This wilderness is too dangerous

Time flies, and the time of the One Yuan Meeting is just a flash.

Outside Yujing Mountain, it is now a mighty place.

On the top of the mountain, thousands of Taiyi Gods are waiting in groups of three or five.

At the foot of the mountain, billions of creatures and monsters are everywhere, stretching for thousands of miles.

However, although there are many creatures, there is no noise. They are all silently watching the top of the sacred mountain and waiting silently.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched, and every breath seems to become long.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, above the void on the top of Yujing Mountain, ripples appeared in the space, and a brilliant glow shone out, sweeping across the endless primitive world.

Buzz! ! ! !

As the void trembled, a magnificent palace emerged in the void, and infinite Tao rhyme permeated.

"Right now!"

At the moment when Zixiao Palace appeared, a Taoist standing at the forefront of many gods flashed, stepped on the node of time and space, and was the first to go straight to Zixiao Palace.

This Taoist is called Ran Deng, who is devoted to seeking the Tao, not caring about external things, and not being involved in cause and effect.

On weekdays, he stays in his own Taoist temple and rarely goes out.

Even in the battle to kill the beast, Ran Deng never left the mountain.

In the past, Hongjun opened up the way of heaven, and three thousand gods surrounded and killed Hongjun, but Ran Deng did not get involved.

Until the last time Hongjun gave a lecture in Zixiao Palace, he hurried there.

But since the last time he participated, he moved his cave to the outside of Yujing Mountain, meditated and practiced, and planned to stay for 10,000 yuan, waiting for the next lecture.

But he never thought that things in the world are impermanent, and variables arise in vain.

After the 10,000-yuan sermon was changed to a Yuanhui, Ran Deng immediately stayed on Yujing Mountain and became the first innate sacred to resist.

The latecomers, because Yujing Mountain is the location of the Taoist ancestor's Taoist temple, were not good at arguing or making trouble, or perhaps they were concerned about the sacred face and thought that one position was not a big deal, so they lined up in order and waited quietly.

But they didn't know that sometimes, it was often an unintentional concession that lost an unimaginable future!

Seeing Ran Dong move, the others took action, turning into streams of light that broke through the void and headed straight for Zixiao Palace.

On the other side, Ran Deng arrived at Zixiao Palace first, passing through layers of palaces all the way and heading straight for the inner hall of the sermon.

But when he entered the hall, the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned.

"Huh? Someone is faster than me?"

"No, they are not latecomers, but they arrived first and have been in Zixiao Palace all the time!"

Ran Deng looked at the familiar figure sitting on the futon in front of him, his eyes surging, and he understood everything in an instant.

In fact, what Ran Deng had expected was not wrong. When the Three Pure Ones and Jie Yin came to Zixiao Palace to ask Dao Zu for help, they learned that the preaching would be changed to a Yuanhui later.

And how could they hear that Dao Zu accepted disciples to help them achieve the Dao Fruit of Daluo Jinxian.

They immediately ignored the fate of preaching and waited for a Yuanhui in Zixiao Palace, saying that they would not leave.

However, as the leader of a sect, they also passed the news back so that the sacred people under their command could be prepared in advance, which was also considered to be a contribution.

"Something is wrong! There may be something unusual about the preaching this time!" Ran Deng looked at the scene in front of him and felt something in his heart.

Under the high platform, there were two rows of cushions, with three cushions placed in each row.

The Three Pure Ones sat in the first row, while Jie Yin and Zhunti sat in the second row, and there was an empty cushion on the far right.

He immediately stepped forward quickly, without saying a word, and quickly sat on the last cushion.

In fact, as early as the moment Ran Deng entered the hall, the Three Pure Ones and Jie Yin and Zhunti had already felt it.

No one knew the significance of this last cushion better than them, but they did not speak, nor did they remind them at all.

Even their disciples and holy Taoist friends did not reveal anything.

It was not that they did not want to, but they could not!

This was the cushion arranged by Hongjun Daozu himself. There were fifty great ways, and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. The heaven and earth still had a glimmer of hope.

And this last opportunity was a trace of change left for the destined person.

When Randeng sat down, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were dozing, opened their eyes immediately, bowed and smiled, "I, Jieyin (Zunti), greet the Taoist friends."

Randeng was slightly stunned, and immediately replied, "I, Randeng, greet the two Taoist friends."

In the past, he was not unaware of Jieyin and Zhunti. After all, they were the masters of one side. The innate sacred circle was so large that even if he, Randeng, was a homebody, he had heard of them.

The last time he preached in Zixiao Palace was the first time they met.

However, at that time, Randeng was just an inconspicuous Taiyi god among the gods, so Jieyin Zhunti would not pay attention to him.

But today, Jieyin and Zhunti, as the overlords of one side, greeted him first, which really surprised Randeng.

Randeng then looked at the Three Pure Ones in front of him and bowed, saying, "I am Randeng, and I meet the three Taoist friends."

Lingbao looked back and smiled, "I am Lingbao, and I am polite to you."

Daode turned his head slightly and smiled indifferently, "I am Daode, and you don't have to be so rigid."

Yuanshi looked calm and said softly, "I am Yuanshi."

As soon as he said hello, there was a bustling sound of footsteps outside.

Obviously, many innate gods were entering the hall.

