Flood: The beginning becomes the world tree

Awakening from the mesmerized sermon, Lao Tzu had pity in their eyes, but it was a pity that they could not continue to listen to the saint’s preaching.

If they could, they wanted the saints to preach for 10,000 years, 100,000 years.

“What’s your question?”

Just like last time, Hongjun first asked the great powers what questions they had.

“Dare to ask Dao Ancestor, what is the difference between Mixed Yuan and Saint?”

Houtu raised his head and asked Hongjun Daozu.

Listening to Houtu’s inquiry, Hongjun’s brows wrinkled slightly, but he didn’t expect Houtu to actually ask this question.

“The saint is the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal, and the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal is not a saint.” Hongjun said lightly.

From Hongjun’s mouth, it seems that the saint is more powerful.

“Your Master Xuanchen Daoist is the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal, about the Mixed Yuan Realm, you can ask him, he knows more than the old Dao.”

Hongjun does not want to talk about the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal in detail, of course, Hongjun is not afraid to talk about the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal in detail, nor is he afraid that there are other people who can become the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal.

Even if he says it, there will be no great power to become a mixed yuan Daluo Golden Immortal, because the difficulty of preaching mixed yuan is a hundred times more difficult than preaching sanctification.

Hongjun himself did not have an absolute grasp of the Dao Mixed Yuan, let alone the other great powers in the Zixiao Palace.

Although he became a saint, became the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, and had the intention of plotting to replace the Hong Barren Heavenly Dao, how could this not be without the certainty of preaching the mixed elements.

If he had absolute certainty that the Dao was mixed, Hongjun would rather give up the mind of plotting the Heavenly Dao.

Because after preaching is mixed, it is carefree, free and unfettered.

Even if he achieves the Heavenly Dao in the future, it is a matter of time, unlike now, he has to take great risks to plan.

One wrong step would lead to nothing, and at some point, Hongjun was very envious of Xuanchen who preached the mixed element.

Even Hongjun himself was not sure, and none of the great powers of the Purple Xiao Palace below were stronger than him Hongjun, and it was impossible for anyone to preach the mixed element.

So Hongjun didn’t want to waste his tongue.

“There is actually a master behind them, who is Xuanchen?” Yuan Shi was unwilling in his heart, there are still big guys behind them, so how to take revenge after that?

Other great powers are also unknown, only listeners from the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan can know Xuanchen’s name.

“Don’t mention the name of Xuanchen Daoyou in the future, although Mixed Yuan is not a saint, but he also has the power to know everything, as long as Er and others mention it, even as long as they think about it, Xuanchen Daoyou can know.”

Hongjun indifferently reminded the power of the Zixiao Palace.

Suddenly, all the powerful fears dispelled the thoughts in the heart, was it so terrifying? You must know that most of them are already Da Luo Golden Immortals who have condensed Dao fruits, jumping out of the existence of the river of fate.

Having reached this realm, can you still be perceived as a thought? How terrifying is the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal, how is it compared to the saint?

“Although the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Golden Immortal is not a saint, he can match a saint, and everything must be a saint and invincible.”

Hongjun seemed to see through their thoughts and said flatly.

Sanqing’s face was ugly when she heard this, and behind Nuwa there was actually an existence equivalent to a saint.

If you want to kill them, you can’t move your mind to make them disappear into the flood?

Under the saints, there are all ants, and the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal can match the existence of the saint, doesn’t it mean that they are also ants in front of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

At this moment, Sanqing desperately wanted to become holy.

“Dare to ask the teacher, how can I become holy?”

Lao Tzu turned red and asked Hongjun, even if Lao Tzu couldn’t remain calm after asking this question.

“All things in heaven and earth begin with one, stand in three, become in five, flourish in seven, and are in nine. Nine is the number of poles, and up to nine saints can be born in the flood. ”

Hearing that up to nine saints could be born, the powerful eyes in the Zixiao Palace suddenly turned crimson.

In fact, in this regard, Hongjun really lied, and there were more than nine saints that the Hong Wilderness could accommodate.

“There should be five under my gate.” Seven Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared beside Hongjun, and as soon as this Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared, it attracted the attention of all mighty people.

Because Hongmeng purple qi seems to contain all the truth between heaven and earth, as if it is everything between heaven and earth.

“Nuwa.” Hongjun looked at Nuwa.

“Dao Ancestor, I won’t worship under your door.”

Nuwa opened her mouth and said, even in the face of the saint, Nuwa dared to say this, she had become a disciple of Xuanchen, and naturally would not worship Shi Hongjun.

The other listeners called Hongjun a teacher, while Nuwa called Hongjun a Dao ancestor, which can be seen from this.

“You are a disciple of Xuanchen Daoyou, I naturally will not compete with Xuanchen Daoyou, but Nuwa you have great merit to do and can become holy.”

Hongjun would not accept Nuwa as an apprentice, and when Xuanchen accepted the apprentice Nuwa, the relationship between them between master and apprentice had been broken.

A Hongmeng purple qi flew towards Nuwa, and before Nuwa could react, she disappeared into Nuwa’s spiritual platform.

“This should be the chance that Master said.” Nuwa secretly guessed.

Nuwa did not block Hongmeng Ziqi, in fact, Nuwa could not stop it even if she wanted to.

“This is the foundation of sanctification, and it is sanctified.” Hongjun then introduced.

After Hongjun’s introduction, the other great powers couldn’t help but blush, originally they had some guesses in their hearts, but now they were even more certain.

This Hongmeng purple qi, if you get it, you can become holy.

“Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi, Tong Tian, you are the embodiment of Pangu Yuan God, you were born with great luck, are you willing to become my disciple?”

Hongjun began to accept apprentices.

Lao Tzu was very excited in their hearts, because Hongjun had been there before, there were five holy places under him, and if he worshipped Hongjun, wouldn’t he be able to become holy.

Besides, even if you can’t become holy, it is not a loss to worship a saint, which is equivalent to having an extra backer.

As for the pride in my heart, at this time I don’t know where I was thrown and where I still need what arrogance.

“I’ll wait and meet the teacher.”

Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi, and Tongtian immediately fell to the ground.

Hongjun nodded lightly, and then three Hongmeng purple qi went towards the three of Lao Tzu, and instantly disappeared into their spiritual platform.

“As my disciple, when the time comes, I will be sanctified.”

Lao Tzu and they are even more excited, they can preach sanctification in the future, under the saints are all ants, and in the future, they can get rid of the body of ants and look down on the sentient beings in the flood.

“I’ll wait to thank you, teacher.” Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi, and Tongtian respectfully bowed to Hongjun again.

This time the thanks, but more sincere than before, because Hongjun really gave enough benefits.

And at this time, the other powers of the Zixiao Palace can probably see that the first six futons are originally the holy seats represented.

Nuwa sat on the first futon and got the holy seat, and the subsequent Sanqing also got the holy throne, so it depends on the introduction and promotion of them later.

If they can also obtain holy seats, doesn’t it mean that these six seats are equivalent to six holy seats?

Thinking of this, they couldn’t help but glance at Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Once Hongyun and Kunpeng were also owned by the futon, but Hongyun gave up his seat, and Kunpeng was even more unlucky, being kicked out of his seat and losing his holy seat, which really deserves sympathy.

Kunpeng’s expression was gloomy as water, and he looked at Hongyun with endless killing intent in his eyes, if it weren’t for Hongyun giving way, he wouldn’t have lost his seat.