This name once resounded throughout the ancient world.
Qinglian Taoist, who doesn’t know, who doesn’t know?
But what about now? Hongjun became a saint and preached, and people like Sanqing, Nuwa, Yinyang, and Qiankun have all stepped into the process of beheading the three corpses.
On top of those three thousand jade balls, there are countless quasi-sages, Da Luo everywhere, look here again...
The master of preaching is only a quasi-sage.
"Who else thinks like this?" Wang Shuo's eyes swept over and fell on the faces of many monks present.
These people had different expressions on their faces. Many of them were at the peak of their quasi-sage level, and even a few of them stood up and stepped aside.
One of them, an old man with a blue robe and a goatee, said: "Taoist Qinglian, I am already capable of killing two corpses. When I listen to your sermon, something seems inappropriate."
He and Taoist Qinglian were both figures of the same era. He was present when this Taoist Qinglian, who traveled across the vast wilderness, swept through all races, and even evaded the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect with one punch. In the past, Taoist Qinglian, who had great glory and was extremely domineering, he
What admiration?
This time it was this title that made him eager to come and listen to the sermon. But now, after the excitement in his mind had passed, and he thought about it carefully, it seemed that... something was really wrong.
I am a monk who has beheaded two corpses, and I come here to listen to the sermon of the quasi-sage...
If you say it out loud, you won't be afraid of others laughing at you?
If you really listen to it, I'm afraid you will become a laughing stock for the rest of your life.
As the old man in blue with a goatee stood up, many monks also stood up one after another, stepped aside and remained silent...
The cultivation levels of these people include some who have killed a corpse, some who are at the peak of Quasi-Saints, and most of whom are in the late stages of Quasi-Saints.
In their own opinion, their level is the same as Taoist Qinglian, so why should they listen to his sermons?
"Qinglian Taoist, I'm really sorry, this time... we really didn't think it through well." Goatee in blue smiled bitterly.
This time they came, sat down, and stood up again. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face of this Taoist ancestor. After all, this man had saved the world once, and all living beings were indebted to him.
Although this person is currently relying on his old age and trying to force his preaching to ruin his reputation and merit, he is still a savior after all, and they should not be like this.
"Hmph, don't talk about it. I didn't have high expectations when I came this time. I mainly wanted to see what the once extremely powerful Qinglian Daozu looked like. Now it seems that it is nothing more than this."
The fleshy monk stood up again.
This time, there was a dense crowd behind him, with more than two hundred people standing, watching from a distance and sneering.
They don't believe it at all.
It was lucky to say before that everyone came because of this name.
And they are all ready to listen to the sermon and appreciate the elegance of the first person in the world.
but……
The words of the monk tendon meat reminded everyone present.
It seems that the cultivation level of this Taoist ancestor has not improved much after so many years.
In this era of extremely strong vitality and endless emergence of various elixirs and fruits, it is a pity that it is only at the level of the quasi-sage peak.
If this person becomes a saint, with his original demeanor, I am afraid that Luo, Wu, and even Hongjun saints combined will have no choice but to run away for their lives, right?
What a pity, what a pity.
A group of people shook their heads one after another, with disappointment in their eyes.
"Is there anyone else who wants to get up? It's still too late to go out now." Wang Shuo said still smiling.
The remaining ones present were Taiyi Golden Immortal and Daluo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saints, and the monks who had killed the three corpses. They had all gone out and had reached the level of Quasi-Saints with a higher level of cultivation.
Only Minghe, Fengzhu, Kunpeng, Hongyun, Zhunti, Jieyin and others were sitting at the front.
Yaochi sat in his exclusive seat early, holding a pile of spiritual fruits in his arms, and said with a smile: "A group of fools, the teacher said, must be much better than that Hongjun, this Hongjun
Jun, at most, is a little better than ordinary saints, but the teacher is facing a sky full of saints and people walking around in the courtyard, and it is a great chance that someone can stand up even if he can get the teacher to preach."
However, Yaochi's voice was very low, as if she was eating and mumbling indistinctly, and no one would listen to her carefully.
Those who stood outside and complained in their hearts could not help but say: "I think it's good now. A group of Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, and a few Daluo Golden Immortals are here to listen. It's quite suitable."
"Hahaha! The quasi-sage preached to many golden immortals. This is also a huge merit."
A group of people were laughing, with sarcasm on their faces.
"Alright, Styx, Kunpeng, Yingyin, and Zhunti, let you wait at the bottom of the mountain. For those who can't come up the mountain, come up. There happens to be a lot of places."
Wang Shuo waved his hand lightly.
When the four of them heard this, they were overjoyed and hurriedly ran out and went down the mountain to pick up their own people.
Since these people don't cherish opportunities, it's better to leave them to their own people.
When the number of people summoned was almost complete, they sat in the main hall one after another.
The quasi-sages and corpse-killing monks standing nearby laughed even louder.
"What did I think it was? It turned out that a group of heavenly immortals were brought up, and the highest cultivation level among them was the early stage of the Golden Immortal..."
"Hey, is the once number one person in the world now in such a state of decline? It's really sad."
A group of people shook their heads and kept slandering me.
Wang Shuo was not angry, but said calmly: "Stop being impatient and let's preach."
That voice came with a strong sense of oppression, making a group of people take a step back and feel an unprecedented panic.
"What's going on with this feeling? Is it an illusion?"
"Just the sound makes me feel like I don't dare to get close to this Taoist Qinglian..."
…
Some people are frightened, while others are unhappy.
"Damn it! This Qinglian Taoist, we just don't want to listen to his sermons. What does this mean? Do you want to take action against us?"
"Haha... If you don't give me an explanation, you don't have to preach today. We will talk to you about the truth!"
but……
The moment those words and voices came out, Wang Shuo immediately waved out a dark law from his hand, covering all these people.
This law does not give people a strong feeling, but it is very precise and magical. It is hard to tell what it feels like, but it is difficult for people to understand the mystery of it.
"what do you mean?"
A group of people are furious. Do you want to take action against them?
Boom~
The rules explode.
A group of people didn't even have a chance to react, so they were imprisoned in place, their hearing and bodies sealed, and except for what they could see, they couldn't feel anything else.
"What on earth...is this going on? Isn't he at the pinnacle of Quasi-Saint? Why did so many monks restrain themselves with just a wave of his hand, unable to even resist?"