Volume 3: The War between Liches and Emperor Haotian Chapter 230: Hongmeng Purple Qi seals the sainthood, each has his or her destiny in front of Fenbao Cliff
Taoist Hongjun accepted a disciple and gave him a treasure. The gods below were excited, envious, and looking forward to it.
Ignoring everyone's reaction, the ancestor made some calculations. After a moment, he looked at Nuwa in the first row, nodded slightly, and said: "Nuwa has an extraordinary destiny and is blessed with good luck. She will have great merits and great fortunes. But Be my disciple."[]
"Greetings to the Master!" Nuwa's eyes flashed with light and she hurriedly bowed down to pay homage.
Although the disciples who enter the family are not as good as the direct disciples, their status and status are not much different. In this vast world, there are hundreds of millions of monks, and no one disrespects them.
"This map of mountains and rivers and the innate red hydrangea are both top-quality innate spiritual treasures with extraordinary uses. You should use them with caution." As he spoke, the ancestor pointed his finger, and two rays of rays of light stopped on Nuwa's head.
The map of mountains and rivers, with mysterious light shining, contains the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, the power of the stars changes the mystery of the sea of ??stars, the mountains and rivers interpret the mysteries of the earth, the divine body of Nuwa seems to be wandering among the bright stars, following the changing laws of the heaven and earth, the soul and the divine body are both It seems to be integrated with heaven and earth.
"It turns out to be a vast world!" Countless powerful people looked stern, especially those from the Wu Clan, with a hidden murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
"The Mountains and Rivers State Map contains a lot of resources, and the resources are all owned by Nuwa. If they are used to fund a certain force, the consequences will be disastrous."
After accepting Nuwa as his disciple, the ancestor stopped talking, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be in trance. The cultivators were in a hurry, but they did not dare to speak.
The two sages from the West looked at each other, cried bitterly in unison, and fell to the ground: "My brothers and sisters are dedicated to the benefit of the West, and are not afraid of hardships and dangers. I hope that the Taoist ancestor will have mercy on the sentient beings in the West and accept us as his disciples."
Dong Huang and others sneered again and again, with disdain on their faces. The powerful officials from all sides frowned, and they were even more confused about the two wise men in the West. Even Haotian was surprised. Is this still the two wise men from the West whom I knew before?
Patriarch Hongjun sighed secretly, took a deep look at Zhunti and Jie Yin, and said: "You two have great perseverance and great wisdom. I happen to have a karmic relationship with the West, so you can name me as my disciples." .¡±
When the two heard this, they were overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly to express their gratitude.
Ancestor Hongjun once bet with Luohu three times to fight against the Western Bull Hezhou, causing great damage. It can be said that the current barren situation in the west is closely related to it. Although it is determined by the fate of heaven, every peck and every drink has its own destiny.
The Taoist ancestor stared at Taoist Zhunti. A colorful branch appeared in his hand, and he said: "The seven-treasure tree is born from heaven and earth. It has the same origin as you. It can be used to determine the four directions."
"Thank you, Master!" Taoist Zhunti tremblingly took the Seven Treasures Tree, placed it on top of his head, and bowed nine times to Taoist Ancestor.
"Jie Yin, you have great concentration, and your future achievements will be limitless. This twelve-grade golden lotus can help you suppress your luck." As he spoke, a golden lotus suddenly popped out from the center of the ancestor's eyebrows. It rose up in the wind and covered Jie Yin's whole body. .
Everyone in the audience took a breath of cold air, and the greed in the eyes of the monks who knew the origin of the twelfth-grade golden lotus was unmistakable.
When the remaining people in the first row saw the two sages from the West being accepted as disciples, their expressions kept changing. They immediately knelt on the ground and said, "The four of us are devoted to cultivating Taoism, and we hope that the teacher can also accept him as his disciples."
After looking at Donghuang Tai or four, Daozu returned a faint sentence: "Er and other fate."
Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Daozu turned his head and looked at Haotian and Yao beside him, and said: "The eight disciples are full, how can we accept more."
Dong Huang and others were dissatisfied, but they did not dare to show it and sat down again respectfully.
