Hong Huang: Appreciate my teacher, I will refine the mythical golden elixir

Because of the relationship with the Wu Clan, Bai Ze has been quite concerned about the Human Clan recently, and the more he looks at it, the more he feels that the Human Clan is not simple.

Di Jun smiled indifferently, "Luo Xuan is only a human race, what method can he come up with? It's just grandstanding."

"That's right, if Luo Xuan were to be able to create the world, our Heavenly Court has already established itself as a world under the leadership of Lord Dijun and Lord Tai."

Yingzhao rolled his eyes and quickly agreed.

"That's right, the six saints preached together, let's see how the human race ends up." Barie Tie also said in a rough voice.

"Zixiao Palace, the Taoist patriarch, preaches the Tao, and Lao Tzu preaches the human race. What is his status as Luo Xuan, and he wants to imitate others?"

There were bursts of laughter in Lingxiao Palace.

All the demon gods agreed with Di Jun's point of view, either gloating at his misfortune, or adding insult to injury.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

He didn't even dare to think about the method of creating the world, let alone Luo Xuan could think of it.

At that time, he will join the prehistoric world and ascend to the holy throne as the overlord.

This is the kingly way.

Luo Xuan's move was nothing but Xiao Daoer.

Wu Clan, Pan Gu Temple.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were also stupefied when they heard the voice of the Six Sages.

"Creation method?"

"What is that?"

"Can I eat it?"

All the ancestor witches looked at Houtu one after another, "Little sister, what do you think?"

Houtu bit his lower lip lightly, thinking: "From the literal meaning, Luo Xuan should have comprehended the power to create the world."

The Twelve Patriarchal Witch suddenly became short of breath.

Di Jiang said quickly: "I've never heard Brother Luo mention it before."

"Could it be that Brother Luo learned it from Father God?"

"It must be! Who can create the world except God the Father!"

"We really didn't follow the wrong person!"

All the ancestral witches trembled with excitement.

"Let's go, let's go to Shouyang Mountain." Zhu Rong waved his fist

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches came to Shouyang Mountain mightily.

Ask everyone where Luo Xuan is.

In the end, the twelve ancestor witches learned from the third ancestor in disappointment.

As soon as Luo Xuan came back, he went back to the Tianjing Palace Dojo to retreat.

Chapter 115 Cultivating the Creation Method and Entering the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss

After receiving Yin and Zhunti back to Mount Sumeru.

Immediately summoned all the congregants of the Western Church.

Masters and eminent monks who have attained the Tao, and Vajras who practice martial arts, all gather at Mount Sumeru.

"Lord Buddha, what's the point of calling us so urgently?" An old monk rolled a prayer bead and recited the Buddha's name with doubts in his eyes.

On Mount Sumeru, a group of monks with big bald heads are full of question marks.

On the top of the mountain, Jieyin sits on a lotus platform, and Zhunti leans on the phantom of Bodhi with his back.

Looking at the Western religion congregation with compassionate eyes, neither joy nor pity for oneself.

"Ten thousand years later, Shouyang Mountain will pass on the creation method, and you should not miss it."

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion among the monks.

The old monk was stunned, "I will go after ten thousand years, the three thousand temples in the west may be invaded by evil spirits, and there is no one guarding the Wanming Temple, my little monk."

As he said that, the big red cassock with gold trim on the old monk's body trembled.

There are many temples in the west, and the closer to Mount Sumeru, the more prosperous the incense in the temples.

Wanming Temple is one of the temples closest to Mount Sumeru, with an old monk as the host and a respected status.

As a quasi-sage, his status in the West is only below the two saints.

The thought of rushing over to listen to a junior who is younger than himself preach.

I felt uncomfortable for a while.

"quiet!"

Jieyin frowned slightly, and all the monks immediately fell silent.

Jie Yin went on to say: "After ten thousand years, those who have successfully practiced the method of creating the world can enter the world of bliss."

The old monk was taken aback, and suddenly looked at Jieyin.

All the monks were also excited.

Western religions can have so many followers and take root in the West.

It is because of the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss preached by the two sages of the West.

But now, one can enter the legendary Paradise of Ultimate Bliss after cultivating the method of creating the world, which is longing in the eyes of everyone.

The old monk trembled even more excitedly.

Zhunti interrupted and said: "The trip to Shouyang Mountain gave me a lot of encouragement. If you don't understand, just ask."

Thinking of the Linga Dharma Pillar, Zhun Ti felt distressed.

I thought I couldn't lose money.

