Hong Huang commented: The saints are about to be driven crazy by me

Hong Huang did not remember the year, and in a flash, ten thousand years passed, and it was time for Hongjun to preach for the third time.

Many powerful people left the flood wilderness and swept straight towards the boundless chaotic void.

For a while, the whole flood famine boiled again.

The second time it is about the way of quasi-saints, but the third time is the way of the ethereal saints?!!

After 10,000 years of cultivation, the overall combat power of the Flood Wilderness has greatly increased.

People like Sanqing who are extraordinary, they have all reached the realm of beheading two corpses, and the difference is only a kick in the door.

They were reluctant to emulate the prince of Nadong and sacrifice their potential in exchange for realm, because it was nothing more than a castle in the air.

The innate spirit objects that cut off the three corpses determine the level of their strength, and it is the king to fight steadily.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, many great powers gathered here.

But Dijun and the Prince of the East, these two gangs were collectively ostracized by everyone.

Since that day of the Demon Emperor Banquet, Di Jun’s ambition was exposed, and the relationship between the Demon Court and the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance broke down.

Since then, the demon court has continued to expand its power, and there have been conflicts of interest with the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, and the grudges between the two sides have intensified.

Now appearing in the Zixiao Palace at the same time, Dijun and Prince Dong looked at each other unfavorably, and the killing intent in their eyes could hardly be concealed.

Sanqing and the others were also disturbed, and naturally did not have a good impression of these two forces.

“Hmph!”

Di Jun snorted coldly, he hated to kill the Prince of Nadong.

If it weren’t for the obstruction of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, how could the Demon Court develop slowly, and even let that Wu Clan sit on the benefits of the fisherman?

If he had the opportunity, he would never let the other party go.

In this strange atmosphere, time passed slowly, and soon it was time for the Zixiao Palace to open again.

This was Hongjun’s last sermon, and Sanqing and the others were nervous and apprehensive in their hearts, but more of them were looking forward to Hongjun Honghuang explaining the way of saints to them.

The method of beheading three corpses is holy.

As the first saint in the flood waste, Hongjun may be able to provide them with some experience.

Soon, the time was up, and a buzzing sound resounded through the chaos.

Thousands of visions rose, purple qi came tens of thousands of miles east, and colorful clouds spread across nine heavens and ten lands.

The gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened.

Everyone rushed into the Zixiao Palace one by one, standing or sitting according to the position of the previous two times, and looking at the top position.

“Buzz!

Hongjun’s figure appeared out of thin air, and no one found out when he arrived.

Shocked by Hongjun’s strength, everyone bowed down and bowed

“I’ll wait to meet the saint!”

“Hmm!”

Nodding indifferently, Hong Jun said in a loud voice

“This is the third sermon and the last sermon, lasting 3,000 years!”

“This time we will talk about the way of saints!”

Hearing this, everyone was immediately excited.

The fantasy in their hearts became a reality, and they suddenly felt a little unreal, after all, it was the ethereal way of the saint.

Take a deep breath to calm your mood, and everyone prays again:

“Please also ask the saint to teach me!”

Hongjun’s gaze swept over everyone, and finally fell on Sanqing and the other six, with a strange look flashing in his eyes.

Retracting his gaze, he went straight to talking.

“The way of the saint, the Yuan God pins on the heaven and the earth, the flood is not extinguished, and the saint is not dead!”

“Under the saints are ants…”

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Land of nothingness.

Ye Fan also heard the way of saints spoken by Hongjun.

“Huh, that’s it?”

He didn’t bother to listen anymore, because that was the way to merit and sanctification.

The true saint should be beyond heaven and earth, mixed with infinite elements, heaven and earth are destroyed and I am not destroyed.

After all, the saint of the Heavenly Dao cannot be on the table.

His gaze locked on several people in the Zixiao Palace, Ye Fan’s eyes flashed with a strange light, and no one knew what was going on in his heart.

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On the other side, inside the Zixiao Palace.

With Hongjun’s narration, everyone only felt their hearts surging when they boarded, and the invincible posture of the saint appeared in their minds.

Just like Hongjun, he came and went without a trace, and suppressed the audience with a wave of his hand.

Especially in the realm of saints, the Yuan God pinned on heaven and earth, and lived forever with the world, wouldn’t they be able to be eternal and immortal?!!

No one dares to say that it will not die or die, even if that Pangu has fallen.

And now, the opportunity is at hand.

If they can achieve the realm of saints, it is really immortal and immortal, coexisting with heaven and earth, how can everyone not be excited?

The crowd suppressed their excitement and listened attentively, hoping only to touch the sanctification law.

However, what made them helpless was.

The way of the saints is obscure, and Rao is that they are also dizzy to hear.

Sanqing and the others did not dare to delay time, and quickly retreated to the second place, and the mysterious Dao described by Hongjun was inscribed in the depths of the divine soul.

Just wait until the end of listening to the sermon and then think about it, and if you think about it, you may be able to understand something.

Meanwhile!

Hongjun’s voice spread to all corners of the flood wilderness.

Boundless visions shrouded heaven and earth, purple qi from the east spread across nine heavens and ten lands, and bursts of Dao sounds sounded like twilight drums and morning bells throughout the flood wilderness.

But there are very few who can really hear, understand, and gain much.

Even forcibly participating in enlightenment will only end up with a wounded soul, and in severe cases, it will endanger the life of the family.

The way of saints is not within the reach of ordinary people.

Inside the Zixiao Palace.

“There is no coexistence, difficult and easy to form each other, long and short go together, high and low tilt each other, sound and sound are harmonious, and front and back follow!”

“It is the saint who does nothing and does what he does not teach…”

Hongjun’s voice echoed for a long time, like Huang Zhong Da Lu.

Time flies slowly in the sermon, and three thousand years have passed.

On this day, Hongjun’s voice suddenly disappeared, and everything stopped, but Honghuang was still immersed in silence.

Sanqing and the others slowly opened their eyes, their expressions full of eagerness, but more helpless.

The gains from this hearing are unimaginable, but if they want to transform it into cultivation, they need to spend more time comprehending it.

Take a deep breath to calm your mood, and everyone prays:

“I’ll wait to thank the saint!”

“Hmm!”

Hongjun nodded silently and said loudly

“The way of the saints has been taught, but the position of saint is ordained by heaven, there are only seven figures, so not everyone can be sanctified.”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

Everyone’s gaze became strange.

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