Seeing Hongjun closing his eyes and saying nothing, Emperor Jun was very anxious. Although he didn't want to be Hongjun's disciple, he wanted to lead the world and realize the Hunyuan Dao. Now that Hongjun has accepted a disciple, he will definitely not selflessly explain the Tao to everyone in the future.
¡°Teacher, how many saints are there?¡± Di Jun collected his thoughts and asked cautiously.
"Nine is the ultimate number and cannot be reached. There should be eight saints of heaven, and seven of them should come from Xuanmen."
When Emperor Jun heard that there were only seven people, his eyes passed over Sanqing and others, and he continued to ask, "Who can become a saint?"
At this time, all the monks gathered their energy and pricked up their ears. Ancestor Hongjun thought for a while, then with a big move, seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared out of thin air, and said: "Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhunti, accept me as my disciple, and if you are promoted, you can obtain the holy status."
After saying that, six rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi flew towards the six people respectively.
"This Hongmeng Purple Qi is the certificate of holy status and the opportunity to become enlightened. You may wish to understand it in your lifetime." Hongjun continued.
Sanqing and others were overjoyed, but the monks were shocked. They couldn't help but stare at the remaining Hongmeng Purple Qi in Patriarch Hongjun's hand.
Some monks realized that Hongjun¡¯s acceptance of disciples must also represent the holy status, and they couldn¡¯t help but turn their heads to look at Haotian and Yao, both of whom are also disciples of saints. But Haotian and Yao sat quietly cross-legged, their minds in silence, and continued to comprehend the great road, as ifEverything has nothing to do with it.
"Brother, why don't you ask the teacher for the Hongmeng Purple Qi?" Yao urgently sent a message to ask in his spiritual consciousness.
Haotian pondered for a moment, and the energy in the sea of ??consciousness surged, and he sighed: "Thousands of great ways can all be made holy. The way of the world is most afraid of restriction. If you become a way with Hongmeng Purple Qi and live under the way of heaven, you will never be able to go further."
Yao looked thoughtfully, took a deep look at Haotian, and then stopped paying attention to the external situation, completely immersing her mind in the world created by the colorful sacred stones, and tempering her spiritual thoughts.
Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun stared at the last ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi with daggers in their hearts. If they weren't afraid of Hongjun's strength, they would have gone out to snatch it away. It's okay for Hongjun to be above all living beings. After all, he has no fight with the world, but now there are six more saints. How can they accept it for such a tyrant?
If you don¡¯t become a saint, you will always be an ant. Without this last burst of Hongmeng Purple Qi, what would happen even if he unified the whole world, and would still be looked down upon by many people? This was something that Emperor Jun could not allow. He and Donghuang Taiyi secretly looked at each other, with a sneer on their lips.
But Kunpeng looked at Hongyun viciously. If he hadn't given up his seat, he wouldn't have been squeezed out of the first row and lost the opportunity to become a saint: Hongyun, it's best not to give you the last ball of Hongmeng Purple Qi, otherwise
Some people looked at Hongyun and felt sorry for him to give up the throne, but Hongyun was free and easy by nature and didn't care at all. Instead, Zhen Yuanzi, who was very interested, began to discuss Tao in a low voice. There are also some people who look at Haotian and his quasi-sage cultivation, but don't take him seriously, which is really strange.
"You will see for yourself." Hongjun didn't say much, and Hongmeng purple energy was thrown out casually, and it flew out quickly with a "swish".
The Hongmeng Purple Qi seems to have spirituality, flowing randomly on the heads of the monks, making everyone's heart beat faster. After a few rounds of Hongmeng Purple Qi, he suddenly accelerated and flew straight towards Haotian.
Haotian kept his eyes tightly closed, but a layer of purple-gold texture instantly condensed on the surface of his body, producing an earth-shattering aura of power. A circular wave of purple-gold light swept across the entire hall, and also lifted the Hongmeng purple energy away.
Although everyone didn¡¯t know why Haotian didn¡¯t want this unparalleled treasure, at this time, they still didn¡¯t understand what Ancestor Hongjun meant, and they all burst out with their own auras, hoping to be selected by the Hongmeng Purple Qi.