Three Yuanhui passed by in a blink of an eye. At this time, the strength of the great masters has not changed much. None of them have cut out the second corpse, but there has been some improvement in magic power. Kunpeng had known in his heart that this would be the case, so Kunpeng, the last Yuanhui, spent a lot of effort to refine his temple. Although it took five thousand years, Kunpeng's temple could be put away at will as soon as possible. Of course, Kunpeng did not refine his temple into a magic weapon to smash people. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that although there was nothing wrong with the East China Sea now, there would be a lot of trouble in the future, so he felt that he should pack up the business as soon as possible and move back to Beiming when the time came.

As soon as the preaching time arrived, Kunpeng went to Zixiao Palace, but Kunpeng was not too anxious. Anyway, the seats in Zixiao Palace had been determined. When Kunpeng arrived, even Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun were already standing there. Kunpeng's appearance attracted people's attention. Who made his magical powers so amazing? Kunpeng said intimately that it was not good and bowed: I have seen fellow Taoists, and you have indeed had a deep Taoist practice. I am all behind. Although these people were a little complacent, they arrived earlier than Kunpeng, but they still returned the favor one after another. Then Kunpeng stood in his position, closed his eyes, and realized the great way.

As soon as the golden bell rang, Kunpeng opened his eyes and saw that Hongjun had already sat upright on the jade platform and said calmly: This is the last sermon, and he has been preaching for three thousand years. You must listen well. Then, without waiting for you to say anything, the sound of the Daotian sounds in his mouth.

The great way this time is even more difficult to understand than last time, which is no wonder. The first time the sermon talks about the Tao from the beginning of practice to the breakthrough of quasi-saints, and the second time the sermon talks about the methods of quasi-saints to saints’ practice. However, none of these people can break through to the realm of saints. Only Lao Tzu and others have reached that realm with the help of merits, so they naturally cannot understand the great way this time. As for this third time, it is about the practice of saints after they are practiced, you can imagine it.

The clouds rolled above Kunpeng's head, and the water ball deep in the clouds trembled, but he still copied all the words and sentences that could be remembered in runes. However, Kunpeng did not understand these great ways this time. He knew that his current realm was not suitable, at least after obtaining this Lich catastrophe, otherwise he would not not make great progress in Taoism, but would not only damage his mind and be detrimental to the practice of Taoism. Others do not have Kunpeng's means, so they can only remember some sentences with all their strength. They can't persist even after persisting for a hundred years, and they will realize it themselves.

The few people sitting in the seat were indeed a little different. Zhunti Nuwa was a little worse. She had been holding on for nearly a thousand years. Tongtian had been primitive for 1,500 years. I still had two thousand years of guidance. Only the Taoist ancestor was talking about the best one, and there seemed to be no one who understood it. Why do you say it? Because there was still a Kunpeng listening, but looking at him, it seemed that he was paying attention to the honor of the Taoist ancestor. It seemed that the Taoist ancestor would leave them in the next moment, and they also wanted to ask Kun.

Peng didn't understand, but Kunpeng was a latecomer, so his strength should naturally be weaker than himself. At this time, there was nothing shameful to ask, and no one could hold this face. Therefore, the best thousand years were Kunpeng's private classrooms. Houtu, who was behind, felt anxious. Kunpeng's relationship with their witch clan was not so harmonious. According to Houtu's thoughts, Kunpeng would not understand at all. However, although Houtu had the strength of a quasi-saint, he had no Taoism and could not tell whether Kunpeng understood it.

In this way, the best thousand years were spent in the entanglement of all people. After the preaching, the Tao ancestor still did not leave. He said: I obtained the jade certificate of creation in the West Kunlun Mountains and obtained three thousand great ways. The way of heaven is determined by the way of heaven, and I will teach sentient beings for eight hundred thousand years. The way of heaven is fifty and the way of heaven is forty-nine. One of them is escaped, so the way of heaven is incomplete. Now that 18,000 years have passed, I should use my body to complement the way of heaven. From then on, I will be the way of heaven and will no longer be the way of heaven."

