Hong Huang commented: The saints are about to be driven crazy by me

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

When Hongjun revealed that there were only seven saints, everyone looked at Sanqing and the others sitting on the futon.

Seven holy thrones, six futons!

If there is no connection in this, they will not believe in killing them, but does this not mean that they have no access to the Holy Throne?

Sanqing and the others occupied six, and the last remaining holy throne, to whom?

Thousands of people present competed for a holy seat, and the hope was so slim that everyone was desperate in an instant.

“Could it be that I won’t be able to get the Holy Seat when I wait?”

Looking at the three clear and seven people sitting there, everyone present was called a person envious and jealous.

Only Zhen Yuanzi and Fuxi are happy for their siblings.

In contrast, Kunpeng’s face was gloomy, and his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten.

“Lead! Jun Ti! And that red cloud!!! ”

His heart roared again and again, and the killing intent in Kunpeng’s eyes seemed to condense into substance.

If it weren’t for Hongyun’s troublesome tricks, if it wasn’t for the Zhun Tian Qiang robbery, how could he have missed that holy position?

Blocking people from becoming enlightened is like killing parents!

This grudge is so great that Kunpeng is determined to take revenge, and only blood and death can calm his anger.

“Do I have a holy throne?!!?”

Sanqing and the others’ eyes flashed, and they also thought of the possibility.

From shock to ecstasy, they couldn’t believe it, everything came so suddenly.

They never imagined that the realm of saints would be so close to them.

But right now.

As if a tacit agreement had been reached, the rest of the people shouted:

“I also hope that the saint will have mercy, give me and other guidance, and give me the law of sanctification!”

“I hope the saint has mercy!”

Seeing that the holy throne was about to be determined, of course, the hearts of the people were reluctant, and with the only trace of luck, they hoped that their pleas could move Hongjun.

“May the saints have mercy ..”

“Silence!”

Hongjun’s flat voice sounded, and everyone only felt an invisible coercion sweeping over, and they were instantly silenced.

Only to hear Hongjun say indifferently:

“The position of a saint has its own destiny, and it is all fate, and it cannot be forced.”

“When this sermon is over, I will retire to the flood.”

“The flood will not change the trend, and I will not appear again.”

“Remember!”

As he spoke, Hongjun’s gaze swept over everyone.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads in sight, they only felt that they were careful to be seen through, and they did not dare to meet Hongjun’s gaze.

However, just as Hongjun’s words fell, the terrifying mysterious voice sounded again.

[Huh, still want to be sanctified? I want to fart and eat it! 】

[There are only seven Heavenly Dao Holy Places, and only my disciples are qualified to become holy. 】

[As for you smelly fish and rotten shrimp, do you match it?] 】

[Do you really think that the saint is a Chinese cabbage?] 】

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, as if a needle could be heard.

“It turns out that saints are also selfish?!!”

Sanqing and the others had mixed feelings, and they didn’t know whether to be happy or sad for a while.

And the rest of the people are unbelievable, looking at Hongjun daring to be angry and dare not speak, it turns out that they are just supporting roles from beginning to end.

The position of the Heavenly Destiny Saint has long been predetermined.

Even in Hongjun’s eyes, they are a group of smelly fish and rotten shrimp, and they don’t even have the qualifications to be looked up to by each other.

“How so?!!!?”

The hearts of everyone present roared, they could not accept this reality.

As powerful beings feared by countless people, they have stood at the top of the pyramid of flood waste.

But now, the harsh reality makes them understand that if they are not saints, they are finally ants, and they are deprived of even the last chance to become holy.

There are only seven Heavenly Dao Holy Seats, isn’t it exactly the six people designated by Hongjun?

As for the seventh holy throne, do they still have hope?

In a moment of thought, everyone was strong and looked at Hongjun with anticipation.

Even if there is only a faint hope, in order to become that high saint, they feel unwilling to give up so easily.

“……”

Taking in everyone’s expressions, Hongjun’s face was a little gloomy.

That mysterious voice was really hateful, and the key was that he couldn’t detect the origin of the other party at all.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he said in a deep voice

“The Holy Position of Heaven’s Dao is the destiny of Heaven!”

“Only those who have obtained the heavens and the earth can achieve the realm of saints, not that I am unwilling to show the way forward.”

After speaking, Hongjun turned to look at Sanqing and the others, nodded, and said

“Sanqing, the three of Ru were transformed by the Pangu Yuan God, they are Pangu orthodox, with extraordinary heels and feet, and profound luck, and they should be disciples of my family!”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and everyone looked at Sanqing with envy and hatred.

The crowd roared in their hearts: Why not me?!!!

They were almost envious and jealous to the point of separation.

If it was just a guess at the beginning, Sanqing and the others were likely to be inner saints, but they still had luck in their hearts.

As the mysterious voice exposed Hongjun’s heart, they felt that there was little hope, but there was still a trace of longing for the holy position in their hearts.

But now the illusion was instantly shattered, and everyone only felt that the sky was shattered.

Especially Kunpeng, who was alone in the corner, looked at the connection and Hong Yun’s gaze, filled with a light called hatred and killing intent.

Blocking people from becoming enlightened is like killing parents, and hatred is not shared with the sky!

If he had the chance, Kunpeng would have to kill these two, and only in this way could he calm the anger in his heart.

At the same time, Sanqing glanced at each other and bowed excitedly

“I’ll wait to see Master!”

“Hmm!”

Hongjun nodded with satisfaction, he accepted Sanqing as an apprentice not only to conform to heavenly reason, but also to divide the merit of opening heaven on Sanqing’s body.

As a teacher of the three purities, he has the grace of preaching and solving confusion, and he should share the merit of opening the heavens.

The gloomy expression was slightly soothed, and Hongjun summoned three Hongmeng purple qi with a wave of his hand, and there seemed to be boundless rhyme flowing on it.

With just one glance, the hearts of everyone present were furious, and their eyes were red and about to go crazy.

……….