Honghuang: My clone Buzhou Mountain

At the foot of Mount Buzhou in the east, Liuer Macaque looked at the towering pillars of heaven in front of him, his mind wandering.

"I will definitely see the senior this time!" Liuer Macaque murmured in a low voice, feeling the powerful aura coming towards him.

Earlier, Hongjun Zixiao Palace preached. Although he did not have the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian and could not go to the chaos, he could still hear Hongjun's preaching by relying on his natural supernatural powers.

Who would have thought that the dignified saint would be so stingy, breaking his supernatural powers with a sentence "The law is not passed on to Liuer", and seriously injuring him.

When he was injured and fell to the foot of Mount Buzhou, a tall figure saved him.

At that time, his mind was unconscious, and Liuer Macaque could only see the other person's back clearly, a stone man.

And after so many years in Mount Buzhou, he finally found the lifesaver.

He had seen him from afar, but failed to thank him in person, and today, Yuan preached, he finally had the honor to face the other person.

Figures kept flying in the distance, and they gathered at the foot of Mount Buzhou, with expectations in their eyes.

Thinking of the Hunyuan Dao that Tianyuan had said earlier, Liuer Mihou was also excited.

He glanced at the direction of the chaos, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Hongjun was called the Taoist ancestor by the prehistoric creatures, but he preached in the chaos. Later, Liuer Mihou heard that many Daluo Jinxian died on the way.

It was still Senior Tianyuan who was righteous and preached directly in Buzhou Mountain. This was the real preaching in the prehistoric world.

Inexplicably, the pillar of heaven in front of him became more sacred and solemn in his eyes.

Many creatures around, whether they were seeing Buzhou Mountain for the first time or there were many people nearby, all had such expressions.

There was a fluorescent light flashing in the sky in the north, and Kunpeng escaped from the void with a very ugly face.

After becoming a saint in the Styx, he closed his eyes to create creatures that could survive in the North Sea.

He went through untold hardships, combined the ghost with the water of the North Sea with many natural materials and treasures, and finally created a spirit that could live in the Sea of ​​Darkness.

But it was a pity for Kunpeng that he still failed to become a saint even though he established a religion with this creature.

Not to mention taking that step, he didn't even have a little bit of merit.

Kunpeng was angry at the injustice of heaven, but he could do nothing about it. He didn't dare to go to Zixiao Palace to find Hongjun.

It happened that Tianyuan and Sanqing were preaching, so Kunpeng came to Buzhou Mountain secretly.

He was one of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace. The way of Sanqing was the way taught by Hongjun, so there was no need to go.

On the contrary, Kunpeng was very interested in Tianyuan's Hunyuan Dao.

After the first fight with Tianyuan on Buzhou Mountain, he deeply understood the power of this stone man.

Tianyuan had never been to Zixiao Palace, and now the other party had become a saint, it was very likely that he was walking the Hunyuan Dao.

For Kunpeng, who had no way to go, this was like a ray of dawn in the endless darkness.

Although his relationship with Tianyuan was not good because of the demon court, Kunpeng had to take a risk.

In order to take that step, any risk is worth a try.

With a glance around, Kunpeng slightly restrained his own breath. He felt a lot of obscure and familiar fluctuations. It seemed that those innate gods had the same idea as him.

"The Way of Hunyuan!" Kunpeng whispered softly, and his figure disappeared into the void.

He was somewhat looking forward to the upcoming sermon, but also a little nervous.

Time passed slowly, and Tianyuan, who was sitting quietly on Mount Buzhou, opened his eyes, with doubts in his eyes.

After three thousand years of preaching, there was no accident between heaven and earth.

"Does that person no longer care?" Tianyuan looked up at the sky and whispered softly.

The spread of the Way of Hunyuan was definitely a fatal blow to Hongjun's reputation.

He not only deceived the Three Pure Ones, but also deceived all the innate gods between heaven and earth.

The so-called grace of preaching, in the end, was the hatred of blocking the way.

Tianyuan knew very well what would happen if the Three Pure Ones and others knew about this situation.

Hongjun, who was originally respected by everyone, suddenly became a person that everyone wanted to kill.

Perhaps everyone was afraid of Hongjun's strength and dared not say anything, but how could such hatred be easily abandoned?

But after such a long time, Hongjun did not make any move, which could only mean that the other party might not care about what he did at all.

In Zixiao Palace, it was said that Hongjun had completed his layout, and the three pure ones were useless.

Of course, there was another possibility, that is, the other party had made some moves in secret, but he did not know about it.

In any case, the way of Hunyuan must be passed down. Even if Hongjun had some plans in the future, he would no longer fight alone.

Tianyuan put away his distracting thoughts and looked at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain.

In all directions under the mountain, dense figures sat quietly, and there was no end in sight. Of course, the largest number of people was still in the east.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the sky, and purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles. The divine light on Buzhou Mountain was bright, and there was a strong Taoist rhyme.

