Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 267 Introduction: I suffer in the West, but I never say it!

Hongjun started talking, and the Zixiao Palace also had a vision of purple air filling the air and golden lotuses blooming from the sky.

But the difference is that most of the gods under the jade steps have big eyes and small eyes.

You look at me, I look at you, both eyes are blank.

This horse riding... I don't understand!

Only the very few Da Luo Sheng who took the second step, such as Sanqing, Nuwa, Fuxi, Baize, Zhen Yuanzi, Dijun, Taiyi, could understand a sentence or two from time to time and fall into enlightenment.

And those who have taken the first step, or even those who have not even taken the first step, are like inaudible voices.

Not a sound could be heard.

They were so anxious that they scratched their heads and looked ugly.

The speed of Hongjun's sermon remained steady, and he would not stop for anything sacred.

Of course, Ran Deng can understand.

But He didn't listen. Instead, like those saints who didn't understand, He pretended to be anxious.

The Saint's Way is Hongjun's Hunyuan Way, not his.

There are three thousand avenues, and all of them can prove that the truth is true.

But it is also the most unique!

Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die!

If He had followed Hongjun's path, then His path would not be far from being abolished, and he would never be able to take the fourth step.

The dew was like rain, which lasted for three thousand years before it stopped.

The moment the Dao sound stopped, boundless merit was suddenly born, turning into a golden wheel of merit that was countless times more dazzling than the sun, hanging behind Hongjun.

At this time, the Heavenly Law Wheel suddenly appeared and was almost completely integrated into Hongjun's holy body.

"Three sermons, each time lasting three thousand years, the cause and effect between me and the prehistoric times has been completely resolved."

"From now on, I will combine my body with the way of heaven to complete the one that has escaped. I will not be born again for countless kalpas."

"From now on, Hongjun is the Dao of Heaven, but the Dao of Heaven is not Hongjun!"

As soon as Hongjun said these words, all the three thousand innate saints had moved expressions on their faces, prostrate themselves on the ground, and cried out sadly:

"Teacher has mercy! Saint has mercy!"

Under the worship of the gods, the lines of cause and effect dimmed one after another.

The golden wheel of merit dissipated instantly and merged into the law wheel of heaven.

As for the Heavenly Law Wheel, it was even more integrated into Hongjun's body, except for the last tiny bit that was not visible.

Hongjun spoke again, his voice even more indifferent, as if even the seven emotions and six desires no longer existed:

"One is the beginning, three is the whole, seven is the wonderful, and nine is the end!"

“Therefore, under the way of heaven, there should be nine saints.

And under my seat..."

Speaking of this, Hongjun's cold eyes flashed with a trace of struggle.

All the gods raised their heads with different expressions.

However, there are also smart people who focus on the futons under the first row of sacred seats such as Sanqing and Nuwa.

Kunpeng is also a wise god. He instantly realized the meaning of the futon, and his heart became even more intense.

There is only one thought in my mind: "Saint, I want to become a saint!"

"There should be six saints under my sect!"

"Forehead……"

Hearing these words, Kunpeng suddenly felt as if his neck was stuck, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Somehow, an unknown premonition suddenly arose in his heart...

At the same time, the eyes of the gods were full of amusement.

There are eight futons, but only six saints. Who will be the two unlucky ones abandoned?

Hongjun spoke again:

"Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing!"

"The disciple is here!"

Sanqing's body trembled and he responded in unison.

"You, the Three Pure Ones, are the Pangu Yuanshen divided into three parts. You inherit the legacy of Pangu's founding of heaven, and you should become a saint!"

Hongjun raised his hand, and three rays of Hongmeng purple energy hung down, blending into the respective Taoist fruits of the Three Pure Ones. At the same time, there were three light groups suspended in the air, and it was unknown what was in them.

"You, Sanqing, should be my direct disciples!"

"Tai Qing, I give you the most innate treasure - Tai Chi Diagram! It can suppress your luck!"

As Hongjun spoke, the first light group shattered, and a picture of endless changes in yin and yang appeared in the eyes of the gods.

It fell in front of Taiqing.

"Thank you so much, Master!"

Even though he was as steady as Taiqing, he was extremely excited at the moment, and even his hands could not help but tremble.

Hongjun nodded and said:

"Yu Qing, today I give you the most innate treasure - the Pangu Flag! It can also suppress luck!"

Another ball of light shattered, the sharp sword energy soared into the sky, and the rhythm of Kaitian Dao blew through the gods like a storm, sending chills all over their bodies!

Pangu banner flew in front of Yuqing.

Seeing herself attacking the innate treasure as she had thought about it, Yuqing was even more excited and trembling all over:

"Yu Qing, thank you Master for the treasure!"

Hongjun also nodded, looked at Taiqing and said:

"Shangqing, I will give you a treasure today, called: Immortal Killing Sword Formation!

If this formation is established, it cannot be broken except by the Four Saints! "

The last light group shattered, and endless destructive energy overflowed.

In the haze, there seemed to be an ever-changing formation, wrapped in four terrifying killing swords, capable of destroying everything on the avenue!

The Zhuxian Formation wrapped in the Zhuxian Four Swords fell in front of Tongtian.

"Thank you so much, Master, for the gift of this treasure."

A trace of fire flashed in Tongtian's eyes. If Hongjun hadn't been there at this moment, he would have been tempted to ask Styx for a sword.

"Red flowers, green leaves and white lotus roots, the three religions are one family, you must remember this!"

"Take care of your disciples!"

Sanqing responded in unison.

"good."

Hongjun said, and his eyes turned to Nuwa:

"Nu Wa will have great merits in the future. She will become a saint and become my direct disciple."

After saying that, a beam of Hongmeng purple energy appeared and merged into Nuwa's Dao Fruit.

At the same time, two light groups emerged, and the Taoist charm of the top-grade innate spiritual treasure spread out.

"Now I give you the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth and the Map of Mountains and Rivers to suppress your luck."

"Nuwa, thank you teacher for the treasure."

Nuwa bowed respectfully and took over the two top-quality innate spiritual treasures.

The Qiankun Ding, which is reversible, has been determined by Ran Deng to use Hongjun's hand to repay Nuwa's cause and effect.

The Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State is Hongjun’s gift. One map contains mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, forming a world of its own!

Immediately afterwards, Hongjun's eyes wandered over the four gods Hongyun, Kunpeng, Zhunti, and Jieyin, as if he was wavering, not knowing who to choose among the last two.

At this time, Zhunti suddenly burst into tears:

"Teacher, I am suffering in the West!"

"Demon Ancestor Rahu is a damn bastard, he chose the battlefield to the west of me for the battle with you!"

"In that battle, I lost the entire West!"

Jie Yin was not to be outdone. He didn't care about the innate divine influence at all. He cried harder than Zhunti and scolded even worse than Zhunti:

"The west is barren, so we dare not blame the teacher, but Luo Hu, that bastard who deserves to be killed by a thousand cuts, is already dead!"

"It's just a hardship for me and Zhunti. We worked hard and worked hard without complaining. We walked around the wilderness with our faces down, just to be able to repair the West for the teacher... no, to repair the West for that guy Luo Hu."

"Teacher Wanwang remembers that we have worked hard day and night, never cried out about suffering, never complained about the initiator, and never held the culprit accountable. Please give me a little blessing!"

After these words, not only the gods present, but also Zhunti on the side were a little stunned.

Good guy!

Are you silent or complaining?

Three sentences can never be far away from the culprit!

But what about one of the culprits looking at you right in front of you?

Just ask if you are afraid?

(End of this chapter)