The spirit behind the gods

With Di Jun's words, some people's minds have changed, under the fluctuation of people's hearts, more and more people want to make a move, the temptation of the futon is not small, and many people are willing to give it a go.

Shangqing, who was also sitting on the futon on the side, saw that more and more people seemed to want to make a move, and he had the idea of opening his mouth to help Wuyou, but soon under the transmission of Taiqing and Yuqing, Shangqing temporarily suppressed the idea of helping and continued to quietly watch the development of the situation.

"I have a sword that can cut through the invisible and the insubstantial!"

As Wu You spoke again, the vision of the Chaos Seed Blue Lotus, which was supposed to disappear, resurfaced in front of everyone, and the jade sword that flew out of the Chaos Blue Lotus showed a horror that was completely different from before.

If the sword that came the first time was the sword of material destruction that destroyed all things, then the sword that flies out again now is the sword of disillusionment that can destroy all things and the formless and insubstantial (corporeal) things.

Similarly, as a vision that could not hurt people, the sense of oppression that this disillusionment brought to everyone in Zixiao Palace became more and more terrifying.

Even if the sword pressure is transmitted to everyone present, the vision that everyone needs to face is not all hundredth, but the pressure brought to everyone by not being able to withstand the sword pressure is too terrifying.

A monk who can't even reach Taiyi Xuanxian?

Under the power of this sword, they can't afford to resist at all, before under the provocation of Di Jun, a group of people who originally wanted to do it, one by one, only felt that their thoughts just now were really ridiculous, in the face of Wuyou's second sword, no matter what kind of hole cards they have, there is only one way to fail.

The gap between the two sides is too big, so big that you can directly ignore all the small means.

As the jade sword was retracted into the green lotus again, the others outside the futon had already collapsed to the ground one by one, and the sweat that flowed from their bodies even wet the ground one by one, and everyone looked at Wuyou's eyes again, already with some kind of fear.

"I've got a sword, but--"

Obviously, the second sword was already able to make everyone unable to resist, but Wuyou seemed to have fallen into a state of some kind of epiphany, ignoring the state of other people in Zixiao Palace, and insisted on cutting out this third piece.

The first sword, the destruction of all matter.

The second sword destroys all formless things.

This third sword, according to the intention, should destroy the law of ten thousand paths...

Different from the power of the first sword and the second sword, this third sword Wuyou could not really affect the real world even if it was cut out with a vision, but as soon as he cut out half a sword, a figure of a purple-clothed Taoist appeared on the central futon that was originally empty.

The Lord of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun!

Today's Hongjun has not yet joined the Dao, but his every move can already represent the meaning of the Heavenly Dao, and in the face of the third sword cut out by Wuyou, Hongjun appeared behind him.

Just raised the floating dust in his hand, everything in the entire Zixiao Palace was like experiencing a movie replay, and the third sword, which had already been cut out in half, returned to the state before it was cut out, and everyone returned to their fixed positions.

"I'm about to start preaching, and where the people are now is where you are waiting for the future, do you know?"

Bang--

The gate of Zixiao Palace was pushed open again at this time, and I saw two blades with tattered clothes, one with a painful face, and the other with a face half yellow and half green, just hurriedly walked into the dojo.

Lead, quasi-mention!

Because of Hongjun's interruption, Wuyou, who woke up from the epiphany, just saw the two Taoists who had just entered the entrance, and immediately realized the identity of the other party.

The development of Zixiao Palace's preaching has long been changed by Wuyou, but these two people still rushed to Zixiao Palace before Zixiao Palace closed, which can be regarded as lucky.

This is not a consolation, but a genuine blessing.

You must know that the monks who want to reach Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermons in the flood wilderness are really counted, most of them are lost in the chaos, and many people die in the chaos, and the people who can really find the Zixiao Palace and hint at the arrival are definitely very few, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to call them lucky.

As soon as they entered Zixiao Palace, Zhun Yin and Zhun Ti also noticed the existence of the six most special futons in front of Hongjun, and the two secretly exchanged glances, and Zhun Ti suddenly soared into his acting skills.

"Wow--"

Zhun Ti is also a monk of the Great Perfection of Taiyi Xuanxian Immortal, that is, he just cries when he says it, and it does not mean that his emotions are brewing, and he does not even have the face of a monk at all.

I don't know if Zhun Ti's acting skills are high enough, his skin is thick enough, or he is really emotional, the cry is touching, and people who don't know think that someone around him has passed away.

"My brother and I came thousands of miles to this Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, after going through the Chaos Divine Wind, the Chaos Divine Thunder, and the luck of dying for a lifetime, I came to this Zixiao Palace, I never thought that I would come here, I didn't even have a seat, how could I listen to the teacher's holy words..."

If Zhun Ti cried miserably in the first half of the paragraph, and could still resonate with everyone, then as soon as he opened his last words, anyone who was a little scheming could hear that Zhun Ti was only pretending to be and winning sympathy.

They are all monks who have cultivated for tens of millions of years, and the real little white flower should have died in the cruel flood long ago, but there is really a little white flower in this Zixiao Palace.

"This fellow Daoist, if you don't mind... You can sit with me, in the red clouds, and I'm glad to have a companion with two Taoist friends!"

As soon as Hongyun opened his mouth, many monks secretly cursed at him - idiot.

Of course, there are also many people who are familiar with Hongyun, but they think that Hongyun's operation is normal.

Hongyun, a good old man, this is the label of Hongyun, many monks present have received his help, and it can even be said that they are friends with Hongyun.

However, Zhun Ti would not agree casually, his real goal was to have a futon seat for a few of them.

Seeing that the six people in the group still didn't say anything, Zhun Ti continued to sell miserably, and even brought his senior brother with him, and the level of selling misery was getting higher and higher, and even made people wonder if he had specialized in acting.