The bodies of many creatures who were waiting for the sermon trembled, and all of them looked overjoyed, and hurriedly looked towards the top of the mountain.

Amidst the clouds and mist, a figure surrounded by a rosy glow slowly rose, exuding a vast and boundless aura, and three thousand laws were dripping from above his head.

Watching for a while, it was as if infinite heavenly power was falling, and a sense of awe rose involuntarily from the depths of the soul.

Ordinary creatures were surprised when they saw this, but the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace were shocked.

Tianyuan's appearance was no worse than that of the Taoist ancestors in Zixiao Palace.

The vast and majestic aura immediately made the few heavenly saints who noticed it understand that Tianyuan had indeed taken that step.

Tianyuan, who was sitting quietly on the auspicious cloud, half closed his eyes, and a faint sound of Taoism rang out.

"I am Tianyuan, the Hunyuan, my flesh is flawless, Hunyuan is the same, I am the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!"

The voice came out slowly from the top of Buzhou Mountain, with Tianzhu as the center, and swept towards the prehistoric land.

And in that consciousness space, there was also a rolling sound of Tao coming from the sacred mountain.

Since he was preaching in the prehistoric land, Tianyuan naturally could not ignore the consciousness space of Buzhou Mountain.

In addition to the two tribes of witches and demons who had previously dredged the earth veins, he also captured a lot of creatures later, and he should pass on the Hunyuan Dao together.

As soon as the words came out, the sky and golden lotus emerged in the world, covering the entire Buzhou Mountain.

And the few Tiandao saints who eavesdropped all trembled all over, their faces gradually changed from suspicion to astonishment, and then they were stunned.

They were saints, and their souls were entrusted to the Tiandao. Tianyuan's short words instantly made them understand a lot.

The Hunyuan Dao, Tianyuan is not a saint at all, but a proof of Hunyuan, which is the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

The Hunyuan Dao mentioned by Tianyuan is the law of proof they know.

This is not a dead end, but a very powerful way.

On Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian Sect Master widened his eyes and turned his head to look at Laozi beside him: "Brother, this."

The guess in his heart became a reality, and Tongtian was very angry.

Originally, he respected Hongjun very much. The other party not only preached the prehistoric world, but also gave them many magic weapons.

Among the disciples, only the three of them had the treasure.

But now, the fact is that the three pure ones suffered from Hongjun's calculations.

Tongtian attaches great importance to feelings, but he didn't expect that the Taoist ancestors in Zixiao Palace actually deceived them.

He didn't know why Hongjun did this, but it was not an exaggeration to say that the hatred of blocking the way was irreconcilable.

Yuanshi Tianzun next to him also trembled slightly, and said hesitantly: "Third brother, don't think about it, maybe it's Tianyuan's conspiracy!"

Although it felt a little weird, Yuanshi Tianzun still trusted Hongjun very much.

If it weren't for the master, how could he have the innate treasure Pangu Banner, and how could he become a saint of the Heavenly Dao.

On the contrary, the stone man on Mount Buzhou is weird everywhere, and there must be other calculations for this preaching.

Tongtian frowned, glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun with his peripheral vision, and still looked at Laozi quietly.

The sky and golden lotus rising between heaven and earth are the best proof.

Only with the approval of heaven and earth can the strange phenomenon rise, can it be false?

He may not believe in Tianyuan, but he will definitely not believe in the prehistoric world opened up by the Father God.

At this moment, Tongtian Sect Master vaguely understood why Hongjun wanted to preach in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun's previous dojo was in Yuqiong Mountain. He could have preached in the prehistoric world, but he chose to preach in chaos.

He began to doubt whether the so-called method of beheading the three corpses was true or false.

Before becoming a saint, the three brothers all beheaded the three corpses, but they could never achieve the unity of the three corpses.

In the end, it was the great merit of establishing a religion that fell, and then he took the last step.

But even now, Tongtian is still a little unclear about the process of his becoming a saint.

Not to mention why he suddenly became a saint, he is a little confused about the direct factors of the key sainthood.

Was it because of merit that he became a saint, or because of merit to force the three corpses to merge into one, or was it simply because of the Hongmeng purple air.

He had studied it carefully, but he still couldn't figure out what happened at the beginning.

Now the way of Tianyuan Hunyuan has been confirmed to be the law of the father god Pangu's practice, how could this not make Tongtian angry.

As the authentic Pangu, they may have had a better choice, but now they have become like this.

Merit became a saint, and the wisp of Yuanshen entrusted to the way of heaven made Tongtian feel a sense of restriction.

Hongjun merged with the way of heaven and had already become a part of the way of heaven. Could it be that...

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through Tongtian's mind, and his face changed drastically in an instant, and his eyes were even more horrified.

Hongjun's plan was completely beyond their expectations.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was standing next to him, saw that Tongtian did not speak, but his face became even uglier. He snorted and said, "Why are we making random guesses? After this preaching, we will go to the Zixiao Palace to find out."

