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However, Zhuo Yan, who was suspected of being insane, chased that poor Long Qianliu who didn't know what was going on, and teased him like a cat catching a mouse. He paused abruptly again, just to leave a chance for Long Qianliu who was being chased to escape.

Like a race against life and death, it's not like Long Qianliu hasn't felt this feeling before, but this time it's really different.Obviously he was able to stop and confront, but he suddenly ran away out of fear, so he was in a weak position, and it also established that this kind of escape could not be stopped even if he wanted to.

That feeling is as terrifying as being chased by a dog in the previous life. If you stop, the dog will bite you.

Even so, Zhuo Yan deliberately set Long Qianliu's escape route within a circle. Zhuo Yan really enjoyed chasing after him. Liu fled in embarrassment, not to mention joy, but he still had some scruples, after all, he was still afraid of showing the god-killing gun in his hand to others.

Da Luo Jinxian Taoism, Long Qianliu, who has gathered three flowers, was chased by Zhuo Yan very pitifully. On the one hand, he was afraid of affection and did not dare to act rashly, but on the other hand, he was afraid that he would be stabbed by Zhuo Yan, who had fallen into a demon. Huihui, it looks like he is running away in fear.

Just chasing and chasing, Zhuo Yan kept teasing Long Qianliu while feeling the feeling of actual combat, watching Long Qianliu fleeing in a panic but guessing that he couldn't help but not attack, it's a pity ... This chase has to end.

Zhuo Yan felt regretful in his heart, but he should stop what should be stopped. If he really played too much, he himself thought that Long Qianliu would suddenly turn him into an army.So when Zhuo Yan tore apart the space with the God-killing Spear and hit Long Qianliu with the God-killing Spear, he suddenly stopped: "Qianliu?"

His eyes became puzzled at this moment, he seemed to be very confused, and he said, "Fellow Daoist Qianliu?"

Long Qianliu didn't have time to happily say, fellow daoist, have you finally regained your sanity?The attack in his hand for self-protection has already been used with inertia, and with the tense muscles, Long Qianliu directly pulled out the Ancestral Dragon tendon that he had hidden for a long time from the Qiankun bag.

This was left to him by Zulong who was on the verge of death, together with three drops of Zulong's blood essence, but the blood essence could only be used if he was in the quasi-sage realm.The dragon tendons that condense the mana of the ancestor dragon's life, the tenacity of the dragon tendons, such treasures have never been produced in the original prehistoric times, and the three common names have been used again.

Speaking of Zulong's death, it was also the first time Long Qianliu realized that those monsters were actually spiritual and real.The wet longan that was gradually slackening had an unyielding look, but even so, Zulong never let him take revenge, and only said: "Fate is also, live well."

Only then did Long Qianliu realize that he was not dreaming a false dream, everything in this dream was real.

Let’s not talk about what kind of treasure the dragon’s tendons should be, but the toughness is obviously extremely good, and the dragon tendons that have been refined into fairy ropes fly towards Zhuo Yan like this, and in a blink of an eye, they reach Zhuo Yan. in front of the eyes.

Zhuo Yan thought to himself that this was not possible, and seeing the rapidly flying rope, his expression became ferocious in an instant, and he directly cut off the dragon's tendons with the God Killing Spear.When the most ferocious air in the world meets the dragon tendons that condense the whole body of the ancestor dragon, it is of course not cut like cutting tofu, but it is only such a split second, the rope made of dragon tendons, the two Duan quickly circled behind Zhuo Yan, but wanted to tie Zhuo Yan up!

Raising his eyebrows, Zhuo Yan, who didn't want to steal the chicken, squinted his eyes, using the law of space, and saw that Zhuo Yan, who was supposed to be in place, suddenly seemed to disappear, and in the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yan had quickly appeared Long Qian In front of Liu, the fierce Long Qianliu immediately put on a fighting stance. He has a thick skin, but the god-killing spear in Zhuo Yan's hand is not a good one. Seeing the struggle in Zhuo Yan's eyes, Long Qianliu finally regained consciousness at this moment Come over, and said nervously: "Fellow Daoist! Wake up!!"

