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The leading Taoist also held Zhunti with a sad face, his eyes dimmed with tears.

"No, brother, if you can't listen to the sage's preaching, learn the true meaning, and save all living beings in the West, you might as well let me die!"

Taoist Zhunti said with snot and tears, the performance was really heartbreaking and sincere.

"Junior brother, you can't die!"

"No, brother, let me die!"

"No, Junior Brother, you can't die!"

Ye Feng watched Zhunti's pick-up performance in the back of his stomach, and immediately let out a snort.

What is an actor, what is dedication, and what is a lifelike performance.

If it was in the previous life, the Oscar statuettes would be the two of them!

Zhunti picked up the lead just like that, unknowingly came to the position near the first row of futons, and glanced at Patriarch Hongyun.

But Patriarch Hongyun is sitting on the futon at the moment, calm as Mount Tai, with a calm face, and there is even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth:

"I, who should be acting with you, turned a blind eye and watched the two stupidest people improvise."

When Zhun mentioned and received the introduction, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

According to their assumptions, at this time, Hongyun Patriarch should have relented and abdicated!

The two looked at each other and decided to add fire.

Zhunti "accidentally", staggered and fell beside Hongyun Patriarch, tears in his eyes.

"If I can't listen to the sage's preaching, I will be ashamed to face all living beings in the West, and I might as well die!"

"If there is a benevolent person, willing to give way to the poor, and save all living beings, the merit is immeasurable!"

The meaning of Taoist Zhunti is already obvious, but Patriarch Hongyun is still expressionless, and even wants to laugh in his heart:

"Your sadness is too superficial, like an actor without talent, I can see through it at a glance."

Seeing the ancestor Hongyun was still unmoved, Zhunti had no choice but to ask directly: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, are you willing to give up your position to the poor Daoist to save all living beings in the West?"

"If I don't save you, if you don't feel sorry, go to die, so as not to embarrass yourself here."

Ancestor Hongyun said calmly, there was even a faint killing intent hidden in the depths of his eyes.

After hearing Patriarch Hongyun's calm answer, Zhunti froze in place.

And the other prehistoric powers sighed in their hearts at the same time:

"Fuck, ruthless!"

"Is this still that good old man Hongyun? How did his temper become so hot?"

First scold Kunpeng Patriarch angrily and let him go.

After witnessing a series of misfortunes that Zhunti received, he let Zhunti die without any disturbance, and even scolded Zhunti for being ashamed.

Zhunti's introduction to him was futile, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed.

It's useless to co-author such a long series of performances, and it's all a joke for everyone present?

The two stood up, looking at the empty Zixiao Palace, not knowing what to do.

The point is that today's ancestor Hongyun is too abnormal, beyond their expectations.

At this time, a soft ray of light descended from the sky, like a beam of light, and landed in front of the first row of futons.

In the center of the beam of light, a thin old man in Taoist robes, with white hair draped over his shoulders, sat cross-legged on the cloud bed and slowly descended.

Following the appearance of this person, a booming voice resounded in the entire Zixiao Palace.

Countless golden lamps, necklaces, and pendant beads fell from the void all over the sky.

Like the continuous stream of water droplets in front of the eaves, the old man is set off supremely.

"Have seen a saint!"

Most of the great powers in Zixiao Palace immediately stood up and saluted.

Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches were still sitting on the futon, looking indifferent.

The witches don't respect saints, heaven and earth, but only god Pan Gu.

In their view, the saint Hongjun was nothing more than a scorpion in front of Father God Pangu.

"Ah."

Saint Hongjun nodded slightly, looking at the six people on the futon in the first row and the twelve ancestor witches in the second row, with a dignified expression.

Although Sanqing and Nuwa, as he planned, all sat on the futons in the first row.

However, their future four saints have already owed the great karma of the Wu Clan!

Let's sanctify the place!

This cause and effect can be said to be as big as it is!

It is enough to have a huge impact on the lich calamity planned by him and Tiandao!

What's more, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun also occupied the seats that were originally proposed for Jie Yin Zhun!

The most important thing is that what happened in Zixiao Palace today made Hongjun feel too weird.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches obviously knew everything in advance, so they grabbed their seats first and then gave them up.

Even Hong Yun seemed to know not only the meaning of the six purple futons, but also the consequences of giving up his position, and his temperament changed drastically.

"With their cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible to understand the intention of this seat."

"Who told them about this? Destroyed my plan?"

Ancestor Hongjun's mind flashed the names of his former enemies.

However, these great enemies are now either dead or have fled the prehistoric world, even if they stay, it is impossible to fight against him.

"Demon God of Destiny!"

Suddenly, Ancestor Hongjun's pupils shrank, and a terrible idea popped up in his mind.

The Destiny Demon God masters the power of the law of destiny.

In Hongjun Patriarch's mind, if the Destiny Demon God participated in the first battle to open the sky, he might have predicted his own fate and even left behind.

It didn't make sense to expect that he would die, and go to the war stupidly.

Moreover, the Destiny Demon God ranks much higher than Hongjun Immortal Dao Demon God, and his strength is also much stronger.

