The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

As soon as the time for preaching came, Hongjun settled Honghuang with crushing power.

All beings are desperate.

At first they had nothing to do with themselves, thinking that if the two clans of Liches continued to fight, they would be able to defeat the third preaching in Zixiao Palace. However, the cruel facts broke their tiny expectations. A truce was forced.

What does it mean to stop fighting for ten thousand years...

Does the third sermon have to be as long as ten thousand years!

Tong Tian couldn't hide his fear, "Grandpa, what happened to Senior Hongjun? The first sermon took 3000 years, the second sermon took 5000 years, and the third sermon will take ten thousand years?"

Luo Hu said in the tone of a person who has experienced it: "Don't be so fussy about time."

Tongtian: "..."

I coughed dryly, "Grandpa."

Luo Hui looked at him, and Lao Tzu asked politely, "In the eyes of you and senior Hongjun, ten thousand years is not long, and you are already used to it?"

After Luo Hu uttered a sentence for them to comprehend by themselves, he drifted away.

"Chaos knows no years."

A long time ago, before the prehistoric world was born, chaos engulfed the whole world, and the Chaos Demon God who was born in chaos never had the concept of time.

Compared with Hongjun, Luo Hu, who always felt bored, was the outlier among the Chaos Demon Gods.Because he has the memory of his previous life, he understands that it is an extremely waste of life to spend a lot of time doing nothing.

Walking down the Kunlun Mountains, Luo Hu heard wailing everywhere in the Great Desolate Continent.

In the sky, several meteor-like rainbow lights flashed, and some monks with firm minds began to rush to Zixiao Palace, preparing for the third hell-level sermon.

Well, Honghuang doesn't have the word "hell" yet.

Luo Hu's eyes rolled slightly, and he turned his head to the Nether Blood Sea.Seeing the Nether Blood Sea again, he unexpectedly found a large pile of dark dead souls. The sea surface and the clouds were all dyed in a gloomy color, as if this place had become the home of ghosts.

He took a deep breath, relaxed and happy, "Tsk, what a crime."

This kind of place full of resentment and sin is his favorite place.

Unfortunately, it cannot be absorbed.

Luo Hu looked at those countless souls, his figure disappeared, and he stopped looking at those delicious dishes that he couldn't eat.

Even if it is him, he will not go to the dead soul of the other party for no reason without hindering the enlightenment.In the future, when Houtu proves the Dao and the underworld appears, these dead souls will no longer wander in the wilderness, but will truly have the possibility of reincarnation and rebirth.

Great merit, nothing more than this.

But such a great merit, he doesn't want to enjoy it at all——

The price is too high.

When he arrived at Mount Sumeru, Rahu went to the palace to check it out, and made sure that those naughty children had gone away for 33 days. Then he walked out of the palace gate and kicked on the willow tree.The willow tree dangled its willow leaves, as if it was delicate and frail, and could be kicked down by him at any time.

Luo Hu was surprised and said, "You haven't left yet?"

Yang Mei peeked out a head from the tree trunk, staring at Luo Hu curiously.

"You look okay?"

"What do you mean..." Luo Hu didn't realize it, and then noticed that Yang Mei was looking at his stomach, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Yang Mei understood, clicked her tongue and said: "It really is a lie."

Luo Hu was made weak by him and got angry, "Whether I'm born or not has nothing to do with you, don't act like you are my man."

The willow tree disappeared out of thin air, avoiding the risk of being kicked by Luo Hu for a second time. Yang Mei, who landed on the spot, sighed: "I thought I could take a look at your child before going to listen to the sermon."

Luo Hu laughed, "Are you afraid that it will be too late?"

Yang Mei admitted in a nostalgic tone: "There is a point, I always hope to see the birth of that child with my own eyes, and see the continuation of the Chaos Demon God."

"Garlou Luo and Kong Xuan are also descendants of Chaos Demon God."

"Their bloodlines are not pure, and they have not inherited the talents that the Chaos Demon God should have."

"You despise the way of heaven?"

"..."

Yang Mei was silenced by Luo Hu.

If he said this, he would probably be put on by Tiandao.

Luo Hu waved his hand, "Okay, I know what you mean, hurry up and listen to the sermon, I won't let you miss the chance to see the child."

Yang Mei left in a daze.

Thirty-three days later, Hongjun in Zixiao Palace faced a serious problem.

Third-time sermon attendance is at an all-time low.

No one from the Wu family came.

No one from the Yaozu came.

Most Honghuang monks would rather wait in Honghuang to listen to the "ordinary version" of the sermon, rather than go to Zixiao Palace and listen to Hongjun's "elite version" of the sermon face to face.

For this matter, Tiandao made a special trip to talk to Hongjun, and asked Hongjun not to just open the forum to preach.Compared with the previous two, the third sermon is more important. According to Tiandao and Hongjun's prediction, at least five quasi-sages will be accomplished this time.

Many prehistoric powers have reached the critical point of Daluo Jinxian, and they only need to accumulate and realize the Tao to break through. Tiandao doesn't want Hongjun to miss this opportunity to earn merit.

