"Before I went into seclusion, I was ordered by Prince Dong to form Donghua Heavenly Court and become the Lord of the Great Desolate World. This first spot should be given to him!"
Saint Hongjun's eyes briefly searched the crowd.
Suddenly stunned!
Duke Dongwang didn’t come?!
He is the Lord of the Ancient World whom he personally professed. How dare he not come when he is preaching?!
Is this arrogant?!
its not right!
Saint Hongjun felt that something was wrong, and quickly calculated in his mind the deeds of Prince Dong over the past ten thousand years. After a simple calculation, his face turned even darker.
I am so angry!
This Prince Dong is simply a waste!
In the huge Donghua Heavenly Court, he is a quasi-sage, and there are several Daluo Golden Immortals below him, plus countless Taiyi Golden Immortals and other subordinates. How can he be beaten to pieces by some small Taiyi Golden Immortals?!
That's it……
It seems that this position will be given to someone else.
As soon as he gave up on Prince Dong, Prince Dong walked in from outside Zixiao Palace. He was in rags and tatters, like a beggar!
He was just knocked away by someone from Chaos Villa!
Those people really didn't hurt him much.
But his appearance and clothes suffered!
Everything was damaged and clean.
He rushed back in a hurry and had no time to change his clothes.
He could only enter the Zixiao Palace without any grace at all. As soon as he entered, he saw the saint Hongjun had appeared. He knelt down on the ground without hesitation and shouted loudly:
"saint!"
"Please make the decision for me!"
"I am your personally appointed Lord of the Ancient World, but I have been bullied by others. When they bully me, they are bullying you. Please help me teach them a lesson!"
Hongjun was already angry enough.
The appearance and image of Prince Dong made him even more angry.
Do you think you were blind before you fell in love with this Eastern Prince?!
"shut up!"
He scolded!
Let the East Prince shut his mouth.
"Dong Wanggong, according to the decree of heaven, you should become the first Lord of Heaven in the prehistoric times. Listen to my words clearly, you are the first... If you don't do well, there will naturally be a second and third Lord! You
If you are here just to complain to me, then you can leave! If you still want to listen to the sermon, just stand in the back!"
After Hongjun's words, everyone in the Zixiao Palace looked at Prince Dong like a fool, with ridicule in their eyes.
Prince Dong's face suddenly turned green and white.
He knew that his reputation was completely ruined...
What way of heaven?!
What saint?!
They are all unreliable, and the only person you can rely on is yourself!
He stood up, laughed miserably, and walked to the backmost corner of Zixiao Palace with a pale face under the mocking eyes of everyone, silently waiting for the saint to start speaking!
Saint Hongjun's eyes moved away from him and wandered around everyone.
Thinking silently:
"According to the decree of heaven, Kunpeng should have founded the demon literature, obtained the merits of heaven, achieved the status of quasi-sage, and later became a generation of demon masters, famous throughout history!"
"Now a change has occurred, Kunpeng's demon text was created by Hongyun!"
"Not only am I prepared to act on behalf of Heaven, I should also restore this changing Heavenly path to the right track..."
"Since Kunpeng can't become a demon master, why not let him take the place of Tongtian and become the master of Jiejiao!"
"As for the other location..."
When the eyes were wandering, there was no good candidate to replace Nuwa.
Hongjun didn’t hesitate.
There is no need to be too anxious about who will be the saint. After three sermons, the candidate can be determined!
It’s only my second sermon now, so there’s still enough time to make a decision!
With this in his mind, Hongjun said loudly:
"The second sermon begins!"
"The second sermon is about how to kill corpses..."
"A person has three corpses..."
Saint Hongjun began to explain, and most of the people below raised their heads and listened eagerly.
Only the thousands of Da Luo Jinxian standing behind were all dejected.
Even though I was preaching here, I wasn't even the slightest bit excited.
It seems that they are not here to listen to sermons, but to suffer!
Hongjun just looked at them and didn't pay too much attention!
This sermon was destiny!
He will only tell these three times!
Those who are destined can naturally grasp it!
Those who cannot grasp it are those who have no luck!
Since these people are unable to grasp opportunities, there is no need to care about their thoughts.
Just when he had just moved his eyes away from those people and continued to explain the method of killing corpses.
A ray of spiritual power gathered on one of them.
"Evil corpse, come out!"
He drank lightly.
A man who looked exactly like him, but a bit vicious, emerged from his figure again. He cupped his hand and said:
"Fellow Taoist, you are so polite! After all, you and I have gone down this corpse-killing path. We are really unworthy of our master!"
The first person to behead the corpse was the person whom I thought I had no destiny for just now!
Hongjun frowned, his face full of confusion. According to the previous rules of destiny, the one who beheaded the corpse first should be Taishang Laojun, followed by Yuanshi Tianzun and other six prehistoric saints.
Now Taishang Laojun and the others have not been able to kill the corpse!
How come this person who was supposed to have no chance of fate was killed first?!
And what did he say?!
Corpse killing path?!
Ashamed of the master?!
There is a story behind this person!
Hongjun's eyes focused on the other party. After these three thousand years are over, he must interrogate him and see what happened to the master behind him?!
Right now!
In the Zixiao Palace, auras of light gathered, and a series of sounds appeared in the ears of everyone in the Zixiao Palace.
"Good Corpse! Come out!"
…
"Evil corpse! Appear!"
Hundreds of people beheaded their corpses at the same time!
Hongjun looked briefly, his brows furrowed even more, and his sermon that should not have been stopped stopped.
These hundreds of people were apparently among those who bowed their heads in shame before!
Logically speaking, they shouldn't behead the corpse here.
this……
Hongjun lowered his head and thought about it.
There is no information about them in the way of heaven.
variable!
These hundreds of corpse-killers are all variables.
Everyone else in the Zixiao Palace looked envious and jealous!
How can these people behead corpses so easily?!
Seeing that the other party had successfully beheaded the corpse, the saints stopped preaching, and people around them congratulated one after another.
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for successfully beheading the corpse!"
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, your future achievements will be limitless!"
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist..."
"Fellow Taoist can tell us about his experience, so that we can also successfully break through!"
Amidst their series of congratulations, those who successfully beheaded the corpse lowered their heads again, with a look of shame on their faces, waving their hands and saying:
"Fellow Taoists, I am ashamed to say this!"
"Behead the corpse, Xiao Dao'er!"
"I have achieved a little bit, but it is just an embarrassment to my lord. There is nothing to say..."