"break!"
A red hydrangea fell down, breaking the barrier and hitting the frost-white old man's head.
"Sage Nuwa, do you know that he is the Demon God of Chaos? If you don't kill him, he will destroy the entire prehistoric world."
The old man retreated as he spoke, getting rid of Lin Fan's entanglement and crashing directly into the turbulence of space.
"I think you are more like the Chaos Demon God." Nuwa sneered, seeing the devilish energy in the old man's moves.
"Senior Lin Fan, who is that old man?"
"saint."
"The one from Zixiao Palace?" Nuwa asked.
Lin Fan nodded.
"Then I won't go to the third sermon."
"But I'll go!"
"Then I'll go too." Nuwa said.
The attack is over.
Lin Fan didn't say anything about the investigation, and Nuwa didn't say anything either. She just told Lin Fan that she could take action at any time if Lin Fan needed it.
She waited and waited until Lin Fan asked her to take action.
After waiting for a long time, Nuwa started to run over and asked Lin Fan why he didn't kill him.
Lin Fan's answer was to fatten them up before killing them.
At this time, Nuwa would always nodded in understanding.
Time passed, hundreds of years passed, and finally the third sermon arrived.
The strong men in the ancient world who had the ability to fly to Zixiao Palace all flew to Zixiao Palace.
For a time, the universe and starry sky were filled with powerful people.
The physical body traveled across the starry sky, cutting down the stars, and some strong men fell into the stars.
For example, the pig-headed quasi-sage, the confidant of the Emperor of Heaven, was discovered, and his body fell on a solar star that emitted high temperatures.
Under the high temperature inherent in the star, the roasted pig's head was so fat that it crackled and dripped with oil, and the aroma could be smelled from far away.
"Senior Lin Fan, there is a pig there, it smells so good."
Nuwa appeared in the multi-dimensional space, and no nearby quasi-saint-level powerhouse could see Nuwa or hear her voice.
At this time, Nuwa was not in the same space as them.
Lin Fan followed Nuwa's line of sight and saw a familiar pig. He immediately knew that Emperor Jun's power was stable and finally couldn't help but take action.
The origin of everything began with a wedding banquet held by the Phoenix ancestor.
The number of powerful people who knew that Di Jun wore an environmental protection hat was already very few at this time. There is no record in the official or unofficial history of Heaven that Di Jun once had a wife named Yan Xiang.
"Brother Zhu is a divine general of heaven. No strong man can touch him. Touching a divine general of heaven is tantamount to going against heaven."
Fuxi looked at the corpse of the pig-headed quasi-sage and said.
"Who knows. Maybe it was someone from Heaven who did it." Lin Fan shrugged.
The three of them came to Zixiao Palace.
The palace door is still closed, and there are strong people standing outside the palace.
When Lin Fan and the other three arrived, all the powerful men turned their attention to them.
"Why is Saint Nuwa here too?"
“Do saints still need to listen to the teachings of sanctification?”
Discussions started, and all the powerful people were surprised by Nuwa's appearance.
The Zixiao Palaces were opened, and powerful people entered the Zixiao Palace one after another.
Like the previous two sermons, there were many fewer people and more new faces.
"Hey, where is Ancestor Hongyun?" Nuwa asked Zhen Yuanzi without seeing Mr. Hongyun.
The strong man Zhen Yuanzi said sadly in his heart: "Fellow Taoist Hongyun has passed away."
"How did he fall?" Nuwa asked.
She has been in Buzhou Mountain and hasn't left much, so she doesn't know much about the news outside.
"Fellow Daoist Hongyun was lucky enough to obtain a beam of Hongmeng Purple Qi. When the news spread, he was beaten to death by a group of quasi-sages, and the path to death disappeared. I don't know whose hands the Hongmeng Purple Qi he possessed fell into. There are rumors that that beam of Hongmeng Purple Qi was The Qi is divided into eight parts.”
Zhen Yuanzi said, when he talked about the death of his friend Hongyun, grief flashed in his heart.
"Haha, Hongyun didn't know the timing, and He should have fallen. If it weren't for him, Hongmeng Ziqi would have fallen into my hands long ago. At that time, I was only one step away from Hongmeng Ziqi, and it was Hongyun who stopped me from taking this step, and He should have fallen. "Kunpeng's cold voice came from the side.
Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly after hearing this.
"Hongyun's magical powers are not good. If he falls, can he blame me?"
Kunpeng continued to sneer.
"Zhen Yuanzi, if you want to stand up for Hongyun, I don't mind a few more dead souls under my Kunpeng sword."
Zhen Yuanzi glared at Kunpeng, but made no move.
He has friendship with Ancestor Hongyun, but the friendship has not returned to the point of offending the demon master Kunpeng.
Kunpeng is the Demon Master of Heavenly Court. If you want to attack Kunpeng, you should first consider whether you can defeat Heavenly Court.
Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi made no move, Kunpeng stopped provoking, closed his eyes and concentrated, waiting for Saint Hongjun to appear.
The nine-layered cloud reappeared in the hall, and Saint Hongjun stood high above the nine-layered cloud.
"This is the third sermon, and it is also my last sermon. It talks about the way to sanctification. How much you can understand is up to you! Here, I will first select six disciples who can inherit my inheritance. This time After the sermon, I will live in seclusion in the outer world and no longer interfere with the affairs of the past."
Hearing that Saint Hongjun was going to retire after his sermon, all the strong men in the hall were in an uproar. It took them a long time to accept this fact.
"May I ask the saint, who are the six disciples you selected?"
Saint Hongjun looked at Nuwa.
Nuwa had heard him preach twice, and this time was the third time. She was half a teacher, and could be regarded as his half disciple.
"The three registered disciples are Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jie Yin, and the three official disciples are Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian."
The palace exploded.
A group of powerful people almost asked why I wasn't there.
There were also many strong men who paid attention to Lin Fan, because it was Lin Fan who took out the futon first.
Kunpeng, who was sitting behind Zhunti and Jieyin, gritted his teeth.
He was just one step away.
One step away is the end of the world.
Zhunti and Jieyin were stunned when they heard the news, even though they had been mentally prepared.
"The Hongmeng Purple Qi is on them." A group of strong men realized it later.
"quiet!"
The saint's pressure spread, and everyone in the hall fell silent.
"The third sermon begins."
All the strong men hurriedly listened. Although many strong men would never be able to use the path to becoming a saint.
How many saints were there in the ancient world?
Even the path to quasi-sage may not be achieved by everyone.
Having quasi-sage skills does not mean that you can practice to quasi-sage.
Talent, opportunity, and luck are all indispensable!
Saint Hongjun began to speak, and the sound of the sermon sounded. He was talking about the great road of heaven and earth, the way to sainthood.
Everyone listened in ecstasy, but few could understand.
If you don’t have enough cultivation, you will only be looking at the flowers after listening to them.
The weaker your cultivation level, the farther you can see and the harder it is to distinguish.
Time passes in the sermon.
This time, Sage Hongjun only taught for three years.
Three years later, Saint Hongjun finished his sermon.
"I dare to ask the saint, can you become a saint without Hongmeng Purple Qi?"
A quasi-sage asked Hongjun.
"Difficult!" Taoist Hongjun said it was difficult, but in the ears of the powerful people, it sounded like it was possible.
The strong men's confidence increased greatly and they asked some questions.
Sage Hongjun patiently answered all the questions they raised.
After Saint Hongjun finished answering, the powerful men realized that they were no longer in Zixiao Palace.
"Farewell to Dao Ancestor!" Everyone saluted in the direction of Zixiao Palace.
"Your Majesty, where are they?"
After the salute was completed, a strong man with good eyesight discovered that the Six Saints were not here.
In Zixiao Palace, Taoist Hongjun brought the Six Saints to Fenbao Cliff to distribute the treasures.
"Those who are destined to get magic weapons can only get at most three." Taoist ancestor Hongjun reminded.
The Six Saints choose the magic weapon.
After the treasure division was over, the six people were also moved out of Zixiao Palace.
"If you don't become a saint, don't come to see me!"
Hongjun Daozu's voice came from the starry sky, and he couldn't tell from which direction it came.
"I will obey my master's orders!" Sanqing and Western Sages said respectfully.
Nuwa said there was no pressure because she was a saint.
"Haha, sister is a saint. She is the first to become a saint. You all have to call me senior sister." Nuwa clenched her little fists and looked at Sanqing and the others eagerly.
The saint's pressure spread, making it difficult for Sanqing and the others to move, and even their thoughts almost fell into silence under the pressure.
"What are the consequences of not calling?" Zhunti asked cautiously.
Nuwa didn't say anything, just picked up Zhunti and beat him violently.
Zhunti's cultivation level is only at the ninth level of quasi-sage, so how can he be the opponent of a saint?
Even if she showed up with a six-foot-long golden body and eight arms holding holy weapons and quasi-sacred weapons, she couldn't stop Nuwa's small fist.
Jie Yin also suffered.
The six innate treasures of pure bamboo were eclipsed by the mighty power of the saint.
The most powerful innate treasure is controlled by a saint. Without the control of a saint, the innate treasure is equivalent to a more powerful quasi-holy weapon.
In terms of power and hardness, it is inferior to the Holy Soldier.
Nuwa's fist fell, and immediately, the future Second Saint of the West had a bump on his head, which was in line with the image of the Buddha in later generations.
"Senior sister, don't fight, junior brother knows you are wrong." Zhunti decisively put down his dignity.
"What about you?" Nuwa smiled and looked at Sanqing.
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