Everyone was shocked!

Hongjun said again: "I am the way of heaven. Just keep in mind the great fortune of heaven. At this point, the great way will prosper and have a saint. I should follow the way of heaven and establish a saint. Those who obtain it can become a saint!"

Everyone was even more shocked and then recovered one after another, all looking at Hongjun with eager eyes, wondering who he would give the holy position!

Hongjun ignored everyone's reaction and said lightly: "Under the way of heaven, nine are the most number, so there should be nine saints under the way of heaven, and eight people under my seat will become saints!"

I saw me step forward and ask, "Do you dare to ask the teacher, if you leave, how can I pursue the great way and reach the realm of the saint you mentioned?"

Hongjun said without any sorrow or joy: "The saint is the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, who will never be damaged by all kalpas and will not be stained with cause and effect. With the method I preached to attain enlightenment, there are people among those who can become saints."

Nuwa hurriedly said: Teacher, I don’t know who can become a saint.

Hongjun sighed and said: Well, I will point out this matter to you. Then seven Hongmeng purple qi appeared on Hongjun's right hand, and said lightly: In the chaos, there are three thousand Hongmeng purple qi, but when the great god Pangu created the world, most of the Hongmeng purple qi were broken, leaving fifty paths in this world, and one path that was unknown. The remaining forty-nine paths, most of which were used to maintain the stability of the prehistoric land, leaving only the seven paths in my hand. Those who obtain Hongmeng purple qi can get the holy position.

Everyone stared at the Hongmeng purple aura, with excitement in their eyes. The Hongmeng purple aura is equal to the holy position, equal to immortality, and does not touch the cause and effect. Kunpeng's eyes were even more excited than everyone else. He felt a familiarity in the Hongmeng purple aura. Kunpeng thought about it in his heart and could not guess what the Hongmeng purple aura was.

Hongjun looked at the expressions of the people, and his expression was unmoved. He spoke: I, Yuan, Tongtian, are my disciples, and Pangu are the authentic Pangu. After I merge with the Tao, I should wait for me to educate sentient beings, and I will have the merit of opening up the heavens and become a saint. With his hand moved, three rays of Hongmeng purple aura floated out and fell on the hands of the three. They immediately bowed, and then merged the rays of Hongmeng purple aura into the soul. As soon as I merged into the soul, Laozi and the other two felt that they were connected to the great way and bowed again.

Hongjun said again: Nuwa, you have great merits and can become a saint.

A ray of Hongmeng purple aura came to Nuwa's hands. Nuwa thanked him and took over Hongmeng purple aura.

Then Hongjun sat upright on the jade platform and stopped talking. Everyone else looked at him, and Nuwa was also anxious, wanting to ask for a Hongmeng purple aura for Fuxi.

Zhunti's eyes rolled and said in his heart: Let's go out! He pounced on the ground and cried loudly, saying: Daozu, Brother Dao and I have come from the West, and the heart of seeking the Tao is to be seen by heaven. My West is even more barren. I hope Daozu gave the Hongmeng purple air to let me educate the West. That tone was sad when the listener was sad, and the listener burst into tears. It was so miserable.

Hongjun seemed a little moved and said: Zhunti, Gui Yin, you two have the strength, great perseverance, great opportunity to become a saint.

Zhunti also received two Hongmeng purple auras. In this way, there was only the last one left. Everyone's eyes were hot, but no one was as flirted as Zhunti. But everyone was so excited in their hearts felt a bit chill, as if they were in Beiming. Kunpeng clenched his fists and stared at the Hongmeng purple aura in front of them. When everyone saw this, they felt a little relieved. There was something even more unlucky than us.

Everyone bowed and made various promises. The Taoist ancestor couldn't bear it and said: "Well, this Hongmeng purple aura will be given to you, but this one is the only way, it depends on your chance." When everyone heard this, they felt relieved, but then they became nervous, hoping that the Hongmeng purple aura would fall into their hands.

