dong coming back.

Out of curiosity, the cultivators stopped and watched, and saw him walking up to the Immortal Rock, reaching out and taking away the Fenbao Rock, which contained thousands of spiritual treasures.

Everyone was shocked and soon became upset. Even Sanqing and other quasi-sage powerful officials felt it was a pity. Why didn't they think of taking away this treasure rock? It can hold so many treasures. I figured it out.

It won't be ordinary either.

However, there is no use worrying about it. It has fallen into the hands of Duke Dong, but no one can make him hand it over again.

After collecting the treasure, the cultivators returned to the Zixiao Palace. At this time, Taozu was still sitting on the cloud bed in the palace.

After everyone sat down according to their positions, a female cultivator walked out from behind, it was the Hou Tu Zu Sha.

Hou Tu stepped forward, bowed to Hongjun and said, "I dare to ask my ancestors. Our witch clan is transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu. Is there any chance of becoming a saint?"

Hongjun opened his eyes, looked at Hou Tu, showing an inexplicable expression, and replied after a moment: "If the ancestral witch is from the witch clan, he cannot become a saint."

There was something in Hongjun's words, but Hou Tu didn't hear it. She only showed disappointment when she heard the result. She listened to the sermon twice, and in six thousand years, although she had some understanding of the Tao of Yuanshen, she didn't understand it at all.

As a result, she had also obtained several good spiritual treasures from the precious rock previously. However, the Wu clan had no soul and could not use the spiritual treasures for sacrifice, so they were of no use to her.

She came to Zixiao Palace this time to help the Wu clan find a way forward, but what she got was this result.

Houtu was extremely lonely, but Sanqing, who was also a descendant of Pangu, smiled. Yuanshi looked at the former, even more gloating about his misfortune.

Not only them, but the Demon Clan Emperor Jun Taiyi and others also breathed a sigh of relief. The Lich and Demon Clan were the two largest forces in the ancient world. After thousands of years, even if both forces were restrained, there was gradually some friction.

, although the war has not officially started, everyone knows that there will eventually be a war.

Under such circumstances, the one who least expected a saint to be born among the Witch Clan was naturally the Demon Clan.

But not long after they were happy, they heard Dao Ancestor speak again: "The twelve ancestral witches of the Wu Clan, the others have no chance of becoming saints, but you, the descendant, may still have some chance."

"Please tell me from Daozu!"

Houtu was puzzled by Daozu's specious words, so he asked again.

"Don't reveal the secret of heaven. You will understand it by then."

After Hongjun finished speaking, he ignored the inexplicable Hou Tu, his face straightened, showing an extremely solemn expression, and he spoke loudly.

"Since Pangu opened the world, the way of heaven has been born, controlling the rotation of all things. I have obtained the magic weapon of enlightenment, followed the trend of heaven, and become a saint. I have accepted the responsibility of enlightenment, preached scriptures and preached for thousands of years. Now that my merits are perfect, I feel that there is a deficiency in the way of heaven.

, although he has obtained the holy status but is unable to make up for it, Sui Pindao is willing to imitate the great god Pangu and use his body to complement the way of heaven, benefit all living beings in the wild, and make the whole world sacred."

Hongjun's words not only echoed in Zixiao Palace, but also spread throughout the world, ringing in the ears of every living being everywhere.

The holy power is fully displayed, and no one dares to show any disrespect.

All practitioners present bowed their heads and shouted: "Master, Taoist Patriarch is merciful!"

The holy words sounded again: "From now on, Hongjun is the way of heaven, but the way of heaven is not Hongjun. You need to remember the teachings of Pindao and do more meritorious deeds, and you will have the protection of heaven. Remember it."

"We will keep in mind the teachings of Master and Taoist Patriarch."

"From now on, there will be no great calamity, no Hongjun will appear, hehe!"

As soon as the word "合" came out, Tao Ancestor's whole body was filled with black gold light, which made people dare not look at him. Suddenly, an extremely powerful coercion spread across the vast land, including far away in the chaotic Zixiao Palace, which was even more powerful than the Saint Tao Ancestor's capital.

Countless times stronger.

Then, a pair of giant eyes without a trace of emotion appeared in the void, and appeared in the mind of every living being. In thousands of forms, they were the eyes of heaven.

After the eyes of heaven opened, the mysterious golden light flashed, and the Taoist ancestor on the cloud bed disappeared directly in front of everyone.

Hongjun combined his body with the way of heaven. At this moment, the prehistoric way of heaven was officially completed, and all living beings felt that the way was clear and clear, including everyone in Zixiao Palace at this time. The road ahead seemed much clearer, but at the same time, everyone felt like they were covered with quilts.

We are bound by an invisible yoke, and although the eye of heaven is not visible, it seems to be hanging high in our hearts. This is the saying that when people are doing it, heaven is watching.

From this moment on, when living beings take form and spiritual treasures are born, there will be disasters that will befall them. This is a test of heaven that no one can avoid.

The power of this combination shocked the ancient world, and it took a long time for all living beings in the ancient world to recover from their panic.

At this time, the sermon had been completed, and all the practitioners had their own concerns, so they left the Zixiao Palace and went down to the ancient continent.

They went to the wilderness with Queen Mother Xi and were about to return to the abbot's dojo when they heard a greeting coming from behind.

"Brother Zhiyang Dao, stay!"

The two of them turned their heads and saw Zhen Yuanzi fleeing, followed by Hong Yun as expected.

"Fellow Taoist Zhenyuan, what's the matter?"

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi coming in a hurry, Prince Dong stopped and asked.

Zhen Yuanzi turned to look at Hongyun who seemed to be in a trance, sighed, and said: "Although fellow Taoist Hongyun has obtained Hongmeng Purple Qi, he is not a destined saint. There are many variables. I secretly speculate that the road ahead will be bumpy and difficult.

, thinking that Brother Zhiyang was so talented, he came to ask for advice on how to deal with it."

Prince Dong looked at Hongyun, who was still at a loss and didn't realize that he was in danger. He shook his head secretly, thought for a moment and said, "You can place fellow Taoist Hongyun in your Wanshou Mountain Dojo, and meditate on the Hongmeng Purple Qi."

, don’t leave even half a step away from the Wuzhuang Temple, practice as a quasi-sage with your Taoist friends, and protect each other with the inscriptions on the palm of your hand, you should be fine.”

After hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi pondered for a moment and nodded: "This is the only way. I hope Hongyun can survive this disaster."

At this time, Hongyun seemed to have come back to his senses, and asked in confusion: "Two fellow Taoists, what calamity am I in?"

Duke Dongwang and Zhen Yuanzi both smiled bitterly and shook their heads, but said no more.

Zhen Yuanzi asked again: "Brother Zhiyang Taoist, with your talents, if you want to become a saint, why don't you ask Taoist ancestors for a purple spirit when you are in Zixiao Palace? With the friendship between Taoist friends and Taoist ancestors, it should not be a problem."

It’s difficult, but it’s a waste of money over those two from the West.”

Duke Dongwang laughed and then showed his great pride.

"Hahaha, my great path is clear, it is within myself, and the saint is within me, just like a floating cloud!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was so shocking that Zhen Yuanzi was shocked. He was speechless for a long time, his face was full of admiration.