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Tens of thousands of years after the catastrophe, the time for Patriarch Hongjun, the Saint of Hunyuan, to give his first sermon is quietly approaching.
??Outskirts of the chaotic space, outside the gate of Zixiao Palace, at the end of the Long Qi Luck Bridge, Haotian and Yao stand side by side, waiting for the great master who comes to listen to the sermon. Of the two, one is handsome and elegant, with a jade tree facing the wind, and the other is a naturally beautiful, graceful and graceful golden boy.
The long bridge of luck stretches from the Buzhou Mountains directly to the door of Zixiao Palace. The rich breath of creation almost penetrates into the universe, and the fragrant fragrance fills the heaven and earth.
Haotian did not expect that the first person to arrive at Zixiao Palace was Kunlun Sanqing. I have white beard and white hair, and I am wearing a Yin-Yang Taoist robe. Maybe because I passed through the barrier of the universe, my face is extremely rosy, and my breathing is disordered and uneven. The original Taoist and the Tongtian Taoist also each held spiritual treasures, and their chests were uneven.
Sanqing saw Haotian and the others at a glance and quickly greeted them with courtesy. Tongtian was straightforward and asked: "Fellow Taoist, I haven't seen you for many years. I wonder how many immortals there are in Zixiao Palace?"
Haotian smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, there is no one in the palace yet. Please take a seat first and wait for the other monks."
"In this case, we will enter the Zixiao Palace first, and after listening to the sermon, we can reminisce with our fellow Taoists!" The three of them went straight into the palace gate.
The moment Sanqing entered, Haotian's eyes flashed with light, and his heart stirred: As expected of Pangu's legacy, I am uniquely blessed by nature. I actually broke through to Daluo Juexian in such a short period of time. Tongtian and Yuanshi are also on the verge of breaking through.
Not long after the arrival of Sanqing, Nuwa's brother and sister arrived hand in hand. Perhaps because of their valuable treasures, the two did not pass the bridge of luck, but they did not show any signs of fatigue.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. My Taoist friend is already powerful in all directions, and his reputation has spread far and wide. I am very impressed by this poor Taoist!" Taoist Fuxi is a strong man with a resolute face and a cheerful personality.
"No, fellow Taoist, I'm overly praised, please!" Haotian smiled humbly.
Yao and Nuwa were on the side. After chatting politely for a few words, they also said goodbye temporarily.
After that, many immortals and gods arrived one after another through the Long Bridge of Luck, and Haotian and Yao received them one by one.
On this day, Haotian was explaining the secrets of the law to Yao. Ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and four figures appeared out of thin air.
"Brother!" The person who spoke was a young man in military uniform. He was looking at Haotian from a distance, with excitement on his face.
"Yuxuan!" Haotian laughed "haha" and recognized the person who was his sworn brother, the owner of the three islands of Yingzhou Island.
The other three are Old Man Tianyuan, Taoist Tiancheng, and a somewhat unexpected person from Haotian, Zekun!
"Zekun! Good boy, you have reached the realm of Daluo. How can you be with your wise brother?" Haotian patted Zekun on the shoulder with a happy face.
Back then, Zekun and Haotian had some conflicts because of the Nine Heavens and Earth Destroying Talisman. However, as time passed, and when they met again, that barrier had long since dissipated.
Without waiting for Zekun to answer, Yu Xuan on the side said in shock: "Brother, do you recognize your nephew? Zekun has ordinary qualifications, but he is kind-hearted and has great perseverance. Back then, Brother Tiancheng came to the mainland for training, but he was injured by Luohu's clone. Fortunately, this boy sacrificed his life for him. Save. After recovering from his injury, Zekun became a disciple of my elder brother, and he finally broke through to the Daluo realm not long ago."
"So that's it. It's a good opportunity for you to have Daluo Juexian as your teacher. Your future is limitless. I wish you all will gain something from this teacher's sermon. I also want to welcome other fellow Taoists here. If you can't reminisce about old times, please!" Haotian chuckled and made a "come in" gesture.
