Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

In the temple, the atmosphere of shock spread to every inch of the temple, and there was complete silence.

Cang Jie's double pupils were extremely deep, staring at the human world.

"This is a natural literary bone, this is a natural literary saint, no wonder he has such performance!"

"Literary saint?"

The sages of the human race were shocked. Anything, as long as it was stained with the word "saint", would be extraordinary.

What was the origin of this Confucius, and he could actually be evaluated like this by Cang Jie.

Cang Jie explained, "This person has a body of literary bones, and is born with literary aura around him. If he does not get involved in literary and Taoist, he will be mediocre and lost in the crowd. But once he comprehends the literary and Taoist, he will know it by nature like eating and drinking water. Comprehending for one day is equivalent to our great powers practicing for thousands of years. It is normal to have such an achievement."

The great powers suddenly realized that there is such a magical physique in this world, which is really unheard of.

Suiren pinched his brows and said to Cangjie, "What do you mean?"

Cangjie said firmly, "Old Ancestor Suiren, I want to go to the Earthly Immortal Realm and take Confucius as my personal disciple."

"Okay."

Suiren nodded, "Go quickly."

Cangjie thought about it, and the whole person turned into a stream of light, and disappeared in the Holy Temple of the Human Race in the blink of an eye.

In the Earthly Immortal Realm, Confucius looked around with a curious look.

Since he had achieved the Golden Immortal of Daluo, Confucius naturally knew where he was now.

The Earthly Immortal Realm is where hundreds of millions of ancient cultivators gathered.

According to legend, the ancestors of the human race, Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi, and even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors who laid the glorious foundation of the human race, were also here.

Kongqiu randomly detained a cultivator, asked the location of the human race's ancestral land, and then prepared to go to the human race's ancestral land.

But before Confucius set off, Cangjie had stopped him on the road.

When Confucius heard that the man with a tall figure and double pupils in front of him was Cangjie, who created the characters, he was very excited and immediately followed Confucius back to the human race temple.

In the thirty-three heavens, Tongtian Sect Master thought for a while and said, "It is still a bit dangerous for Chaos to achieve the Tao of Hunyuan Daluo. Since we are helping, we will help to the end. You go to Chaos to lend a hand."

The crisis in Chaos is far from comparable to the prehistoric world. The earth, fire, water, wind, chaos storms, extraterritorial demons, and chaos beasts seriously threaten the safety of prehistoric monks.

Although the Styx is strong, it is not a trivial matter to achieve the Tao of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

If something goes wrong, not only will billions of years of hard work be destroyed, but Jiejiao will also lose a strong supporter.

"Teacher is right, I will go and see."

Zhao Gongming turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the thirty-three heavens in the blink of an eye.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Gongming found the Styx in the chaos.

As its guardian, Minghe's foundation of millions of years of cultivation is not exaggerated.

With one effort, everything came naturally, and he directly achieved the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

"Congratulations to Daoist friend Minghe, you have achieved the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo. You will be free and unrestrained in the future, and you will be a great supernatural being."

Zhao Gongming bowed his hands and congratulated.

Minghe laughed, "If it weren't for Daoist friend's help, how could I achieve the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo?"

"If the West saw Daoist friend achieve the Dao, I'm afraid they would be angry to death."

Zhao Gongming couldn't help laughing.

"The West?"

Minghe's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of coldness.

"Since Daoist friend has achieved the Dao, let's go back to the prehistoric world."

"Daoist friend, please."

Minghe, Zhao Gongming, returned to the Three Realms, and the moment he returned to the Three Realms.

The aura of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian on Minghe spread to every inch of the Three Realms.

The law of killing, killing the sky, killing the earth, killing all living beings, this is an extremely pure way of killing, billions of creatures in the three realms, all bowed down and worshipped the saint.

The endless sea of ​​blood, set off huge waves, revealing the figures of the four demon kings.

"Did the ancestor really prove the truth?"

The trembling voice of Brahma sounded.

"Nonsense, who else can have this breath except the ancestor?"

Tianbo Xun glared at Brahma fiercely.

"Then the ancestor proved the truth, doesn't it mean that my blood sea will also be the lineage of the saint in the future?"

The four demon kings trembled slightly when they thought of this, and the reverence in their eyes became stronger, and the whole person became excited.

Thirty-three Heavens, Paradise, Zhunti, Jieyin Qi's teeth itched!

