Prehistoric: Create the Immortal Imperial Clan starting from the Witch Clan!

Hongjun preached three times in total in the ancient times. After three times, he would be in harmony with the Tao. Now the time for the third sermon is about to begin.

The great magical powers who were in seclusion all went to the Chaos Purple Sky Palace from their respective caves.

It’s still the same old location without any changes.

It’s just that from the beginning, the great supernatural beings in Zixiao Palace were all Daluo beings, and now these great supernatural beings are quasi-sage beings.

The worst ones are all those who are at the peak of Da Luo. These beings either have qualification issues or do not have suitable spiritual treasures, so there is no breakthrough.

Xuan Ming and Hou Tu also came to Zixiao Palace. This was also the last time they came here.

“Sister, look at that person.”Houtu looked at the many great supernatural beings in the prehistoric times, and then he saw an existence with an aura no different from theirs.

Zhen Yuanzi!

Xuanming followed Houtu’s gaze and looked over. He saw a chubby old Taoist with the same aura on his body. The person’s friendly aura and smile are filled with the aura of the peak of Da Luo.

But this aura has already faintly reached the realm of the supreme being.

That’s why Hou Tu is so surprised. According to their ideas, in the prehistoric times, There should not be many people who would take the path of the Great Dao. Except for the Wu Clan, living beings in this era will basically choose the path of Heaven.

Now it seems that it is not as simple as they saw.

Time passed, and Hongjun opened his eyes.

“Quiet, the third sermon begins.”Hongjun said slowly.

The Zixiao Palace became quiet.

Countless fairy lights bloomed in the Zixiao Palace, and the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel appeared in the back of Hongjun’s head, evolving into one terrifying fairyland after another.

Countless scriptures are dancing, these are all manifestations of Tao.

The great supernatural powers in Zixiao Palace are all fascinated by it.

They will forcefully write down some obscure things when they hear them. To put it simply, it is Take notes. This is Hongjun’s last sermon. After passing this village, there is no such shop.

As Hongjun’s sermon became more and more profound, these great supernatural powers frowned.

Of course, Xuan Ming and Hou Tutu, I still pretend to listen carefully. Of course, if you don’t understand, there’s nothing you can do about it, but you still have to pretend.

This time Hongjun gave a sermon.

He talked about the road from quasi-sage to saint. These prehistoric times People with great supernatural powers can still understand it at the beginning, but later on they become less and less understandable. This is also normal.

As time goes by.

Thirty thousand years have passed.

Hongjun opened his eyes and looked at Zi The gods of the prehistoric days in the Xiao Palace had a glint in their eyes.

After three sermons, it means that Hongjun will join the Tao. Unless something big happens in the prehistoric world, Hongjun will not show up in the prehistoric realm.

Tao The sound disappeared.

The prehistoric gods in the Zixiao Palace woke up from the avenue, and each of them frowned. They could basically understand the previous two sermons.

But this time, Except for the Tao of Quasi-Saints at the beginning, they didn’t understand anything at the end. They could only blame it on rote memorization and see if they could understand Hongjun’s sermon later.

Hongjun looked at the gods of the prehistoric times

“After the third sermon, I have completed my merits. Do you have any questions?”Hongjun’s voice sounded in the Zixiao Palace.

The gods of the prehistoric era were stunned. Then, I opened my eyes and looked at Hongjun. There was a hint of urgency in my eyes, wanting to ask the questions in my heart, and also wanting to know Hongjun. The answer from your mouth

“Teacher, may I ask what a saint is?”After I finished speaking, the entire Zixiao Palace fell silent. They looked at Hongjun, wanting to seek answers.

They knew about the realm of saints, but they didn’t really understand the concept of saints. It was only at this time that Honghuang knew about it. I didn’t know what a saint is before. Let’s talk about it here.

“A saint is a saint who is above the quasi-sage. A saint is immortal and immortal. Below a saint, everyone is just an ant!”Hongjun said slowly, his voice fell.

The ancient gods in Zixiao Palace were completely stunned.

