Hongjun Daozu's voice came and slowly fell into everyone's soul.

Above the blazing clouds of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, it seems as if the sun has just risen, igniting the raging golden flames of the sun. There are three-legged golden crows circling and dancing in the sun, and a simple copper bell swinging back and forth. There is a haze gathering and mist, which makes it unclear to watch;

Emperor's golden color

There is a picture above the Qingyun. A tortoise shell draws countless mysterious trajectories, illustrating the stars in the sky. It seems that there are countless stars gathering, as if the Milky Way is reappearing. Crossing it, there are also three-legged golden crows neighing and flapping around the head.

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Master Huanglong also felt as if he heard the sound of heaven, and his mind entered a state that seemed to be empty but not empty. His mind was empty and dark, and his heart was in harmony. The five qi of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth came out from his chest, like water vapor, steaming up and gathering into the size of an acre field.

of Qingyun,

The three large jade-colored lotuses in the Qingguang Qingyun continue to absorb the golden lotus spiritual energy in the Zixiao Palace. They are swaying in various shapes, delicate and beautiful, and the true spiritual origin steps into the long river of destiny, following the mortal beings in the river.

Drifting with the current, gradually the true spirit rose, and he was about to jump out of the water and achieve the Daoguo of Daluo Jinxian. Huanglong was startled. The timing was not right. He quickly suppressed the desire to break through and was immersed in the Daozu of Dao again.

In it, the soul is moving, and the mind is clear and the nature is bright, the jade is as flawless as jade, the wisdom is clear, the mind is like jade, observing the vast world, observing the movement of heaven, spying on the mysteries of heaven, endless opportunities and creations.

The sun rises and sets, the tide ebbs and flows, the years do not count, the mayflies have died billions of times, and the gods are just taking a nap. Two thousand one hundred years have passed, and in the Zixiao Palace, Taozu opened his pair of eyes that can swallow up the universe.

Star Eyes, the left eye observes the reincarnation of all things, and the right eye observes the infinite world. Everyone immersed in the artistic conception woke up one after another, prostrated themselves to Dao Ancestor, and called out repeatedly.

"Greetings to the teacher, I wish the teacher a long life!"

The Taoist ancestor had an expressionless face, was selfless and had no desires, just like the way of heaven, and said: "In your lifetime, I have been given the reincarnation of Pangu, and I am in charge of the creation of jade butterflies. I have the responsibility of educating all living beings, so I lectured on the great way three times in Zixiao Palace. The great way is fifty, the way of heaven.

Perform forty-nine, all living beings are looking for that glimmer of hope. Nine is the ultimate number. There are eight saints under the way of heaven, and there are seven under my throne. If I want to accept disciples, I should have six disciples."

All the great gods were shocked. They did not expect that Taoist ancestor Hongjun would actually preach and recruit disciples. Suddenly, a stone stirred up a thousand waves. The originally silent dojo was like boiling hot water, boiling with a roar. Various auras were floating everywhere, no longer

Only guarding one-third of an acre, some people are whispering, some are spying on the opponent's strength,

Some people are discussing in secret, but Sanqing stands still, and his aura is still rushing straight up like a wolf smoke, majestic, without beating around the bush, without falling behind. There are those who are ecstatic, and there are those who are not strong and are secretly worried, and Taoist Hongjun

He just looked at everyone silently without saying a word, which was strangely as chilling as the twelfth lunar month in winter.

After everyone stopped talking and their auras calmed down, Daozu didn't care about the complicated thoughts in everyone's hearts, looked directly at Sanqing, and said.

"Sanqing is the transformation of Pangu Yuanshen, who has great merits and virtues. He can become a saint and become my disciple. Are you willing?"

After Sanqing was ecstatic, he kept kowtowing and said hurriedly.

"If the disciple is willing, the teacher's holy life will be boundless!"

They saw three strands of purple energy exuding an inexplicable aura flying out of Hongjun's sleeves and robes, and flying into the three pure souls one by one. The three people instantly understood that this was the key to enlightenment - Hongmeng purple energy. It was born from the way of heaven and could be relied upon.