"Damn it, if this Styx succeeded in proving the truth, where is my face in the West? Where is my Western dignity?"

Zhunti was furious, and waved his hand fiercely, raising countless earth, fire, water and wind.

Jie Yin shook his head and sighed, "This is the opportunity for Minghe. Since Minghe has achieved enlightenment, the West should not be enemies with the Sea of ​​Blood. Try to resolve the grievances. If we can form an alliance, it will be even better."

"Alliance?"

Zhunti was disdainful, "What is his Sea of ​​Blood? Is he worthy of forming an alliance with my West?"

"Things are different now. If Minghe achieves enlightenment and is determined to oppose my West, he will be a big threat. Before the next catastrophe, my West will flourish, we must not be hostile to the Sea of ​​Blood!"

Jie Yin's voice became more serious. Nothing is more important than the flourishing of the West.

What face, decency, if you lose it now, you can find it back later.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Zhunti nodded unwillingly. Since he achieved enlightenment, he has never suffered such anger.

After parting with Minghe in the thirty-third day, Zhao Gongming came to the netherworld again.

"Master, how come you have time to come to the underworld?"

In the Senluo Palace, Taoist Mosquito, wearing the majestic clothes of the King of Fengdu, stood beside Zhao Gongming with a face full of courtesy.

"What is the situation in the human world?"

Zhao Gongming asked casually.

Hundreds of years have passed, hundreds of schools of thought have passed, and the era of Jixia Academy must have come to an end.

Taoist Mosquito quickly reported, "Master, now is the era of the Seven Kingdoms. Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, Qin, the seven kingdoms are fighting for hegemony in the world, and the other small countries have been annexed."

"Where are the schools of thought from hundreds of years ago, Jixia Academy?"

Zhao Gongming asked again.

"The thoughts of hundreds of schools of thought are still spreading in the seven countries. Among them, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism are the most widely spread. The other nine schools of thought are somewhat dwarfed by them."

Zhao Gongming nodded, "Take me to see Empress Houtu."

"Master, please come this way."

Taoist Mosquito led the way diligently, and within half a quarter of an hour, they arrived in front of Pingxin Hall.

After bringing Zhao Gongming here, Taoist Mosquito left.

Zhao Gongming walked into Pingxin Hall, and after a while, he saw Houtu wearing a light yellow dress walking out of the corner of Pingxin Hall.

The long skirt is loose, but it still outlines her perfect figure when walking around.

Lighting a fire, boiling water, and making tea are all done in one go.

"The era of various schools of thought has come to an end. How come fellow Daoist Gongming has time to come to my cold and unpopular Pingxin Palace?"

Hou Tu made a cup of tea and handed it to Zhao Gongming.

"When I come here this time, I still want to ask fellow Taoist Hou Tu for help."

"What's the deal?"

"Help me reincarnate into the human world."

Zhao Gongming said seriously.

"Go to the human world. Your luck in the human world is over. Why go to the human world?"

Hou Tu was a little puzzled.

The previous incarnations of saints went to the human world in order to seize the luck of the human world.

Hundreds of schools of thought, after Jixia Academy, the fate of the human world has been divided by the three religions and nine streams. What is the point of going to the human world again?

"That's right."

Zhao Gongming told Hou Tuting about his plan.

"You actually want to do this. If you do this, you will really be at war with Buddhism."

There was unconcealed surprise in Hou Tu's voice, and he was obviously shocked by Zhao Gongming's plan.

"We will fight until death. If Buddhism really has the capital, let them come."

Hou Tu nodded, "Okay, I'll help you."

Hou Tu led Zhao Gongming to the depths of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. With a wave of his hand, the passage in the human world violently rotated. A wisp of Zhao Gongming's true spirit flew out, submerged into the passage, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the human world, more than a hundred years have passed since hundreds of schools of thought came to Jixia Academy.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the days when kingdoms fought for hegemony and fought chaotically are gone forever.

Instead, there are seven behemoths: Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Qin!

The entire human world is divided by seven kingdoms. The seven kingdoms are constantly attacking and fighting each other. Clouds of doubt rise between heaven and earth, evil spirits boil, wars rage in the sky, and rivers of blood flow.

Among the seven kingdoms, Chu, Qi, and Zhao are the most powerful.

Qin, on the other hand, is relatively weak among the seven countries, and is no match for large countries such as Chu and Qi.