The purple air of Hongmeng flew out and wandered around in front of everyone, landing in Hongyun's hands. Hongyun looked shocked and even forgot to thank Daozu. The people around him were all looking at murderous intent. Zhen Yuanzi had a headache and pulled Hongyun out of Zixiao Palace, afraid that he would run slowly and be dismembered by these people.

Suddenly, Kunpeng felt a look sweeping, and his heart became cold. Kunpeng knew that he was the chosen child, so he stepped forward and said, "Daozu, my disciples want to know, can it be a saint without Hongmeng purple qi? As soon as this said, everyone was shocked. Yes, why did they forget this? Everyone pricked up their ears and prepared to listen to Daozu's answer.

Daozu squeezed out two words from his mouth, "Yes." Then, he sat there and stopped talking.

Everyone looked at Kunpeng and thought to themselves: You asked just now, now you can continue to do it. Kunpeng cursed in his heart, but he still asked: Disciple, how can he become a saint?

Hongjun seemed to outline a faint smile on his face, and said in his mouth: Those who obtain the Hongmeng purple qi are one of the nine saints under the Heavenly Way. In addition to the Heavenly Way, there are also the Great Dao Saints. However, if they want to become the Great Dao Saints, they need to break the Heavenly Way and use the true spirit to store the Great Dao to achieve enlightenment. This is too difficult. However, the Great Dao Saint is above the Heavenly Way Saints, and even if the Heavenly Way is broken, they will not fall and will last forever with the Great Dao.

Everyone was shocked. They could not have imagined that there would be such a secret, and they could not have imagined that there would be a higher level of saint above the immortal Hunyuan Saint. The six people in front looked at each other, and murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

At this time, a woman in a yellow palace outfit came forward and worshiped: Daozu, disciple Houtu wanted to ask, can my witch clan have a great way to find? After saying that, I was nervous and waiting for Hongjun's result.

Hongjun thought for a moment and replied: Under the way of heaven, there is always a glimmer of life. If your witch clan does not cultivate the soul, it was originally hopeless for the great way, but there was also such a great opportunity to change slightly, but at that time, I am afraid that it would no longer be the witch clan. Don’t ask about this matter again, you will know about it in the future.

Although Houtu did not get a satisfactory answer, it did not reject it completely, so he stepped down.

Then Hongjun said again: I will join the Tao. Some of the innate spiritual treasures I collected earlier cannot be used, so I will give you self-defense.

As he said that, he showed a Yin-Yang diagram in his hand and handed it to Laozi: This is the Tai Chi diagram, which is transformed by Pangu axe, which can suppress the fortune. Then he took out a long banner and handed it to Yuanzi's hand, which said: This is the Pangu banner, transformed by Pangu axe, which can be used to suppress the fortune. He also took out four swords with deep evil spirits, and a catalogue, which was handed to Tongtian's hand. He sighed: This is the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which cannot be broken by the Four Saints, but cannot be suppressed by the Qi. You can use it in your life. The Sanqing took the magic weapon and thanked him quickly, but the two in the West looked sad. The Zhuxian Sword Formation, which is transformed by the Four Saints. There are six saints in total. It seems that they have to provoke the relationship between the Three Pure Ones in the future. Tongtian was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, but he didn't see the jealousy in Yuanzi's eyes.

Hongjun took out another red hydrangea and a catalogue and handed it to Nuwa, saying: This is a red hydrangea, a map of mountains, rivers and country, for you to defend yourself. Nuwa hurriedly thanked.

When Hongjun saw that there was really no magic weapon, he still pointed at Zhunti: This is a twelve-grade golden lotus, blessed the divine pestle, and gave you two to defend yourself. Zhunti shouted in his heart that Daozu was unfair and cried again. The general meaning was that the West was barren, and he hoped to see the Western sentient beings giving magic weapons. Hongjun had no choice but to take out another flag, which was the Qinglian precious flag and handed it to them. Zhunti knew that he could not blackmail anything, so he took over the magic weapon and thanked Daozu.

