Hong Huang: I, the ten sons of Zulong, the golden dragon of luck

Ao Hui only felt tired for a while.

Pangu's heart and soul that he has been thinking about!
As long as there is one drop, he can reproduce countless drops.

At that time, all of them will be fused, even if his physical body is a saint, even if he is Hongjun Daozu, there may be nothing he can do!

After all, Great God Pan Gu is the Dao of Strength!
Heaven is helpless!
Ao Hui was already looking forward to it infinitely.

Unexpectedly, Goldfinger seemed to know Ao Hui's thoughts, and added: "Pangu's painstaking efforts cannot be copied, and only one drop will be rewarded."

Ao Hui:? ? ?
Ao Hui's longing just now suddenly vanished.

He suddenly became furious: "You did it on purpose, right?"

Ao Hui was suddenly speechless in anger.

It was not until a long time later that Ao Hui finally accepted this reality.

After Ao Hui finally calmed down, he didn't expect the mechanical voice to sound again in his mind.

"All interpretation rights belong to Goldfinger."

Ao Hui:! !

"puff!"

Ao Hui almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, Ao Hui has to accept this fact even if he can't accept it anymore.

After all, even a drop of Pan Gu's heart and soul is very powerful.

One drop is enough to completely reshape Ao Hui's physical body, and add a layer of Dao meat shield on the basis of being a disciple of the Dragon Clan.

Just thinking about this concept is enough to inspire Ao Hui.

So, right now, what Ao Hui has to do is to break through these disciples as soon as possible.

Especially Di Jun, who had already reached the peak of quasi-sage.

He must be allowed to break through and become a saint as soon as possible.

This can be regarded as a sign.

Only in this way can it attract a steady stream of practitioners and quasi-sages who are willing to worship the Jiejiao.

Before you know it, a year has passed.

Those cultivators who came after Dijun absorbed Ao Hui's exercises every month, practiced continuously, and finally broke through to the realm of Daluo.

It took one year to reach the realm of Daluo, and the speed of cultivation was already shocking.

And the quasi-sage Almighty, who was always paying attention to the trend of interception, was also frightened by this speed.

No matter how talented Sanqing is, it took countless tens of millions of years before he cultivated into Daluo.

But they are nothing but Taiyi Golden Immortals, and the cultivation base of the Golden Immortals, they have cultivated into Daluo in a year, which is enough to slap those prehistoric creatures in the face.

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes widened when he saw that all the disciples of Jiejiao were Da Luo.

These eyes are like copper bells, almost staring out.

One year! !

Just become Da Luo? ! !
This speed simply crushed all the creatures in the prehistoric world!

In front of them, Sanqing is probably a scumbag.

How did Ao Hui do this?
Yuanshi Tianzun had to say that he was a little moved at the moment.

The twelve ancestral witches are also quasi-sages, and they are always paying attention to the trend of interception.

However, they belonged to the witch clan, so naturally they would not give up their race to become disciples of the Jiejiao.

At this moment, Di Jiang felt sour when he saw the aura of Da Luo and the aura of quasi-sage permeating Jin'ao Island of Jiejiao.

"Can this teaching really help Zhun Shengda become a saint?"

At that time, some Wu Clan disciples said: "Wu Wang, this emperor is also a quasi-sage, but I haven't seen him become a saint yet..."

"Perhaps, this is just a way for Jiejiao disciples to win over disciples."

"..."

There are all kinds of voices in this prehistoric creature.

Of course, a large part of these quasi-sage's great power is because they can't save face.

The quasi-sage's fighting power in this prehistoric is enough to completely destroy the entire prehistoric existence.

Although they are below the saints, their combat power and destructive power are not enough to make them bow their heads.

But other prehistoric beings were all attracted by Jiejiao, and headed towards Jin'ao Island one after another.

As time goes by, there are more and more disciples of this sect.

Inside the Biyou Palace.

Master Tongtian can be said to be a hands-off shopkeeper, very comfortable.

Master Tongtian is very happy, it is a blessing to accept a disciple like Ao Hui!
Now, almost all of this teaching is under the management of Ao Hui.

With Ao Hui teaching the exercises, the disciples of the Jiejiao can practice with peace of mind, and the cultivation base of the disciples of the Jiejiao has been rising crazily all the way.

That's a horror.

Today, Master Tongtian was really bored, so he planned to visit the two senior brothers.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiqing Laozi are still angry because Ao Hui took away their chance.

But in the mind of the leader of Tongtian, they are still his elder brothers.

Therefore, Tongtian first came to Kunlun Mountain.

Inside Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly when he felt the saintly breath of the Master Tongtian.

"Brother, my junior brother is here, why don't you come out and meet?"

Yuanshi Tianzun heard Tongtian's voice, so he came out of Yuxu Palace unhurriedly, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing in Yuxu Palace? Are you deliberately watching my jokes about teaching?"

Master Tongtian was taken aback.

"Brother, I came here today to ask for peace."

"Although because of Ao Hui's incident, the senior brother cannot be sanctified, but the senior brother actually wants to be a saint. Why don't you listen to Ao Hui's advice?"

Yuanshi Tianzun was furious immediately: "Do you mean to let me, Yuanshi Tianzun, join the Jiejiao and call you, the Master of Tongtian, Master!"

"Are you here to ask for peace or to anger me deliberately!"

"If you are really good for me, let Ao Hui quickly return that opportunity."

Master Tongtian also said with a look of embarrassment: "Of course Ao Hui has the ability to help senior brother become holy, but senior brother still has to say good things to Ao Hui."

"Don't hurt your peace."

Yuanshi Tianzun was even more angry: "You still let me beg him??"

"say good things!!"

"Hahaha..." Yuanshi Tianzun was about to be laughed at by the Master Tongtian.

He suddenly raised his head and laughed a few times, then shook his sleeves and said in a hurry: "Let's go! I, Yuanshi Tianzun, don't have a junior like you, let alone a nephew like him!"

Master Tongtian sighed, and then comforted: "Brother, if this sanctification is really so important to you, what if you lower your profile a little?"

"I know Ao Hui's character. He just wants his brother to have a better attitude, and he doesn't necessarily have to say good things."

Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he was about to explode on the spot.

He glared at Master Tongtian, took a few steps forward, and shouted, "Get lost!"

Master Tongtian: ...

This roar can be said to have directly swept the coercion of the quasi-sage.

Even the entire prehistoric creatures could hear Yuanshi Tianzun's roll just now!

Master Tongtian: ...

"Okay..." Master Tongtian saw that Yuanshi Tianzun was still angry, so he was going to go to Bajing Palace to persuade Taiqing Laozi.

Unexpectedly, when the leader of Tongtian arrived at the Bajing Palace, he saw that the gate of the Bajing Palace was closed.

The leader of Tongtian Sect sighed, and then said: "Brother, haven't you even seen me?"

Taiqing Laozi's voice came slowly, with some tired emotions: "There is nothing to say."