Taoist Tiancheng and Old Man Tianyuan nodded with smiles and stepped into Zixiao Palace. Seeing that no monks had come yet, Zekun and Yuxuan chatted with Haotian for a few more words before entering the hall and finding a seat to sit down.
In the outer hall of the courtyard of Zixiao Palace, there are three thousand futons, all of which are condensed with great magic power. They shine in the space and are very eye-catching. There are still a hundred years before the opening of the sermon, and there are still hundreds of futons that are not owned.
Time goes by, Haotian and Yao receive the ancient monks outside the palace gate, and a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.
"Junior sister, one year from now will be the time for Master to preach. Let's go and find out how many Taoist thrones are left?" One day, Haotian suddenly said.
"Good!" Yao nodded lightly and entered the Zixiao Palace with Haotian.
Most of the people in the palace were sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes and concentrating. Only a few monks were huddled together, as if they were discussing the art of divine passage.
When everyone saw Haotian and Yao entering, they immediately fell silent and each found a seat and sat down cross-legged. Haotian and Yao are disciples of ancestor Hongjun, and given their strong strength, everyone is still willing to give him a little favor.
Haotian and his two men came to the main seat in the hall together, looked around, and said: "Fellow Taoists, the teacher cares about all living beings and is here to preach. One year from now, it will be the time to preach."??Please wait quietly and don't cause trouble! "
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen monks in robes suddenly poured in outside the palace gate, all of them had ferocious looks. As they walked, their ferocious aura radiated in all directions.
Haotian frowned, just glanced at these monks lightly, and continued: "I provide some spiritual tea and spiritual fruits here. Fellow Taoists in need can raise their hands"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden threatening sound.
"Boy, why don't you give up these positions quickly? Don't you know the reputation of our God-killing organization!" The monk in robes who came in just now was not restless. He started arguing with others before he even sat down.
Although the monks were angry, they had no choice but to suppress their anger and prepare to give up their seats when they heard the name of God Killer.
"Wait!" Before the voice came, Haotian's figure had already appeared at the place of dispute.
"Do you have the jade talisman of creation?" Haotian looked calm and asked the few monks around him who dared to be angry but dared not speak.
"So that the seniors know that we are only early Daluo monks. If we don't have this talisman, how can we have the opportunity to come here?"
Hearing the words, Haotian nodded slightly and said: "Since this is an opportunity for you, there is no need to give up your seat, just sit down." Then he turned his head to the gods-killing cultivators, "It is your destiny to come here, and there is still room, please Go somewhere else!¡±
"Who do you think you are? My elder is a late-stage Daluo Jinxian monk. He wants this position. Who dares to stop him!" One of the gloomy-looking monks jumped out in a hurry, pointed at Haotian and cursed. After speaking, he also He laughed arrogantly.
With a smile on Haotian¡¯s face, a divine light flashed in his eyes, Da Luo Juexian¡¯s spiritual will suddenly burst into flames, filling the entire void.
That profound and vast, vast and mysterious spiritual will suppressed time and space, making the gods-killing people feel frightened and breathless. The monk who was arrogant and domineering just now had a bitter look on his face and was filled with regret. He never expected that a random person in Zixiao Palace would be so abnormally strong.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, the elders of the God-killing Organization quickly gathered everyone's strength to confront Haotian.
Before the battle, the two spiritual wills clashed in the void, and earth-shattering power exploded between heaven and earth. If the power is not controlled accurately, the remaining power can descend all around, explode the clouds, cause hurricanes, and swallow the sky and the earth.
Da Luo Jue Xian is the supreme among the immortals. His will is the power of heaven, and he overlooks everything in the heavens. The sky was light and the clouds were light, and there was no discomfort at all with his hands behind his back. On the other hand, the faces of the God-killing cultivators were earth-colored, with blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and large beads of sweat slowly sliding down their twisted faces.
At a certain moment, Haotian suddenly stretched out his left hand and pressed it down gently.
"Crack" sound sounded, the faces of the cultivators who killed the gods changed drastically, and their bones cracked.