If the other party was not completely beheaded by Pan Gu, but also came to the prehistoric world.

It is very likely that he will be sanctified one step earlier than him!

Although Tiandao chose him as the spokesperson, he may not necessarily tell him everything.

Thinking of this, even the sanctified Patriarch Hongjun felt a chill run down his spine.

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However, Saint Hongjun quickly stabilized his mind and raised his killing intent.

"So what about the Destiny Demon God, the reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods such as Qingtian, Cangtian, Huangtian, etc., aren't they also dead now?"

"Even the Space Demon God Yang Mei was forced out of the prehistoric world by me, and Patriarch Shi Chen was killed by me in the Zhuxian sword formation."

"This seat has already reached this point, and no one can compete with this seat for the prehistoric world!"

Hongjun had already made up his mind at this moment, planning to find the Demon God of Destiny and kill him.

However, right now, the Lich's calamity is the most important thing.

The will of Heaven wants to erase all the traces left by Pangu step by step, and completely take over the prehistoric world.

Including the twelve ancestral witches transformed from Pangu's blood essence, the dragon, phoenix and qi tribes transformed from fur, and all the creatures born at the beginning of the sky, Buzhou Mountain and so on.

Although Sanqing possesses the great merit of opening the sky, it cannot be obliterated, otherwise he will be punished by Dao.

But Tiandao also wants to keep Sanqing firmly in his hands.

And if Hongjun wants to fit in with the Dao with his body and truly become the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven, he must think for the Dao of Heaven and accomplish the goal of the Dao of Heaven.

"The variables must be erased as soon as possible, and the plan should be brought back on track!"

"Since the Wu Clan wants to earn the karma of the future saint, use it as a hole card to protect the Wu Clan."

"Then this seat will set up a catastrophe for the witch clan in advance, and then guide them to take action to resolve it and pay back the cause and effect."

Hongjun has already started to calculate and plan.

As long as this great cause and effect is consumed in advance, the plan of the Lich's calamity can continue to be carried out.

After all, it is almost impossible for the Wu clan to find another such good opportunity to make a few saints owe karma.

Although tens of thousands of thoughts have flashed through Hongjun's mind, in fact, it has only passed for a moment.

Seeing Zhunti and Yingying who were a little embarrassed, Hongjun waved his hand, and two purple futons appeared in front of them.

"Sit down and listen."

Saint Hongjun said lightly.

In the battle between immortals and demons, the demon ancestor Luohu was defeated and blew himself up, leading to the severance of the Western spiritual vein.

Guiding Zhunti to become a saint can allow him to repay the karma and better fit the way of heaven.

So even if the two of them didn't occupy the purple futon, Hongjun would still sanctify them, excluding Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun Patriarch, who were originally out of his plan.

"Thank you saint, thank you saint!"

Zhunti was overjoyed when he picked him up, and quickly thanked Hongjun.

The rest of the people present suddenly felt a little bit tasted.

They waited for hundreds of years outside Zixiao Palace, and worked hard to get a back seat.

The six futons occupying the first row were also exchanged for karma and favor.

And Zhunti not only came the latest, but also got the first row position without paying any price.

"When you come to listen to the sermon in the future, you will still use this ranking as the standard, and you must not change it."

Saint Hongjun doesn't care whether other people have ideas or not.

He was worried that the next time he preached, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would come one step ahead, occupy the futon, earn great karma, and simply block this road directly.

"Follow the orders of the saints."

Although Hong Huang Da Neng present felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't dare to disobey and could only agree.

Hong Yun, who was sitting in the first row, saw the two extra purple futons. Although his face was unresponsive, he was extremely unwilling.

He originally thought that as long as he occupied the purple futon, he would be holy.

Now it seems that is not the case.

Who can be sanctified and who cannot be sanctified is fundamentally planned by Hongjun long ago, and he and Zhen Yuanzi are just busy in vain.

If in the future the other six people all testify and become holy, he and Zhen Yuanzi will become a joke!

Hong Yun, who had already mentioned murderous intentions to Jieyin and Zhun, became even more murderous at this time.

Only by exterminating these two people can he and Zhen Yuanzi prove to be holy!

Seeing that Hongjun was so partial to Zhunti Jieyin, the ancestor of Hongyun might let Zhunti Jieyin replace himself and Zhen Yuanzi's sacrificing quotas, and let himself be busy for nothing.

Ancestor Hongyun suddenly had a murderous intent in his heart against Jieyin and Zhunti, and was ready to kill him directly to ensure that he would become a saint.

"Poverty Dao is now sanctified, and he has some experience in cultivation. He specially preached in Zixiao Palace to eliminate doubts for you and others, and clarify the path of cultivation."

"In this lecture, let's first talk about the way of the Da Luo Jinxian..."

Hongjun lay high on the cloud bed and began to preach.

As the sound of the Tao sounded, auspicious colors descended from the sky, and a lotus was born in the void.

Lanzhi is accompanied by a fragrant fragrance and thousands of rays of light.

Many great powers in Zixiao Palace all concentrated on understanding the mystery of body weight.