Martial arts Dazhutian

Hongyun didn't notice for a while, and almost fell into Zhunti's trick.

Fortunately, with Huang Lin's reminder, he didn't follow the path as before.

The reason why Zhunti pulled the guide and walked forward from the right aisle, even though he recognized Hong Yun, originally planned to go to the other party's side, and then acted miserably, but who knew that Hong Yun was not as kind as the rumors said.

Suddenly hearing the loud shouting, Zhunti couldn't help being stunned for a while, and then said to Hongyun with a mournful face: "Daoist friend, I am in the west, it is suffering!!"

"There was a great catastrophe back then, and the lives of the West were overwhelmed, and the aura of fairy spirits was mixed."

After two or three sentences, the two of them, Zhunti and Zhunti, came to Hongyun's side.

The sixth futon that Hongyun was sitting on was on the far right of the row, which was why Taiyi and Zhunti had stared at it as soon as they came in.

After all, the two positions of Nu Baowa and Fuxi are in the middle, so it is not so convenient to make small moves.

As Zhunti was talking, he pulled up Hongyun's sleeve, "Can you do a good job, fellow Taoist, and give up this position to our senior brother?"

As soon as he said this, there was a burst of laughter in the hall.

Hong Yun glanced at Zhunti with a half-smile, "We know each other?"

Zhuntiguo is a very thick-skinned person, without embarrassment at all, he introduced himself: "Poverty Zhunti, this is my senior brother who received me. I have heard the name of the Great Immortal for a long time, and he is a kind-hearted person. I hope that the Great Immortal will do something good." Convenience."

"Hehe." Zhen Yuanzi's voice came from the back row, "This old man has never seen such a shameless person! Are you treating me like an elder brother so easy to bully?"

Fuxi also looked at the two of them with a cold expression, "Both of you, this is the saint's dojo, don't make mistakes."

Zhun Ti knew about the excellent relationship between Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, but it was a little surprising that Fu Xi suddenly came out for Hong Yun.

Fleeting is not good!
Originally, he planned to use his crying to overshadow Hong Yun, to see if he could make him give up his seat, but he didn't expect that Hong Yun was not as rumored.

This meeting just wanted to take advantage of its unpreparedness to throw cold hands, but found that there were not only two people, but four.

This guy probably won't be able to get it.

Thinking of this, Zhunti said with a sad face: "Several, if you don't let it go, don't let it go, why bother to hurt others?"

"Hmph!" Hong Yun pulled back his sleeves and snorted coldly.

If he wasn't worried about the saint blaming him, he would have made a move a long time ago. Really, Hong Yun couldn't see this little trick of pulling his sleeves?

Seeing that the goal could not be achieved, Jieyin and Zhunti stopped crying, so they found a random seat next to them and sat down cross-legged.

It happened that the two boys closed the gate of the palace, walked to the bottom of the cloud platform in front and stood left and right.

The boy glanced around, then nodded to the girl, both of them turned around at the same time, facing the cloud platform, bowed their fists together, and said loudly: "Three thousand Zixiao guests have arrived, please master!"

The three thousand powers in the hall also lowered their heads and said at the same time, "Please saint!"

Before the words fell, an old man in green clothes suddenly appeared on the cloud platform in the hall, it was the first saint in the prehistoric world, Hongjun
!

It's just that his image has somehow become an old man.

Hongjun's eyelids drooped, as if wandering between reality and illusion, making people feel no breath, as if there was nothing on the cloud platform.

Sanqing and the others on the futon were terrified.

Is this a saint?

After a while, Hongjun opened his eyes and glanced around, then slowly opened his mouth, "I am Hongjun, I was lucky enough to become a saint, and I feel that the road is hard, so I preached in Zixiao Palace. If you gain something, it is a blessing. "

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again, "There is a mixture of things, born from heaven and earth. Lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging. Traveling around without dying, I think it is the mother of heaven and earth."

Suddenly the hall was full of hype, and golden lotuses gushed from the ground.

Although what Hongjun talked about was very simple, the three thousand powers in the hall listened mesmerizingly.

Especially with the truth looming around him, many people suddenly understood.

Even the most powerful Sanqing, Hongyun and others have gained a lot.

After comparing with his own understanding of Dao, Ju Du has a deeper understanding of Dao.

Of course, there are also those who gained very little, such as the twelve ancestor witches.

Time is long, and it is a thousand years in a blink of an eye.

When Hongjun's Daoist sound stopped, the vision in Zixiao Palace also dissipated, and everyone who was intoxicated in the Daoist still closed their eyes and thought about it.

Hongjun said calmly again, "I am the first saint in the prehistoric world. I should preach three times, each time for a thousand years. Now that the thousand years have passed, you still haven't woken up?!"

Only then did everyone wake up one after another, and hurriedly bowed their hands, "Teacher, be merciful!"

After listening to Hongjun's sermon, he can be regarded as his student.

"Do you have any doubts?" Hong Jun said indifferently.

After a moment of silence in the hall, Lao Tzu Taiqing stood up and bowed, and asked, "Dare to ask the teacher, is Da Luo a saint?"

"The two are not the same."