Hongjun pondered, "There is still time."

Every time the dojo of Zixiao Palace will wait for several months, so that those dawdling prehistoric monks can arrive at Zixiao Palace in time.

It doesn't matter if there are few people at the beginning, just make up the number of people later.

After discussing the specific quantity, Hongjun cut off the connection with the Heavenly Dao, and urged the Primordial Monk to come 33 days away with the unimaginable ability of a saint.

As the saying goes, meeting is fate, listening to the Word is fate.

Anyone who has heard his way owes him a cause and effect, and gives him a share of the merits and virtues accumulated in the way of heaven.

Other than that, these people can be regarded as half of Hongjun's disciples.

The teacher has an invitation, how can the apprentice refuse!

Hongjun said gently: "The sermon is about to begin, and the listeners will come quickly."

Under Hongjun's cold gaze, these prehistoric monks who didn't want to move at all stood up with pale faces and flew into the sky.Their figures are like meteors flying into the sky, with indescribable magnificence and sadness.

Rahu stood on the top of the mountain, blocking the sun with his hands, looking up at the sky.

"What a beautiful shooting star."

Those monks who flew away for 33 days were just meteors in his eyes.

Cultivators who don't know the way of tomorrow, don't know the future, and lack self-motivation will find it difficult to get behind.Even if they have heard the sermons of Zixiao Palace, what will be remembered by history in the future will only be a handful of people, they are the proud sons of the era.

When the number of people was enough, Hongjun closed his eyes and continued where the last sermon ended.

"Above the Daluo Jinxian is the quasi-sage realm. There are three thousand ways, and there are countless ways to become a quasi-sage. The name, virtue and luck of the god are particularly important..."

Except for Liansheng and Yang Mei staring blankly at the wall in a daze, and Lao Tzu closing his eyes to rest, the few people on the futon listened to Hongjun's nagging seriously.They were very close to Zhunsheng, and hearing Hongjun's words, their hearts were greatly touched.

While listening to the sermon thoughtfully, Zhunti looked enviously at the dazed people.If he hadn't reached the quasi-sage and knew the quasi-sage state like the back of his hand, no one would dare to be distracted at this time.

Although he has the help of the dream world and has realized the power of a saint once, he lacks the experience to go up step by step. In the real world, he is still at the same starting point as other great powers.

Zhunti secretly glanced at Yuanshi and Tongtian.

These two people are similar to his cultivation level, and it can be said that they are both staying at the peak of Daluo Jinxian.

He settled down and continued to listen attentively to Senior Hongjun's sermon.Being able to be in the same realm as Yuanshi and Tongtian was something he never dared to think about before.

There is a difference in this sermon, Hongjun will stop and ask them, "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Everyone inside and outside Zixiao Palace looked at him in surprise.

But everyone, you look at me and I look at you, but you dare not speak first.Yang Mei suppressed a smile secretly, as an acquaintance of Hongjun, he did his part to help smooth things over: "May I ask what kind of person can become a quasi-sage, and what kind of person cannot become a quasi-sage?"

Hongjun glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Not for those with damaged primordial spirit, not for those with too much karma, not for those with unreasonable moods, and not for those without Taoism."

In just a few words, the high requirements of the quasi-sage realm were expressed.

Yang Mei asked again: "Listening to what you said, why can the ancestor witches of the Wu clan acquire the power comparable to that of quasi-sages?"

Hongjun said: "They rely on their bodies and can possess the mana of quasi-sages, but they can only stop at quasi-sages, and they cannot break through unless there is a big chance."

The question and answer were so fluent that one wondered if they had answered the question beforehand.Fortunately, monk Honghuang was very simple at this time, thinking deeply about the meaning of these words.

The witch clan stopped at the quasi-sage?

It sounds a bit miserable, it seems that the Yaozu is going to win...

Yang Mei asked enthusiastically: "What does the great opportunity refer to?"

He found that asking things at this time can squeeze out many secrets that he doesn't know, the opportunity should not be missed!

Hongjun didn't really want to answer, but the people below were listening with bated breath.

"Six paths of reincarnation."

The simple five words inexplicably give people a creepy feeling.

Yang Mei's pupils also shrank slightly, recalling what Luo Hu occasionally said, "There is a greater merit than creating creatures, but it is related to reincarnation and is not suitable for you."

Not suitable?

Are there any requirements for the six paths of reincarnation?

It's a pity that no matter how many people watched eagerly, Hongjun didn't plan to say any more.The Platform of Six Paths of Reincarnation is a treasure that has not yet been born, and talking too much will inevitably hinder the future arrangements of the Dao of Heaven, so he briefly mentioned the matter, "Okay, since you have no problem, I will tell you about the realms of quasi-sages. "

Outside the Zixiao Palace, several monks who had been bribed by the Wu Clan lowered their heads and exchanged glances with each other, and decided to tell the big news to the Wu Clan after listening to the sermon.