Zhuo Yan's movements paused once again when he heard the call, his brows were tightly frowned and the pain flashed, his eyes became sober from being confused, and he said slightly: "Qianliu?"

However, before Long Qianliu waited for Zhuo Yan to make the next move, Long Qianliu could only stare blankly at Zhuo Yan just closing his eyes, and rushed towards him: "Fellow Daoist?!"

Being thrown into Zhuo Yan's arms, Long Qianliu supported Zhuo Yan, and wanted to ask something, but found that Zhuo Yan had already passed out, but was still holding onto the god-killing gun tightly.

This time it was Long Qianliu's turn to be entangled, and now he was faced with a huge two-way choice, wait for the opportunity to kill Zhuo Yan, or wait for Zhuo Yan to wake up?Long Qianliu had all kinds of worries, let alone whether Zhuo Yan would change back to that state when he woke up, just looking at the god-killing gun in Zhuo Yan's hand made him a little moved.

But in the end, Long Qianliu still sighed, and resigned himself to his fate, and picked up Zhuo Yan.He can't do it recklessly, especially this one feels a bit similar to the life forms on Earth before.

If there is really a problem, it would be good to look at the broken dragon tendon. He originally made such a bundle of fairy rope because he could not break the dragon tendon, but now it has been cut in half. But it has a greater use.

It's a blessing in disguise, that's okay.

Long Qianliu, who put the broken dragon tendon back into the Qiankun bag, smiled wryly, took another look at Zhuo Yan who was still on top of him, shook his head, and carried Zhuo Yan back to Honghuang.

Zhuo Yan woke up, he held his forehead, looking a little tired.Although he was awake all the time, it didn't hinder what he was doing at the moment. Looking at Long Qianliu beside him, Long Qianliu was holding a scroll of jade slips in his hand, obviously looking at it with pleasure.

Taking a closer look, the evil spirit between Long Qianliu's brows also faded away, and after thinking about it, he knew that he should have broken free from the obsession.

The moment Zhuo Yan opened his eyes, Long Qianliu actually felt something. Although he looked relaxed, in fact, his consciousness did not relax at all. As long as Zhuo Yan made an attack, he could immediately Ready to fight.

Sometimes Long Qianliu is really helpless about his own inaction. He really feels that he has no ability to achieve great things, so he is willing to linger in the heavens like this, instead of being awesome like those time travelers. When he came out, he would confront Hongjun and still remain undefeated.

But if you really encounter this kind of thing, you will still lament your choice. Although it is good to live a leisurely life without any worries, it is indeed a tragedy to have no self-protection ability.

Thinking about it this way, Long Qianliu had no choice but to speak, and asked tentatively, "Fellow Daoist?"

Fortunately, Zhuo Yan has recovered to the original Zhuo Yan, Zhuo Yan pulled his hair and asked in doubt: "Qianliu?" Then he shook his head and looked at Long Qianliu: "Fellow Daoist Qianliu?... "

Long Qianliu took a deep breath, and finally let go of the big stone in his heart: "Yes, it is indeed Qianliu." He then said: "Fellow Daoist, are you okay?"

There was a faint wry smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's good or bad." Then he seemed to be lost in thought.

These words made Long Qianliu frowned slightly: "Fellow Daoist, is this...?"

"I'm not Luo Hu." Zhuo Yan suddenly said such a sentence, he looked at Long Qianliu, frowning: "Although I don't know where I came from, I am indeed not Luo Hu."

Long Qianliu's brows loosened, but he had nothing to say, he could only say: "Yes, fellow Taoist, how could it be that demon ancestor Luohu?" According to legend, that Luohu was extremely arrogant, and clamored to dominate the prehistoric world as soon as he entered the world Compared with Zhuo Yan, Long Qianliu couldn't believe that the person in front of him was that Luohu.

