"I dare to ask the saint, what criteria does the saint use to select his disciples?"
Hongyun Daozu, who was relatively close to Hongjun Daozu, asked.
The closest one is Nuwa, followed by Sanqing, and then the Second Sage of the West.
Everyone's ears pricked up.
"Simple! There are seven Hongmeng Purple Qi here, and those who are destined to get them will get them. Anyone who gets the Hongmeng Purple Qi will have the opportunity to become my disciple."
After saying that, seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared in Daozu Hongjun's hand.
Everyone's eyes fell on Hongmeng Ziqi, their eyes burning.
With their eyesight, they can naturally see that the Hongmeng Purple Qi is an incredible treasure and opportunity.
If the Hongmeng Purple Qi hadn't been in the hands of the saint, I'm afraid they would have snatched it long ago.
"Seven Hongmeng Purple Qi, but they say they choose six disciples, what does it mean?" Everyone quickly thought of it together.
"Are only seven people able to become saints in the end? Or is this a test?"
No one knows the answer until it is announced, except Lin Fan.
Lin Fan knew the answer, but he didn't know what Taoist Hongjun thought.
"I dare to ask the saint, how can I obtain Hongmeng Purple Qi?"
Ancestor Styx asked, he wished he could throw his whole body into the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
"There is a box here. I will put the Hongmeng Purple Qi into the box. Each of you will have a chance to draw a lottery."
Daozu Hongjun took out a box and put Hongmeng Purple Qi into the box in front of everyone's eyes.
"let's start!"
As Daozu Hongjun finished speaking, almost everyone sent magical draws towards the box.
Di Jun was the fastest and caught the prize ball.
"empty!"
"It's also empty." The ball Donghuang Taiyi grabbed was also empty.
They said it was empty, but I don't know if anyone believed it.
What if they draw Hongmeng Purple Qi and tell lies?
Many strong people announced that they were empty after drawing. As for whether there are any strong people who were drawn but said that they were empty, it is unknown.
"Who drew it?" someone asked.
Everyone said it was empty, no one said it was drawn.
After all, no one would be so stupid. If they get the chance to become a saint, they will also get the opportunity to spread the word to the world...
The seven opportunities for sainthood are in the lottery box. No one gets it. Who believes it?
Just when they were doubting each other, Nuwa cheered and her innocent laughter echoed.
"Yeah, I got it, Senior Lin Fan."
After saying that, he happily picked up Lin Fan and kissed him.
"It's also empty, there's nothing." Fuxi quickly grabbed the ball Nuwa grabbed and announced it.
The atmosphere in the hall was solidified.
...
"The ball is empty, and there is no purple energy."
Fuxi's heart was beating rapidly, and he knew best whether there was Hongmeng Purple Qi or not.
He used his magical power to cover up the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but he couldn't hide the suspicious looks from everyone.
The strong men in the palace do not need to confirm whether there is Hongmeng purple energy in the ball, they only need to suspect the object.
As long as they have doubts, they can give it a try.
As the last ball in the lottery box was taken away, everyone in the palace, except Nuwa, said that the ball they drew was empty and had no Hongmeng Purple Qi.
There are seven Hongmeng Purple Qi in the box, and now only one appears, so the remaining six...
The strong men in the palace looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt that the other party was worthy of suspicion.
However, instead of doubting whose hands Hongmeng Purple Qi will fall into, the strong men in the palace are more inclined to the identified target, Nuwa.
Nuwa saw Fuxi's reaction and everyone's gaze, and immediately knew that she was wrong.
He shouldn’t expose Hongmeng Purple Qi in his own hands.
"Senior Lin Fan, what should we do?" Nuwa felt that everyone was very fierce, and only Lin Fan and Fu Xi could be trusted.
But Brother Fuxi was too good, so she decided to rely on senior Lin Fan.
"As long as I'm here, there's nothing to worry about." Lin Fan comforted Nuwa.
"Don't blame yourself, just be careful next time."
"Senior Lin Fan, as a senior, you are the first to defeat Luo Hu. There must be Hongmeng Purple Qi in the ball you drew."
A voice sounded, coming from an unknown direction.
The person who spoke out concealed his identity.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall felt that the ball Lin Fan drew contained Hongmeng purple energy.
"Haha... Whoever wants it can take it." Lin Fan threw the ball.
The ball was thrown into the air, and everyone's eyes followed the thrown ball.
On the nine-layered cloud, Saint Hongjun was surrounded by purple energy, and his face was shrouded in purple energy. When he saw Lin Fan throwing the ball, his expression did not change and he said: "Since you have drawn the ball, let's leave. Come back in a thousand years!"
After saying that, Saint Hongjun disappeared and Zixiao Palace disappeared.
Everyone in the hall appeared in the starry sky of the universe.
Instantly transferred from the Zixiao Palace to the void of the universe, the power of the supernatural power is amazing.
"What should we do?" After losing the shackles of the saint, Fuxi found that the strong men around him were ready to make a move, so he hurriedly asked Lin Fan.
Most people look at them like fat sheep.
"As I said before, there is nothing to worry about. Let's go." Lin Fan opened the sword world and took Nuwa and Fuxi away.
Lin Fan left, and everyone else also left.
However, some people looked at the ball suspended in the air thrown by Lin Fan.
"There should be Hongmeng purple energy inside, right?"
"have no idea."
"Then do it!"
The magical power exploded, and a dozen quasi-sages turned to the ball suspended in the air.
The nearby immortal-level powerful people fled one after another. The aftermath of the quasi-holy magical power that could not escape was either seriously injured or died.
The seriously injured immortal-level experts did not escape the calamity of death, and most of them were attacked and killed on the way due to their serious injuries.
Many more corpses were added to the road to the starry sky.
In the sword world, both Nuwa and Fuxi noticed the fighting breaking out behind them and knew the source of the fighting.
"Senior, there is no Hongmeng Purple Qi in the ball you threw, why are they fighting for it?" Nuwa asked.
"If they don't see it, they won't believe it. Also, who told you that there is no Hongmeng purple energy in the ball?"
"What?! There is Hongmeng purple energy in the ball." Fuxi and Nuwa were shocked.
"Then why did the senior throw out the Hongmeng Purple Qi?" Fuxi asked.
"If I said that I am not interested in Hongmeng Ziqi, would you believe it?"
Lin Fan was already a saint-level master, but the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which could make people become saints, really didn't interest him.
Fuxi shook his head, "I don't believe it."
"I believe it. I believe everything senior says." Nuwa nodded.
"Senior, don't you want to become a saint?" Fuxi asked.
"Becoming a saint does not necessarily require Hongmeng Purple Qi. I have found my way to sainthood and do not need to rely on external objects."
What Lin Fan lacked was a strong enough opponent, not the opportunity to become a saint.
As long as he has a strong enough opponent, Lin Fan can step into the Saint level at any time.
However, it is a pity that the opponent is not strong enough.
Even Saint Hongjun is not strong enough for Lin Fan to step into the Saint level.
The sword world flew quickly to Buzhou Mountain.
In the starry sky, the ball that was being fought over by many quasi-sages was struck by the aftermath of the magical power. The stone skin-wrapped surface shattered, revealing purple light and shadow.
The purple air is hazy, containing the principles of heaven and earth.
"Is there really Hongmeng Purple Qi?"
The quasi-sage who won the ball looked at Hongmeng Ziqi and breathed rapidly.
A group of quasi-sages chased the Hongmeng purple energy into the depths of the starry sky.
Ancestor Hongyun and Demon Master Kunpeng were among them.
(End of chapter)