Tianyuan suddenly became so powerful, and there were signs that he was against his master. Yuanshi Tianzun had long wanted to go to the Zixiao Palace to find out what Tianyuan was up to.

After a series of events, he was not sure whether Tianyuan was the incarnation of Mount Buzhou, but Yuanshi Tianzun firmly believed that his master must know.

Laozi slightly side-glanced, frowned and glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun, and a strange color flashed in the depths of his eyes.

There was still no abnormality on Gu Bo's calm face.

Sitting upright, Laozi looked at the foot of Kunlun Mountain: "Now there are many living beings gathered at the foot of the mountain. Let's preach well. If there are suitable ones, we can accept them as disciples!"

After Laozi finished speaking, there was also a rolling sound of Taoism in his mouth.

"The Tao that can be told is not the real Tao, and the name that can be named is not the real name"

Although many creatures went to Tianzhu because of the strange phenomenon of Buzhou Mountain, there were also many creatures gathered at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Since they had promised to preach for three thousand years before, the Three Pure Ones naturally could not break their promise.

Tongtian Jiaozhu was stunned and stared at his elder brother Laozi.

He could deduce a lot, and with his elder brother's wisdom, he must know more.

It was about the Tao of the three brothers, and the elder brother actually had the leisure to preach.

But seeing Laozi's leisurely look, Tongtian couldn't say anything more.

The elder brother's personality has always been like this. If he doesn't say anything, it's useless to say more.

Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun, and then at his elder brother Laozi, Tongtian found that both brothers were a little strange.

It seems that they are not worried about their Tao at all.

Tongtian, who was upset, had no time to preach. He kept a wisp of divine consciousness on Mount Buzhou.

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at his two brothers and frowned slightly, but he didn't think much about it. He looked at the foot of Mount Kunlun.

Many creatures with good roots came this time, and he had already taken a fancy to several of them.

On Mount Buzhou, the sound of Tao was floating.

As Tianyuan continued to utter words, the rolling auspicious aura flowed towards the prehistoric land with Mount Buzhou as the center, passing through a series of figures.

All the creatures sat quietly in the field and carefully comprehended.

In the rosy clouds, spiritual energy was spewing, laws were floating, and breakthrough fluctuations were heard from time to time.

Kunpeng, who was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, was stunned to feel the fluctuations around him, and his face was extremely ugly.

Breath, this breath, he was very familiar with it.

In the past in the demon court, he had felt it on the two demon kings.

A long time ago, Kunpeng found that the fluctuations of the two demon kings were a bit strange.

Although they were all following the method of beheading the three corpses, he sometimes felt that the auras of the two demon kings were a little strange.

Once, he also vaguely felt this kind of aura on the demon saint Bai Ze.

Earlier, he thought it was because of the convergence of luck, but now he finally understood that Di Jun and Tai Yi were not beheading the three corpses to prove the way, they were also following the way of Hunyuan.

"Damn it! I have devoted my whole heart to the demon court, but the two demon kings actually treat me as an outsider!" Kunpeng gritted his teeth, with resentment in his eyes.

Kunpeng didn't know whether Hongjun Zixiao Palace's teachings were false, but Di Jun and Tai Yi passed them on to Bai Ze, but concealed him, the demon master, how could he not be angry.

He was angry because he didn't snatch Hongyun's Hongmeng purple qi and was inexplicably trapped in the catastrophe.

Looking at the direction of the demon court with hatred, Kunpeng quickly gathered his mind and carefully sensed the way flowing on his body.

The method of beheading the three corpses did not work, and now he placed all his hopes for the last step on Tianyuan's Hunyuan Dao.

In the Western world, on Mount Xumi, Jie Yin and Zhunti looked at each other with astonishment in their eyes.

The rolling sound of Tao, heard in their ears, made both of them at a loss.

They did not speak, but looked towards the direction of the Chaos Zixiao Palace from time to time.

Daozu calculated the sentient beings of the prehistoric world, especially the Three Pure Ones.

But they did not care, if there was no Daozu, the two would not have become saints.

As for the Hunyuan Dao mentioned by Tianyuan, they also planned to study it in detail.

As Tianyuan continued to pass down the Hunyuan Dao, many innate saints hidden around Mount Buzhou also began to doubt the truth of Hongjun Zixiao Palace's preaching.

Although everyone was shocked and confused, they did not dare to think about it.

Hongjun merged with Taoism, and no one knew how strong the other party was, so they could only carefully comprehend the sound of Tianyuan Dao.

Tian Yuan, who was sitting quietly on the top of Buzhou Mountain, also looked up in the direction of Chaos.

He had been preaching for a while, but still no accidents happened. Hongjun really didn't intend to pay attention to him.

This situation made Tian Yuan a little worried. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, so I am under a lot of constraints!

Tian Yuan, who had thought about it in his mind, no longer paid attention to it and concentrated on explaining the way of Hunyuan.

When the enemy comes, the general will stop him and when the water comes, the earth will cover it. Just take one step at a time.