They knew the realm of the saint, but they didn’t expect the saint to be so exaggerated. Under the saint, all are ants, which means What is it? He is not a saint. No matter how many there are, there is no one to sit on.

In an instant, all the ancient gods in Zixiao Palace became hot in their eyes.

“Teacher, may I ask how to become a saint?”Yuanshi opened his mouth and looked at Hongjun and asked.

Hongjun was not surprised, and the other gods in the prehistoric era also looked at Hongjun.

“There are three roads to sanctification.”Hongjun said slowly

“Article 1: Proving the Tao through force requires great luck, great magical power, great supernatural powers, great perseverance, and extremely high qualifications.”

After Hongjun’s words fell, the other prehistoric great supernatural powers were a little stunned. This road of proving the Tao with force is too difficult. According to the requirements that Hongjun said, there are basically not many people in the prehistoric era who can meet this requirement.

“Article 2: Beheading three corpses to become a saint also requires great perseverance, great magic power, and great supernatural powers to become a saint.”

Beheading three corpses? This is the road to sainthood created by Hongjun. The gods of the prehistoric era had a hint of jealousy in their eyes, and they proved with force that they couldn’t do it, but it was possible to kill three corpses.

But there was one thing that Hongjun didn’t say, That is to kill three corpses, which needs to be based on the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Without the Ancient Purple Qi, it is impossible.

In addition to this, in the Great Desolate, no one except Hongjun can completely kill the three corpses. Cut out three corpses.

Yes, no one can do it except Hongjun.

The three corpses are good corpses, evil corpses, and self corpses. Good and evil corpses are easy to kill, but self is not that simple. No one can except Hongjun. Only a dedicated seeker like Hongjun can cut out his own corpse.

Not even Di Cang.

This is why Hongjun puts great perseverance first when he says he wants to cut three corpses, not to mention Hongmeng Zi. Angry, but also because Hongjun knew that no one could cut out his corpse except him.

At most, he could cut out two corpses and that would be enough.

“The last one: Become a saint with great merit!”Hongjun said slowly.

The gods of the prehistoric era were stunned. Merit? Can merit still lead to sainthood? Of course, it is not a strange thing for them to know now. After all, the gods of the prehistoric era have one of them. Basically, in terms of merit and deeds, they can become saints. Before the road came out, no one cared about merit.

They used merit as something for cultivation, or to refine magic weapons and the like. They never thought that accumulating merit could lead to becoming a saint.

Of course, merit can lead to sainthood. Secondly, Hongmeng Purple Qi is the key, this is the foundation of enlightenment.

Without Hongmeng Purple Qi, even if you have great merits, you will not be able to become a saint. Of course, others will also have merits and dare not touch you.

“There are three thousand paths to the same destination, and the methods of becoming a saint can be summed up in these three ways. Do you still have any questions?”Hongjun said slowly.

The three thousand avenues, the road to sanctification, end in these three. No matter what path you take, there are only these three final roads to sanctification.

“Teacher, I dare to ask who can become a saint!!”The high-spirited Tongtian at this moment is still the Tongtian who was in the destruction of Jiejiao after the Great Tribulation of the Gods. The Tongtian at this moment is the most high-spirited time.

Tongtian said these words.

Not only the Sanqing, Nuwa, the Second Saint of the West, and others The prehistoric great magical powers also looked at Hongjun, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

Hongjun looked at the great supernatural powers in the Zixiao Palace and slowly said:”I am the spokesperson of the way of heaven, my sect. There are six. Sanqing is born with great merits and virtues. He can be my disciple and become a saint!”

Seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared in Hongjun’s hand:”This is the foundation of sanctification, the key to sanctification, go!”

As Hongjun’s words fell, three rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi flew directly into Sanqing’s body.

Sanqing’s face was filled with joy, and even the inactive Laozi smiled at this moment.

“Lao Tzu, Yuanshi, Tongtian, pays homage to the Master!”Sanqing said in unison, thinking of Hongjun.

Hongjun nodded, and the gods who originally looked at Sanqing with burning eyes restrained their thoughts. If Hongjun hadn’t opened his mouth to accept Sanqing as a disciple..