The most powerful God-killing elder felt that he was enveloped by Qingtian's black hand. His whole body was cold, the chill of death, the vitality that froze his whole body, penetrated straight into his soul.
The god-killing elder turned his will and was about to activate the forbidden secret technique. Suddenly, a sharp spiritual attack came from the soul consciousness sea, instantly annihilating the main soul!
"Those who disrupt the order of Zixiao Palace will die!!"
The cold voice echoed throughout the world, the purple-gold lightning flashed in his eyes, and he pressed lightly with his left hand.
Click! boom!
Including the God-killing elder, the heads of more than a dozen robed monks exploded, their souls collapsed, and they died one after another.
In the clear wind and clouds, more than a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals were instantly killed and died inexplicably, which shocked the past and present.
The expressions of Lao Tzu and other Da Luo Jue Xian changed, "What a terrifying taboo power of the Yuan Shen. Without using any of the power of rules and true energy, more than a dozen Da Luo Jinxian were unable to fight back!"
At this moment, an exclamation came from outside the palace gate: "Fortunately, Daozu's sermon hasn't started yet, but I'm late!"
Everyone turned to look at the door, but they saw two thin middle-aged Taoists, with strong energy fluctuations emitting from their bodies.
"It turns out we are two Taoist friends from the West. Please take a seat quickly. The teacher will be here soon!" Haotian smiled "haha" and hurriedly greeted them and bowed their heads in greeting.
"These two Western sages are also people with profound fate. In just ten thousand years, they have reached the peak of Daluo. Judging from their situation, they are only half a step away from the realm of awakening immortals. They may break through at any time.
I saw Taoist Zhunti suddenly pulling Haotian's sleeve, with a sad look on his face, and said: "Brother Taoist, you also know our situation. After the great catastrophe, Xiniu Hezhou was desolate. My brothers and I asked with great concentration, pity all living beings, It is our eternal wish to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Great Dao by consuming mana to restore our spiritual veins, but we don¡¯t want to not even have a front row seat. It¡¯s true that God will not hurt you, and saints will not pity you.¡±
"If you are destined, you can attain Taoism anywhere, so why should fellow Taoists care too much about it." Haotian comforted him and raised his eyes to look at the front row.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?There are many powerful people, with Sanqing at the top, followed by Nuwa brother and sister, and then Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi, and Dijun, a total of ten people.
Taoist Hongyun saw that among the ten people, only he and Kunpeng did not have the strength of Daluo Jinxian at the peak. In addition, he admired the performance of the two western sages in the battle of Wuzhuangguan. He took the initiative to stand up and said: "Fellow Taoist, please come, I will go to the back. "
Hongyun stood up, Zhunti quickly sat down on the futon, and said to Hongyun: "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist, for being successful. The two of us owe you a favor. It has a destiny, and we will definitely help you!"
Kunpeng Taoist dominates Beihai. He thought that his strength was great, but he didn't expect that the vastness of the prehistoric era and the countless powers. With his late-stage Daluo Jinxian realm, he couldn't even be in the first row.
After Hongyun stood up and gave up his seat, Kunpeng continued to sit in the first row without shame. He glared at Hongyun with a sinister look, and then gave up his seat with a smile to welcome the Taoist.
"Hongyun, if you don't give up your seat, how can I be embarrassed? I will make it easier for you!" After Kunpeng sat down again, his eyes showed a fierce look, and Haotian happened to catch a glimpse of him.
"Kunpeng has resentment for no reason, and Hongyun has an inexplicable crisis." Haotian sighed softly in his heart, closed his eyes and waited for his ancestor to appear.
At a certain moment, there was a sudden coercion in the Zixiao Palace space, and vast power suddenly descended. Many golden flowers floated down from the sky, and a lotus platform appeared underground. Ethereal singing seemed to come from all directions:
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Beyond the dark and yellow world, I shall be the leader of the teachings. Pan Gu gave birth to Tai Chi, and the two rituals and four phenomena followed.
"One teaching is passed down to three friends, and two teachings are divided into sections." The leader of Xuanmen City transformed into Hongjun in one breath.
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