Seeing this, they sat down on the cushions and stopped talking.

"What's going on?"

"Three Pure Ones, Jie Yin Zhunti?! Why are there cushions?"

"Why are there only six cushions? Is there any meaning behind it?"

"Huh? Zhunti Hall Master only said that the lecture would be held after a Yuanhui, but he never mentioned that there would be cushions?"

"The three celestial masters are sitting at the head, is there any hidden secret?"

Such a scene immediately puzzled the innate saints who entered the hall later.

The saints who did not belong to the forces of Sanqing and Jieyin were even more puzzled, why Sanqing, Jieyin and Zhunti were in Zixiao Palace so early.

As for the other saints, they were wondering why there were six more cushions.

You know, there was no cushion when he preached last time.

When the Daluo Daozu preached, every move contained the secret of heaven, how could he do something without reason.

But although they were puzzled in their hearts, they had no choice but to sit on the ground behind the cushion.

In a moment, thousands of saints sat down one by one and waited quietly.

But they did not wait too long. In a moment, when the gods did not notice it at all, Hongjun's figure appeared on the Taoist platform.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were calm as he glanced at the gods, and his voice was ethereal, "All gods are here, the preaching begins..."

Suddenly, he paused, his calm eyes slightly showed a hint of surprise, and his gaze fell on the void outside the palace.

Hongjun's sudden pause made all living beings aware of the abnormality, and they all subconsciously turned their heads and looked outside the palace.

Even Sanqing and Jieyin Zhunti were no exception.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, the void was shaking, and a hand stretched out, as if grabbing a piece of curtain, and gently tore it, leaving a space passage.

A mighty and domineering figure stepped out.

When seeing this figure, all living beings' pupils shrank slightly, and their faces were full of surprise.

"Grandmaster Witch Emperor Jiang! Twelve Grandmaster Witches!"

"Witches, why are they here?"

"What's going on? Why do the Witches want to listen to the Taoist preaching?"

"Are they leaving Heaven to join the Xuanmen forces?"

Yes, the one who took the lead was the Grandmaster Witch Emperor Jiang, and after him, the twelve Grandmaster Witches came out one after another.

For a moment, the eyes of the gods fluctuated, and all kinds of thoughts surged.

You know, the last time the Taoist preached, the Witches chose to go to Heaven without any hesitation.

Why did they suddenly come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the preaching this time?

Just as they were thinking, the twelve Grandmaster Witches strode into the palace.

Emperor Jiang glanced at the gods and saw the Three Pure Ones sitting in the front. He looked at them deeply, then looked at Hongjun on the high platform and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun wants to preach the Tao in the wild and educate all living beings. I wonder if we, the Wu Clan, would like to listen to your Taoism?"

Yes, Emperor Jiang directly called Hongjun a fellow Daoist, and did not put his status below him at all.

Although in terms of strength, Hongjun, the supreme Daluo, can destroy the Wu Clan in a snap of a finger.

But even so, Emperor Jiang did not think that he, a descendant of Pangu's authentic bloodline, was inferior to Hongjun.

When the gods heard what Emperor Jiang said, they felt a little nervous.

Not good! The Wu Clan is here to make trouble!

The Three Pure Ones sitting in the front looked directly at Emperor Jiang and the twelve ancestors of the Wu. They looked at each other and had a bad premonition in their hearts.

"The one who comes here has bad intentions!" Daode's eyes dropped slightly, and his mind opened up an independent channel to communicate with Yuanshi and Tongtian.

"Hmph! Wu Clan, after we achieve the Great Luo Dao Fruit, the past cause and effect will be settled!" Yuanshi's mind was bad, and his eyes became cold.

There has never been a coincidence in this ancient thing.

It just happened that just this time, the twelve ancestors of the Wu Clan rushed to Zixiao Palace together. If he said there was no trick, would he believe it?

Lingbao looked firm, with a bright glow in his eyes, "It's just a little bit of wind and frost before the Tao!"

His Tao is like the sword in his hand, moving forward!

Even if this is a catastrophe of Taoism, he will not retreat a bit, and use the sword in his hand to cut through all difficulties.

I would rather die than not prove the Tao!

At this time, Hongjun has regained his indifference. With just one glance, he can see through the infinite cause and effect and understand everything.

In his heart, he could not help but sigh, "What a great Emperor Yuanlian!"

The only one who can see through Daluo's layout is Daluo!

The appearance of the twelve witch ancestors is nothing more than Yuanlian's counterattack.

Hongjun said calmly, "Since it is preaching in the prehistoric world, the witch clan is also a member of the living beings. Since all the witch ancestors are willing to listen, then listen!"

After that, he no longer paid attention to the witch ancestors and said directly:

"This time, I will talk about the way of Daluo. How much you can understand depends on your chance!"

Then, the door of Zixiao Palace closed with a bang, covering up all the secrets of heaven and escaping into an independent time and space.

"Daluo means big, which is infinitely vast; Luo means net, which is to include everything..."

"Therefore, Daluo is infinitely vast and includes everything!"

"The way of Daluo has no beginning or end, no beginning or end..."

The vast sound of Taoism floats, the boundless law of Taoism is diffused, purple air descends from the sky, golden lotus emerges from the ground, and there are grand visions evolving. (End of this chapter)