The soul, melts into the void. From now on, no one can catch one's own fate in the long river of destiny. He is not afraid of calculations. He can count tomorrow and calculate blessings and misfortunes. From now on, there will be no disasters or calamities, and he will be able to enjoy immeasurable calamities and freedom.

Hongmeng Purple Qi, to put it bluntly, is a shortcut to becoming a saint. It is like a cheat sheet in an exam. As long as you place your soul in it, you can understand the way of heaven without any hindrance until you become a saint and merge into the void. It is also a certificate. Only by getting

Only with the Hongmeng Purple Qi can the Heavenly Dao allow cultivators to become saints. Otherwise, they can only take the path of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, perform the feat of creating the world, and prove the Dao with strength. It can be said that the journey is bumpy and the hope is slim!

Hongjun said again: "Nu Wa has profound virtues and will have great merits in the future. She can become a saint. Are you willing to close the door for me as a disciple?"

Nuwa smiled sweetly, like a plum blossom in the cold winter, or a cool breeze in the hot summer, which was pleasing to the eyes, and she still kowtowed.

"If the disciple is willing, the teacher's holy life will be boundless!"

A purple air exuding a vast and profound aura fell into Nuwa Qingyun.

Afterwards, Hongjun closed his eyes and said nothing, which made Jieyin and Zhunti very anxious. Anyone with a discerning eye now knew that the futon represented the holy throne. How could the two of them not be anxious? First, the two used sophistry to deceive Hao.

After seizing this position, I always felt unsure and feared Taozu's punishment; secondly, Nuwa was finished and it was the turn of the two of them, but Taozu didn't say a word, and the two were uneasy. So they threw themselves to the ground and shouted loudly.

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"Teacher, please be merciful and grant me another opportunity."

There were those who were gloating over the misfortune, and there were those who were watching the fire from the other side. They saw the two of them kowtowing and shouting endlessly.

It took a long time for Hongjun to open his eyes. He was ruthless and selfless. During the Dragon and Phoenix Catastrophe, the spiritual veins of the ancient west were destroyed. Now, the west is barren and lacks spiritual energy. The God of God will naturally make up for it. It is destined that a saint will appear in the west.

Educate all sentient beings, prosper the Western world, and finally speak the truth.

"Well, although you two are not as blessed as others, you are still a man of great wisdom and perseverance. You can also become a saint and be my disciple. Do you wish?"

Although there is a lot of difference between the registered disciples, they are at least disciples. Moreover, the two of them were seated in an awkward position, so they did not dare to argue and immediately responded.

"If the disciple is willing, the teacher's holy life will be boundless!"

At this point, two more beams of Hongmeng Purple Qi fell into the Jieyin Dingmen and Zhunti Niwan Palace.

Seeing that the two of them had obtained such a great opportunity by crying and begging, the great supernatural powers in the Three Thousand Zixiao Palace immediately wanted to imitate them. They fell to their knees one after another and begged Daozu Hongjun for the help they needed to become a saint.

The foundation of the road.

In the entire Zixiao Palace, except for the six future saints and the Taoist disciples of the Taoist ancestors, only Zhenren Huanglong looked on with cold eyes, sitting quietly behind Yuanshi Tianzun without making a sound. He naturally knew the function of Hongmeng Ziqi, but he was lucky enough to do so.

If it is not enough, the luck and merit will be shallow, and there will naturally be no hope of achieving the status of a saint.

Huanglong master silently moved his soul, and took a look at the gray dragon ball in his belly. He felt at ease. Fortunately, he also had his own luck and good fortune. He could follow the path of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian who opened up the world. His future achievements may not be certain.

Will be worse than a saint.

Hongjun remained unmoved, expressionless, and finally spoke.

"No matter what, depending on the chance, I will give you this last burst of Hongmeng Purple Qi."

After Taoist Hongjun said this, a beam of Hongmeng purple energy flew out, hovered in the void in Zixiao Palace, and finally disappeared through the top door of Hongyun Ancestor.
Chapter completed!