Finally, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhuo Yan's mouth, and he sighed again, as if thinking of something: "Fellow Daoist Qianliu, how much time is left before Patriarch Hongjun's lecture...?" He looked worried, Obviously afraid of missing time.

Concentrating his eyes, Long Qianliu calculated carefully: "Not much, there are still more than 200 years."

200 years?not much?Zhuo Yan pursed his lips, still so disobedient, and said again: "Is that so..." He pondered for a while, then looked at Long Qianliu: "Fellow Daoist Qianliu, should we start our journey?"

Long Qianliu nodded in agreement, he wanted to go.Maybe he still couldn't understand what Hongjun said, but Long Qianliu wanted to see that classic picture no matter what.What's more, if there is a chance, he has to keep up with Empress Nuwa, after all, the gourd vine is still in his hands.

It was Hongjun's third sermon in Zixiao Palace, and also the last one. The two outsiders, Long Qianliu and Zhuo Yan, did not compete for the position of saint, so naturally there would be no major mistakes.

I saw that this time Yuanyuan among the three Qings finally had the courage to ask that: "Old Ancestor, dare to ask how to become a saint?" This question can ask the question that everyone present most wants to know.

Hongjun looked around at the people below, and slowly explained the three methods of sanctification, one is to prove the Tao with strength like the great god Pangu, the other is to behead three corpses to become a sanctification, and the third is to naturally rely on great merit to become a sanctification. order.

It is the ambition of the Wu Clan to prove the Dao with strength, but it is not possible for a person with great supernatural powers like Pangu, but those without great perseverance still use it with caution, and the merits and virtues to prove the Dao must be based on great merit and great opportunity. It's hard to find, the last method is to behead the three corpses to become holy.

Hongjun explained the process of beheading the three corpses under the doubts of the sky, and said: "There are eight holy seats, and there should be seven under my seat." Leaving Hongjun as a saint, that is to say, the holy man There are seven more positions.Hongjun's meaning is obvious, that is, of course you can become a saint if you want to, but the law of heaven stipulates that all saints must be my disciples.

Jie Yin was in a hurry: "Teacher," Jie Yin was shameless, and called the teacher directly: "Do you think I have a chance to become a saint?" When he said this, almost everyone in the audience looked contemptuous looking at him.

Especially Yidonghuang Taiyi, even if the demon emperor Jun catches him, he can't do it: "You Lahazi from the west," before he finished speaking, Hongjun glanced at him, Taiyi pursed his lips, but calmed down.

The greatest supernatural beings in Honghuang are all like this, no matter how proud Donghuang Taiyi is, he has to consider what is more important, especially when Di Jun is already frowning and looking at him, how can he not calm down.

Then Hongjun opened his mouth and continued, talking about a lot of prehistoric things that have evolved from Hongmeng, and now people are in dire straits, and what they need.It's long and complicated, and the group of people who are listening to the sermon below are just short of scolding Hongjun directly, but hurry up and say it!Of course, the above is just obscenity, in reality, who would dare to scold Hongjun like this.

Hongjun babbled a lot, and seeing that he had finally finished speaking, he added: "This sermon has lasted for a total of 3000 years..." He looked like he was about to give a long speech, and the people listening below were really shocked. Uncomfortable, I just didn't beat my chest and stamp my feet.

"That's why, Heaven's Dao's gratitude to the Great Desolation is getting worse..." The cultivator below almost wants to tear Hongjun's body into thousands of pieces, is there any end? !After talking for a while, Hongjun finally kindly changed the topic back to the most important topic, and looked at the eyes of the group below with torment and expectation with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "As for the Become my disciple..."