Sanqing is afraid that he will encounter a lot of interceptions. Don’t underestimate the ruthlessness of the gods in the prehistoric era. Without Hongjun’s protection, see if Sanqing can live to become a saint.

After Hongjun said this, prehistoric people The gods could only restrain their little thoughts, and turned to look at the remaining four Hongmeng Purple Qi in Hongjun’s hand with eager eyes.

They did not forget that Hongjun said that this was the foundation of enlightenment and the key to becoming a saint. Where.

Hongjun looked at the gods of the prehistoric times, and then looked at Nuwa:”Nuwa will have great merits in the future, and she can become my disciple and become a saint!!”

A beam of Hongmeng purple energy flew directly into Nuwa’s body.

“Nuwa pays homage to the Master!”Nu Wa said, thinking of Hongjun.

Let me say here that teacher and master are not the same concept. All the gods in Zixiao Palace can be called Teacher Hongjun, but they cannot be called Master Hongjun.

Only Hongjun’s disciples can Call Master Hongjun, this point needs to be clarified.

After saying that, Hongjun closed his eyes.

Zhunti and Jieyin, who were sitting on the fifth and sixth futons, still looked at Hongjun eagerly. They originally thought they had passed. Nuwa, it was time to talk to them, but unexpectedly, Hongjun stopped talking.

“Teacher, our land in the west is a bitter and cold land……”Zhunti started crying bitterly in the Zixiao Palace. To sum it up, he was miserable!

The other prehistoric gods couldn’t bear to look at the shameless Zhunti. After all, he was also a master of supernatural powers. Can he show some shame?

But Zhunti didn’t care about this. He continued to think about Hongjun and cried, making Jie Yin’s originally bitter face even more bitter.

“Why.”Hongjun sighed and opened his eyes, looking at Zhunti and Jie Yin.

“If you two have great merits in the future, you can become my disciples and become saints!”Hongjun said, looking at Zhunti and Jieyin.

Two beams of Hongmeng purple energy flew directly into the bodies of Zhunti and Jieyin.

“Zhunti receives the invitation and pays homage to the Master!”Zhunti and Jieyin were ecstatic, thinking of Hongjun and said. When the other gods of the prehistoric era saw this scene, their eyes almost popped out. This is so damn okay, and it can still be a misfortune.

Only one person, on his body The murderous intent permeated the air, and the people with great supernatural powers around him stayed far away, fearing that blood would splash on themselves.

That was Kunpeng.

The position of the leader was his own.

If it weren’t for this guy Hongyun, then he would have obtained the foundation of sanctification. It was him who was the one who wanted to kill. If Kunpeng didn’t have a trace of reason in his heart, he would have already taken action. Kunpeng could not afford to offend Sanqing, the Second Sage of the West, and he was even more offended now that he was Hongjun’s disciple. Sorry, but you are a red cloud, I can’t deal with you anymore

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Kunpeng directly said that all his hatred was placed on Hongyun.

In fact, this is also true. If it weren’t for Hongyun, then he wouldn’t be kicked off the futon.

Killing intent brewed in Kunpeng’s heart.

But at this moment, all the gods in the prehistoric era are looking at the last ray of Hongmeng purple energy in Hongjun’s hand, which is the cornerstone of sanctification, the foundation of the great road.

I thought of a way to get it right.

Many great supernatural power users in Zixiao Palace cried directly thinking of Hongjun.

Facts have proved that children who cry really get milk

“Why.”Hongjun sighed and looked at the last ray of Hongmeng purple energy.

“That’s it, that’s all, here it is.”Hongjun said softly, and the last beam of Hongmeng purple energy flew into the sky above Zixiao Palace and kept spinning.

All the gods in the prehistoric era were watching eagerly. If they were not in Zixiao Palace, they would have been bleeding like rivers at this moment.

After the last beam of Hongmeng Purple Qi rotated for a few times, it flew directly into Hongyun’s body.

Hongyun had a silly smile on his face and was feeling happy that he had obtained Hongmeng Purple Qi.

In an instant, countless murderous auras enveloped him. On Hongyun’s body.

