After countless years of struggle, my disciple turned the prehistoric world into a top world

At this moment, Hongjun opened his eyes.

Looking at it this way, it almost didn't excite him to death.

Oh My God.

Home... actually full.

There are too many new faces.

OK!

With so many people coming to listen to the sermon, this time he still had to worry about losing his face.

The relationship between master and apprentice, the great cause and effect will eventually be forged.

Hongjun burst into tears with excitement.

Just when Hongjun wanted to preach.

A figure suddenly stood up.

With tears in his eyes, he prostrated himself on the ground.

"Ancestor Dao, the poor Daoists are being bullied in the prehistoric world, you have to be the master for me!"

"I am the head of the male immortals handpicked by the dignified Taoist ancestor, but someone dared to hit me, and it was useless even to report your name."

"Ancestor Dao!"

Forehead!

I forgot about this one.

Originally, Daozu was still in a good mood.

But now, it's like eating a whole fly, disgusting.

This Eastern Prince did more than fail, and he is still crying here.

Hongjun wanted to cry at this moment, but he was really blind back then.

Found such a waste.

You say you are a waste, so why bother the poor.

Isn't this pulling me into the water?

If it wasn't for the full house of disciples, maybe he would have whipped the corpse directly.

But now, he really can't do anything to this guy.

After all, this guy is playing in his name.

After thinking about it, what should Hongjun Zhidao do.

Secretly using great magic power to seal Dong Wanggong's mouth, Hongjun began to preach without stopping.

"Poverty Daoist Hongjun Taoist is the ancestor of Taoism and the sage of the prehistoric. This sermon is the way of quasi-sages. I hope you can understand it."

This time it was full.

Hongjun decided to use his strength.

We must let these newcomers know how powerful he is.

"There is a mixture of things, and it is congenital."

"Lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging."

"Walk around without dying, you can be the mother of heaven and earth."

"I don't know its name, but the strong word is Tao, and the strong name is Da."

"Day means death, death means far away, and far means reverse."

"The way is big, the sky is big, the earth is big, and people are big."

"There are four major areas in the domain, and people live in one of them."

"Humans follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, the heavens follow the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."

.......

"On the top there is Huang Ting Xiaguan Yuan, and on the back there is Youque Qianming Gate."

"Breathe the hut into the dantian, and the clear water of the jade pond will irrigate the spiritual roots."

"Those who can be judged and cultivated can last forever, and people in Huang Ting are dressed in red clothes."

"Guan Yuanmao's family is in trouble, and You Que's hero is towering."

A new generation of words appeared.

"Cut three corpses."

This is a supreme way.

It is the way after Daluo Jinxian.

As long as you find the innate spirit treasure, you can kill the corpse.

It can be said that it is a method that everyone can practice.

Cut off the good and evil ego, and finally become the Dao.

The mysterious way, the method of beheading corpses, has been taught since then. .

Chapter 25

But this time the sermon was really full of hype and visions.

In order to build momentum, Hongjun also deliberately connected to the Dao of Heaven.

It makes him carry the majesty of God's will in his speech and enhance his aura.

All saints are ants, this is not just talk!

He is already invincible in the world he lives in, reaching an unprecedented level.

It's just that although he looks very strong, he doesn't seem to have much effect.

Instead, falling into such a scene is a bit gimmicky.

Hongjun wanted to demonstrate, but couldn't.

Most of the newcomers, represented by Tongtian, did not seem to be oppressed by him.

On the contrary, it was very easy.

This made Hongjun angry.

The blessing of heaven, the blessing of Dao fruit, the blessing of mana, the blessing of majesty...

Buzz!

Fight!

Tong Tian, ​​who was in the first seat, stared at Hong Jun.

There seemed to be a cold light in his eyes.

It is not easy for a sword to open the world, and it is not easy for a person to learn a sword.

Don't look back, we are watching you and the enemy is watching you.

This is what the teacher said.

Therefore, it is impossible for Tongtian to back down today.

Because he knows that if he quits this time, he will not be him anymore.

I have a sword that can open the gate of heaven, and the world will be silent.

I have a sword, the sun and the moon are in the same sky, and the sky and the earth are competing for glory.

I have a sword that shocks the world, wanton and unrestrained.

One sword, just one sword.

Wearing a green shirt, he is now the best in the world.

The world is big and the world is beautiful.

Cultivators sit down and discuss the Tao, and young people thrive on it.

Then there is no more.....

Hongjun finally gave up.

Some people he really can't see through now.

He should focus on his way of killing corpses.

As long as he practiced his way of beheading corpses, he would definitely have great karma.

The sound of the Dao sounded, golden lotuses flooded, golden flowers fell, and the rays of light were brilliant, and the colorful light turned into runes of the Dao, mysterious and mysterious.

At this moment, a jade plate manifested, hanging like a bright moon.

It was broken at one corner and covered with cracks.

Unleash cool brilliance, illuminating the void.

The purple qi is vertical and horizontal, evolving one yuan, two appearances, three talents, four phases, five elements, Liuhe, seven stars, eight trigrams, and nine palaces. It goes round and round and never stops. It is the jade plate of good fortune.

The three thousand laws are transformed into a real form, like three thousand chains hanging in the air, exuding the supreme Taoism.

As the saying goes, there are three thousand ways, all of which can be proved.

Daozu's preaching this time is mainly the practice method of the quasi-sage.

I saw thousands of more than three flowers manifesting at the same time under the stage, Qingyun billowed, covering the sky and the sun, the three flowers on it were red, purple, or golden, colorful, colorful, swaying, and many Taoist methods evolved in.

Everyone was fine at first, and they were infatuated. When they followed the sound of the Dao and evolved into quasi-sage practice, most of them were frowning, sweating and even crying bitterly, and even the first seat and others showed pain.

Taiqing Laozi also frowned on Wannian's indifferent face, covered with fine sweat.

Yuqing Yuanshi's solemn face is also full of pain at this moment, and the auspicious light above the three flowers has dimmed a lot.

As for Jieyin Zhunti, Jieyin's complexion was already sallow, and now he was even more miserable, with a sad face; Zhunti was even more disregarding others, with a sad face and tears streaming down his face.

"cut!"

At this time, a burst of shouting suddenly sounded.

Lao Tzu stood up at this moment, his beard and hair fluttering, and he was too forgetful.

"The good corpse comes out!"

Three golden flowers in full bloom emerge from the top of the head.

Among the three flowers, a vague voice manifested from one of Lao Tzu's innate spiritual treasures.

"Taishang Laojun has seen this deity!"

"You and I are one body, why bother to be polite!"

The Taishang Laojun slapped his head and flew back to Lao Tzu's smallpox.

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut!"

After Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi also started beheading corpses.

At this moment, his eyes are like star pupils devouring the universe.

The left eye observes the reincarnation of all things, and the right eye observes the infinite world.

The sound of Dao is ethereal, mysterious and mysterious, and the momentum is even stronger than before.

Jieyin has a sallow face with bitterness, three big white relics blooming with infinite light on top of his head, a six-foot-long golden body sits on it, his hands are folded, his face is full of compassion, he recites Buddhist scriptures silently, and the voice of Sanskrit sounds murmurs ring.