Does this mean that there is a huge difference?
Yuanyuan stood up with anticipation and asked, "Teacher, how can one become a saint?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the palace held their breaths and listened quietly, for fear that they might miss something crucial.

Unexpectedly, Hongjun shook his head, and said, "You can go back, the next sermon will be after 3000 years, and the seat will not change!"

Speaking of this, he paused, and Hong Yun also noticed a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes.

After seeing Hongjun leave a sentence "The law is not passed on to the six ears", he disappeared quietly on the cloud platform.

All the powerful men in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay.

What do you mean?
They are not surprised if the way of sanctification is not mentioned. It is normal that such crucial things are not passed on.

Then "the law is not passed on to the six ears"?Is it to tell them not to spread it out at will?
Everyone left Zixiao Palace with doubts.

Hong Yun nodded to Sanqing, and after saying hello, he took Zhen Yuanzi and Fuxi brothers and sisters and left.

This time it can be regarded as a complete confirmation of what the apprentice said. Now that the seat is not given up, I don't know if the apprentice can see the new scene.

The four of them were casually chatting about things in Zixiao Palace in the chaos, when they suddenly heard Di Jun's angry shout from a distance ahead.

"Di Jiang, you guys are deceiving people too much!"

Zhu Rong's rough voice followed, "Hahaha, don't run away!"

Hong Yun and the others immediately stopped, watching from a distance with their divine sense.

But Di Jiang and Tian Wu were chasing after the two rainbow lights, while the other ancestral witches were left far behind by these four.

Those two rainbow lights are extremely fast, it should be the Rainbow Transformation Art of the Golden Crow Clan.

If it wasn't for Di Jiang flashing in front of them with space supernatural powers to stop them from time to time, and Tian Wu was behind to meet them, Di Jun and Tai Yi might have escaped long ago.

"Brother Dao?" Fuxi asked softly.

Hong Yun shook his head, "Let's just watch from a distance."

"good!"

So the four of them hung in the distance, watching the excitement while flying towards the prehistoric.

Na Dijiang should have the strength of Da Luo's late stage, but it is still unrealistic to think of one against two.

Not to mention Taiyi and Donghuang Bell, he can fight back and forth with the opponent by himself.

Di Jiang flashed in front of Di Jun and Di Jun again, and at the same time he punched out, causing the nearby chaotic air to surge in all directions.

But the two rainbow lights have already deviated slightly, and the phantom of a bell-shaped magic weapon covers the two of them.

"Bang~~~"

The shadow of the fist and the shadow of the bell touched, and the sound of the drama spread.

The turbulent chaotic airflow was immediately scattered, and the two rainbow lights also escaped.

"Ahhh! Taiyi! Don't run if you have the guts!" Zhu Rong, who fell behind the old man, roared angrily.

In fact, his escape speed is not slow, but compared with the previous four, his legs seem a bit short.

"You Wu Clan just have too many people!" Tai Yi's cold voice sounded.

Since their birth, when have they suffered this kind of loss?
With the Donghuang Bell in hand, as long as it wasn't Di Jiang and that Zhu Jiuyin, if any two ancestor witches were here, he and his brother Di Jun would be [-]% sure to kill him!

Even if there are four ancestral witches, they can fight each other back and forth.

But this one comes up to twelve, how to fight?
Di Jun frowned to avoid Di Jiang who flashed in front of him from time to time, his eyes were deep.

There are too many ancestral witches, and now they are conquering more and more people, and their territory is getting bigger and bigger, and they have already had friction with the Wu tribe. When it comes to a big fight, they will definitely not be able to defeat the Wu tribe.

It's a pity that Sun Star's hibiscus tree only gave birth to their two Golden Crows, and there are too few people in the clan!
After escaping this time, I have to find a way to find more powers, otherwise
Chasing and fleeing all the way, they are getting closer and closer to the flood, and the four people in front are also getting farther and farther away from the ten ancestor witches behind.

The technique of golden crow turning into rainbow is the first-class escape method in the prehistoric world, and there are few supernatural powers that can match it.

Tian Wu is the ancestor of the wind, and his speed is about the same as that of Di Jun.

As for Di Jiang, the ancestor witch of space, although he was able to travel to the front to stop him, he still lost his flexibility after all.

Therefore, after chasing all the way to Honghuang, Di Jiang and Tian Wu failed to stop Di Jun, but because the people behind were too far away, Tian Wu was almost injured by Tai Yi's counterattack, so he had to give up the pursuit .

After getting rid of the ancestral witches of the Wu clan, Di Jun and Tai Yi casually found a fairy mountain to rest for a few days.

"Brother, there are so many people in the Wu clan, we need to recruit more people." Tai Yi said in a deep voice.

"En." Di Jun nodded, "Brother Wei thought about it just now, but it's not perfect yet, and needs careful consideration."

"Haha~~" Tai was overjoyed, "I knew, brother must have a way!"

"I've said it all, I haven't thought it through yet, don't be too happy." Di Jun shook his head and said.

In the chaos just now, he had an idea, but he couldn't grasp that inspiration, and he always felt that it was a little bit meaningless.

Putting aside these thoughts, Di Jun got up and came out of the rainbow, saying: "Go to someone first, this person should be able to help me!"

Tai Yi hurriedly followed, "Who is it?"

"White Pond!"