Hongjun took out another ball of yellow soil and waved to Houtu and said: This is the Nine Heavens Xilan, this thing is useless to you, but it can give you a merit. You must keep it well. Thank you for keeping it well.

Then Hongjun took out another sword, and the evil spirit on the sword surged into the sky, even better than the four swords of Zhu Xian. Hongjun said lightly: This sword is called Hunyuan, which can hurt the saint. Then he glanced down and everyone was nervous, but Kunpeng was a little confused. He had never heard of this sword. Has it changed so much because of his arrival? Kunpeng was also puzzled. Then Kunpeng felt a chill and found that everyone, including the Taoist Ancestor, was looking at him. Especially Zhunti, the eyes of Kunpeng suspected that if he had not been in Zixiao Palace, he would have probably eaten himself raw.

Kunpeng's face looked a little ugly. He didn't feel that he was so lucky. He was given such a treasure by the Taoist ancestor. If you gave it to him privately, why did you have to face so many people? Isn't this causing trouble for me?

Kunpeng gritted his teeth and said: Dao Ancestor, disciples do not use weapons, so let's keep this Hunyuan Sword Dao Ancestor. Everyone had the urge to vomit blood when they heard it. They hadn't heard that anyone would like to give the magic weapon, and they were also a magic weapon that could hurt the saint. They kept shouting in their hearts: Dao Ancestor, how could such a person give him the Hunyuan Sword? It must be a pearl covered with dust. It's better to give it to the disciple. The disciple must use this sword for a lifetime.

But Hongjun seemed to have recognized Kunpeng and said lightly: This Hunyuan Sword is useless to you, but there is another chance. You will be able to keep it in your life. When the time comes, you will know.

Before Kunpeng could say anything, the sword floated in front of him. Kunpeng had no choice but to put away the Hunyuan Sword. However, Kunpeng was not a person of great power. He opened his mouth and swallowed the sword into his belly. When everyone saw it, they felt nauseous. Kunpeng was able to see the demon body from the Taoist name, but he didn't expect that Kunpeng would use such a primitive method to collect magic weapons. He couldn't help but admire Kunpeng's retro mentality.

But the rest of the people are quit. Your disciple has magic weapons. What should we do? People of the same level of fighting are magic weapons. Apart from magic powers, they are magic weapons. If Kunpeng's magic power is awesome, we don't have it. No, this magic weapon must be needed. Anyway, there are already people shameless, so we don't want it. So, including Kunpeng, they all burst into tears and said something intermittently. The general meaning can be translated as: Taoist Ancestor, you have to be in harmony with the Tao, but for so many years, the disciples are just

Listen to the Great Dao, I never remember the kindness of the Dao Ancestor. In the future, after you join the Dao, when I remember the Dao Ancestor, I didn’t even think about it. I hope that the Dao Ancestor will be very compassionate and give us one or two magic weapons to make us pay tribute to you when we miss the Dao Ancestor. In the end, even I and others will follow me. No one will think there are too many spiritual treasures. Besides, I don’t need them, and my disciples can use them. For example, Di Jun Taiyi naturally asked for them for their subordinates. You can’t send out the Chaos Bell and the River Tu Luoshu.

Daozu said helplessly: Forget it, I still have some innate spiritual treasures on the cliff of the chaos. You can collect them by chance. As soon as the Daozu finished speaking, Kunpeng flashed out of Zixiao Palace and crawled into the chaos, and disappeared. When everyone saw it, of course they didn't care about paying attention to the honor of Daozu.

After everyone left, there was only a loud shout in Zixiao Palace, "Heavenly, the way of heaven!", and then a huge figure of Falun Dafa appeared above Zixiao Palace. At the same time, a gaze looked at Kunpeng's hiding Chaos, and a low murmur sound came out: So that's it, no wonder it's an anomaly, I just don't know if you are the third one.

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