If it weren’t for Zixiao Palace, these murderous thoughts alone would be enough to shatter Hongyun’s body.

The most angry person is Kunpeng.

Hongyun gave up his seat, but he was the unlucky one. Now he has obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi. At this moment, Kunpeng I really want to say that Hongyun will crush him to death.

The killing intention is soaring.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at his friend Hongyun, who was still enjoying himself stupidly at this moment.

He didn’t notice his situation at the moment.

If anyone doesn’t care about Hongmeng Zi If they are angry, then only Hou Tu and Xuan Ming are on the path to being the strongest. It doesn’t matter whether they have Hongmeng Purple Qi or not.

…….

At least that’s how it is for them now.

Zhunti and Jieyin’s eyes looked a little complicated when they saw Hongmeng Ziqi.

Their two holy positions were given up by Hongyun, and the karma of these two holy positions is not so easy to repay.

Thinking of this, just after receiving the joy of Hongmeng Zi Qi, both Zhunti and Jie Yin disappeared.

His face became sad.

Cause and effect is no joke in ancient times, even for saints, let alone such a big cause and effect.

To put it bluntly, if Hongyun doesn’t die, he can ride on the head of Buddhism in the future and shit.

This cause and effect, Zhunti and Jieyin are simply not enough.

So imagine from another perspective, what kind of person does not need to pay back his karma?

Of course it’s a dead person.

But Zhunti and Jieyin cannot do it themselves.

You must know that their holy status came from Hongyun giving up his seat. If they take action against Hongyun, this endless cause and effect will instantly turn into a huge amount of karma, which is something they cannot bear.

Because of this, Zhunti and Jieyin are starting to make plans now.

As the seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi were all dispersed.

The gods of the prehistoric times also looked at Hongyun with a glint in their eyes.

They can’t afford to offend Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhunti Jingyin, but they can’t afford to offend you Hongyun?

They have not forgotten that Hongjun can confiscate Hongyun as his disciple. This is the biggest problem.

This is also the reason why Hongyun must die.

Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhunti and Yin, no one found trouble with them, that’s because they are Hongjun’s disciples, who is Hongjun? Today’s Taoist ancestor is the first saint in the world.

To attack their disciples, unless they dislike themselves for dying too slowly, they would not do it unless they are mentally twitchy.

So it’s Red Cloud.

All the people with great supernatural powers have set their sights on Hong Yun. Who knows that he has a lot of treasures and doesn’t have a reliable backer?

Because of this, Hong Yun’s current words have become a member of the must-kill list of the gods in the prehistoric times, ranking at the top of the list.

At this moment Hongjun spoke.

“There are six of my disciples, the ultimate number of heaven is nine, and there are nine saints in the world.”Hongjun said slowly.

There was a glint in the eyes of the other great supernatural beings. In addition to Sanqing, Nuwa, and Zhunti Jieyin, there were also three saints. What we are talking about here are saints, not Hunyuan existences.

Now there are seven paths of Hongmeng Purple Qi in the world, and there are two hidden paths.

The six paths are in the hands of Hongjun’s disciples, the remaining one is in the hands of Hongyun, and the last two are missing.

But this is also good news for the gods of the prehistoric era. At the very least, there are still two foundations of sanctification outside.

No, it should be said to be three.

This one of Hongyun has long been regarded as Hongyun’s. The remaining two are unknown, but isn’t there another one

? There was a trace of Wu Nai in Yuanzi’s eyes. The murderous intention and spiritual thoughts of the ancient gods swept over Hongyun from time to time, but Hongyun didn’t feel the problem at all. He was still having fun. Zhen Yuanzi looked at it and really wanted to give Hongyun a big blow. Damn it, you’re really going to die, and you’re still here having fun.

At this moment, Hongjun spoke.

“I also collected a lot of spiritual treasures when I wandered around the wilderness, and now I have given them all to you.”Hongjun said slowly.

Hongjun plans to divide the treasures. After the sermon, Hongjun will soon follow the Taoism. It is useless to keep the spiritual treasures on his body, so Hongjun plans to divide the treasures directly.

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