Here comes the topic! !Everyone immediately cheered up and looked at Hongjun, Zhuo Yan couldn't help cheering up, these words were really not acceptable to him.But seeing those people looking at Hongjun so expectantly, they couldn't help sighing, these are the tragic soy sauces who don't know the default.

On the other hand, Hongjun looked at the three men of Sanqing who were sitting on the futon, with a ruthless expression on his face: "Taishang, Yuanyuan, and Tongtian were originally the three great gods of Pangu." Transformed by Qing Qi, the Great God Pangu, who opened the sky, has great merit, Sanqing will naturally become holy."

As he said this, suddenly the three Qings came from the same line and said: "The disciple pays homage to the teacher." But apart from Tong Tian's slightly raised eyebrows, the faces of the other two were indifferent. Moved.

Hey, didn't Yuan Yuan anxiously pick up this topic?Why are you so unmoved this time?It turns out that Yuan Yuan's just opening was just to let Hongjun tell the conditions for sanctification earlier.

Long Qianliu at the bottom didn't know if he noticed it, but Zhuo Yan could see it, and frowned slightly, the original way is considered a scheme, right?So... really nothing will happen?

But he didn't think that he himself had plotted against Luo Hu's treasure under Hongjun's nose.

Don't talk here, continue there, Hongjun looked at Nvwa again, and Nvwa's eyes flashed with joy, Hongjun's words were also like her joy: "Nuwa will have a great opportunity and great merit in the future, so she can become a saint."

"Nuwa visits the teacher." Nuwa finally showed a smile on her face, but she still couldn't help but glance at Fuxi. Fuxi shook his head, everything is a chance, not to mention that the monster clan only needs Nuwa, whether he can become a saint , but nothing.

But after Hongjun finished speaking, he suddenly closed his lips and remained silent.This is obviously something very wrong. It doesn't mean that there are seven holy seats, he just said four, which means that there are still three holy seats that are vacant.

Receiving that bitter face was not so bitter at this time, he tried to pull a smile, but how could he have a good smile after a long time, but he smiled strangely: "Dare to ask the teacher, I may have the opportunity to become a saint ?" After opening his mouth like this, he knew that the two of them, Jieyin Zhunti, were both shameless and shameless.

Although everyone wants to ask this question, how many people can really speak? !

Hongjun looked around the audience, and then turned his gaze back to Jieyin and Zhunti: "Forget it, Jieyin and Zhunti will also have a chance in the future, so let's accept them as registered disciples for now." Jieyin and Zhunti immediately knelt down and said, "My disciples are here! , Meet the teacher."

Hongjun got up twice, and after this, there was still one holy seat left, but Hongjun did not announce who the last holy seat should be given to at this moment, but first sent the six Hongmeng purple qi to Sanqing, Nuwa, and Xixi. go.

The people below were envious immediately. Those who listened to the sermon certainly understood how important the primordial purple qi was to sanctification.The Eastern Emperor Taiyi even pursed his lips tightly, thinking that even Nu Wa had that purple energy, but he didn't... Di Jun sighed, grabbed his arm, and secretly said: " You thought you were the Eastern Emperor, Taiyi."

Only after Tai Yi calmed down, so what if he couldn't become a saint? !Couldn't he and his eldest brother lead the Yaozu together and occupy a good position in the prehistoric world? !At this time, if you haven't realized that the person who sits on the futon can be sanctified, it's useless to grow your brain, and look at the shameless duo of the Second Western Sect with some resentment.

And Houtu, the only one of the twelve ancestor witches over there, also frowned, looked at the second emperor of the Yaozu, and finally couldn't help but look at Hongjun and speak, only to hear her voice warm, like flowing water: "Ancestor Dao, Houtu I don't expect to get that purple energy, but I, the witch clan..."

Hongjun knew what she was going to ask, so he said: "As long as you have great perseverance, you will have a chance."However, when everyone was still looking forward to it, the last purple air in Hongjun's hand suddenly moved towards Hongyun who seemed to be dozing off.

