Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Hongjun opened his mouth, and the three thousand laws pervaded Zixiao Palace in an instant.

Infinite dao rhymes emerged, and the order of avenues in the void showed the majesty of dao ancestors.

"Dao Chong, if you use it, it may not be profitable. Yuanxi, it seems to be the ancestor of all things; Zhanxi, it seems to exist. I don't know whose son is like the ancestor of the emperor."

"The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog; the sage is not benevolent, and treats the people as a straw dog. Between heaven and earth, is it like a stick? It is empty and unyielding, and it moves out. It is better to stay in the center than to talk too much."

All the innate powers, listening to Dao, they are all immersed in Hongjun's Dao rhyme.

The first time he preached, Hongjun Taoist preached the way of Daluo Jinxian.

The great powers in Zixiao Palace have already stepped into this realm, so they can naturally understand a little bit.

Following Hongjun's preaching, the entire Zixiao Palace was filled with purple energy, the rhythm of the Tao was endless, golden flowers bloomed in the void, and the dense fragrance wafted throughout the room.

The seven people on the futon felt waves of heat pouring into their bodies.

The Dao, which was originally obscure and difficult to understand, became easy in an instant.

Just when everyone realized the Tao, the three flowers on top of them involuntarily gathered together.

This is the flower of Daluo, which symbolizes the heritage and potential of monks.

Chapter 96 Three Flowers and Eleven Grades, the Sermon Ends with Gourd Vine

The three flowers gather on the top, and the five energies go toward Yuan.

Such rare events appear in patches in Zixiao Palace unexpectedly.

Endless dao rhymes lingered, and bursts of dao sounds sounded.

The great powers in Zixiao Palace all bloomed with three flowers on top.

To be able to come to Zixiao Palace, the natural aptitude is extremely high, and the foothold is deep.

Most of the innate souls who listened to the sermon had flowers of the seventh rank.

"It turns out that the eighth grade of flowers is blooming!"

Someone in Zixiao Palace exclaimed.

I saw that the queen mother of Naxi had eight ranks of flowers blooming, surpassing most of the great powers present.

"Dongwanggong has nine grades of flowers, and there is no one in a million."

The others looked enviously at the Duke Dong who was dressed in gold.

Eight ranks of flowers bloom, which is already rare.

Nine grades of flowers bloom, even more unattainable by ordinary people.

Immediately afterwards, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Fuxi, etc., were all nine ranks of flowers blooming.

It shocked others.

The seven people on the futon also began to bloom their own three flowers.

Zhunti, Nuwa, Kunpeng, the ninth and a half flowers bloom.

Receive and lead the Taoist, the tenth grade of flowers blooms.

Qualifications are already unmatched.

"Yuanshi, Tongtian, actually bloomed ten and a half ranks of flowers, but it's a pity that they can't reach eleventh rank."

A big man exclaimed.

The sound was so loud that it even caused the mana next to him to become disordered and become obsessed.

When everyone was shocked, Lao Tzu bloomed his three flowers.

Eleven flowers bloom, invincible capital, the capital of a sage.

Such qualifications made Hongjun look at him with admiration.

Transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, it really has a profound source of blessings.

He, Hongjun, spent countless resources to reach the twelfth rank of Blossom Blossom.

After all, he is the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven, and Sanhua's level will not be low.

"Shocked, Dijun and Taiyi are also the eleventh grade of Blossom!"

There was a commotion in Zixiao Palace

There are three of the eleventh rank of Blossom Blossom Da Neng.

Hongjun glanced at Styx unobtrusively.

Dijun's footsteps and aptitude must have been improved by Styx.

Otherwise, even if Di Jun was the sun god, the protagonist of this catastrophe, he would not have such cultivation and opportunity.

"Hmph, Sanhua is actually higher than me for a man in fur and armor, even comparable to Big Brother."

Yuan Shi secretly resented and satirized.

"However, we, Sanqing, have the opportunity to become disciples of saints, and it will not be too late to destroy Emperor Shuntai."

Yuan Shi had a grim look on his face.

Sitting on the futon, he already guessed what the seven seats represented.

Daoist Hongjun had the heart to accept disciples.

Pan Gu is authentic and should be a disciple of the Taoist ancestor.

Zhunti Taoist, his face is black and blue.

Di Jun and Tai Yi are even more aptitude than themselves and senior brothers.

Eleven flowers bloom, he is unwilling to believe this fact.

"No matter how high your aptitude is, you still have to live, right?"

"When I become a saint, I will kill brothers Kunpeng and Dijun, and I will be ashamed."

Zhunti poured himself some chicken soup, and finally felt better.