Everyone on Mount Sumeru was gearing up, wishing they could rush to Mount Shouyang now.

They don't think that the method of creating the world is so powerful, they only care about whether they can enter the world of bliss.

Nuwa has no disciples, and Laozi has only one Xuandu, and it is on Mount Sumeru.

So after the two of them reported the matter, they returned to their respective dojos and began to retreat.

After Yuanshi and Tongtian went back, they called all the disciples together, and also announced that Luo Xuan's preaching would be ten thousand years later.

Seeing his master's cautious appearance, the disciples of the two religions rushed to tell each other.

"What is the law of creation, shouldn't it be in vain?"

"I don't believe that Luo Xuan, who is a disciple of the Renjiao like us, can have such a great ability?"

A group of disciples gathered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing about this matter.

San Xiao mingled among the crowd.

Qiong Xiao was a little angry, "How can they say that about Senior Brother Luo Xuan, no, I have to find them to reason."

Yun Xiao grabbed his younger sister, "Second Sister, forget it. They haven't met Senior Brother Luo Xuan, so how do they know how powerful Senior Brother Luo Xuan is?"

With sly eyes in Bi Xiao's eyes, she agreed: "Yes, we will go by ourselves when the time comes, without taking them!"

In teaching, the situation is even more serious.

Those disciples with extraordinary feet were arrogant, with an attitude of complete disbelief.

Only those disciples who had followed Luo Xuan's experience gathered together to discuss how to go together at that time.

Di Jun walked out of the bedroom with a look of boredom on his face.

Tai Yi came towards him, "Brother, have you been kicked out by your sister-in-law again?"

Di Jun snorted, dissatisfied: "I don't know what's so good about Luo Xuan, Xi He always speaks good things about him."

While talking, the two walked towards Lingxiao Palace.

"By the way, have everything been settled in the prehistoric world?"

Di Jun squinted at Tai Yi, even in front of his younger brother, Di Jun was not angry and pretentious.

Tai Yi smiled, "It's already been done. Speaking of it, not many people in the prehistoric world believe it."

Di Jun nodded, "I want that Luo Xuan to become the laughing stock of the whole prehistoric world."

There was a light in his eyes.

Ever since Luo Xuan appeared, everything about him has been unsatisfactory.

The demon emperor was very dissatisfied with Luo Xuan.

Very dissatisfied!

All Hong Huang's eyes should be focused on him, not a small human race.

Ever since, the entire heaven began to function.

All the monster races that had infiltrated into the prehistoric land moved.

It's a gimmick to go around preaching the law of creation.

"Do you know who Luo Xuan is? Lao Tzu's disciple, but a mere quasi-sage!"

"Now imitating Daozu and Laozi, it's really laughable."

"This method of creating the world sounds nice, but I don't know what to say."

Many prehistoric creatures have insufficient realm.

Under the propaganda of the monster race, the public opinion was immediately unfavorable to Shouyang Mountain and the human race, and they all fell to one side.

These remarks cannot be concealed from the Wu clan who control the land.

After learning that these remarks were spread by the demon clan, the twelve ancestor witches were all furious.

"Di Jun's miscellaneous bird is too much, why should he slander Brother Luo so much." Zhu Rong was indignant.

"Yes, this method of creation was passed on to Brother Luo by the Father God, and Di Jun is just jealous!" It was rare for Gonggong to stand up and agree with Zhu Rong.

Without saying a word, Di Jiang looked at the dying black tiger and giant wolf in the Pangu Temple.

Without exception, they are all monsters.

These are the culprits of the spread of rumors that they shot and caught.

"They are all barbarians from our witch tribe. I think they are stupid! They can't even see such an obvious thing!"

Zhu Rong became angry when he thought that some races had sheltered these monster races before.

Later, they still resorted to means, and finally caught these monster races.

Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to catch it.

Di Jiang said in a deep voice: "Now there is a lot of rumors about the prehistoric and desolate families, and it is not a way to catch them."

"We still have to blame the miscellaneous bird."

"Let's go and settle accounts with them!"

The more the Twelve Ancestral Witches thought about it, the angrier they became.

Want to hit the heaven again.

Hou Tuliu raised his eyebrows upside down and shouted loudly.

"Bring them all back to me!"

"Forgot Luo Xuan's advice, don't let us have any more conflicts with the Yaozu?"

After being reprimanded by Houtu, the other ancestor witches shrank their necks.

Gong Gong said weakly: "Little sister, what do you think should be done?"

"Don't worry, let me think about it."