Hong Yun was taken aback for a moment, but seeing Zi Qi flying straight towards him, and then annihilated in his body, he widened his eyes, before he could be surprised.Hongjun, who punched the purple qi into Hongyun who didn't know what happened, suddenly asked the listeners to ask Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti to stay, but only didn't mention Hongyun, and didn't say why Hongyun got it. That purple air.

Long Qianliu felt that he had stopped breathing, but in the end he couldn't help but close his eyes, but at the same time he closed his eyes, his keen spiritual sense found that Hongjun's eyes were on the two of them.

Zhuo Yan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was equally nervous.

"Whoever is destined is naturally..." Hongjun said this, but he didn't finish speaking. He looked away from the direction of the two, and let the future Jade Emperor and Queen Mother of the West drive the rest of them out.

That Hong Yun wasn't named but he wasn't annoyed, he still acted like a fool, and he wasn't happy that he suddenly had a streak of purple energy, he still walked lazily forward with the Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd on his back.

But Long Qianliu noticed that Hongyun left quickly this time without saying hello to them, even Zhen Yuanzi was still in place, but Hongyun ran fast.

Long Qianliu frowned and wanted to speak.

However, Zhuo Yan suddenly grabbed Long Qianliu's shoulder: "Friend Qianliu?"

Long Qianliu suddenly came to his senses, and said with a wry smile: "No problem," he said, but watched Hongjun bring the six future saints in, pursed his lips, and finally sighed forcefully.He still decided to put aside the matter of saving that Hongyun, not to mention whether he could beat Kunpeng and Minghe together, but that Minghe and Kunpeng would not necessarily be able to beat them if they came together at random.

"It... all depends on fate." Zhuo Yan said to himself.

However, Long Qianliu thought very habitually that Zhuo Yan was comforting himself because he felt sad because he didn't get the purple energy. Long Qianliu shook his head, then nodded again: "Yes, it's fate."

Although it is a pity, there is still nothing to do. This is the most helpless place for people.

Zhuo Yan was speechless for a moment, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he patted Long Qianliu's shoulder, regardless of whether the meaning of this action existed in the prehistoric times.

But where did Na Hongjun lead the six people?Of course, it is to go to Baoyan to divide the treasures. Almost all of them are treasures of the leader level. For the time being, the process of how to divide the treasures is put aside. Wait and retreat." Then let the six people leave.

Hongjun looked at the two little Taoist boys behind him, saw that there was jealousy in their eyes, and sighed: "You two don't have such expressions, you will have great opportunities in the future."

It's just that for the great chance of these two little Taoist boys, they still have to wait until the catastrophe of the Lich is over.

However, Long Qianliu and Zhuo Yan, who came out of the Zixiao Palace here, each had their own plans in their hearts. Zhuo Yan's heart was fixed on Hongyun's majestic purple energy. Anyway, Hongyun is bound to die, but that purple energy is not. Flying away, it is really ashamed of myself not to plan for such an ownerless thing.

However, Long Qianliu thought of the gourd vine in his Qiankun bag. He couldn't take Zhuo Yan to compete with Nuwa for luck.

I saw Long Qianliu hesitated: "Fellow Daoist, Saint Hongjun preached..."

"That's right, 3000 years is indeed a long time." Zhuo Yan saw that he was hesitating and didn't know how to speak, so he simply said it himself: "Fellow Daoist Qianliu, I'm leaving today, I don't know when I will see you again." .”

Long Qianliu was stunned, he hadn't spoken out what was in his heart yet, but Zhuo Yan helped him to speak out?

Zhuo Yan curled his lips: "I have realized something in my heart, and I have to find my own origin." Long Qianliu understood what he said, and Long Qianliu had already thrown away those burdensome feelings because of the Hongyun matter, so he laughed Said: "Then, Fellow Daoist, there will be a period later."

"Good." Zhuo Yan replied.

The two parted ways.