Hongjun Daozu received the disciples and gave them treasures. The gods below were excited, envious of them, and hoped that they would be there.

Ignoring everyone's reaction, the ancestor calculated lightly. After a while, he looked at Nuwa in the first row, nodded slightly, and said, "Nuwa's fate is extraordinary, and her luck will bring great merits and great fortunes. It can be my disciple."[]

"Greetings to Master!" Nuwa's eyes appeared and she hurriedly bowed down and greeted her.

Although the disciples who entered the house were not as good as those who passed on their own, their status was not much different. In such a vast vast world, hundreds of millions of monks were respected by everyone.

"This map of mountains, rivers, society and the innate red hydrangea are both the best innate spiritual treasures, and they are of extraordinary use. Please be careful to use them." As he spoke, the ancestor bent his fingers and two rays of light stopped above Nuwa's head.

The map of mountains, rivers, and country, with mysterious lights flashing, with sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and mountains, stars, and the mystery of the star power, and mountains and rivers interpret the mystery of the earth. The body of the Nuwa seems to wander among the brilliant stars. Following the laws of the changes of the heaven and earth, the soul and the divine body seem to be integrated into one with the heaven and earth.

"It turned out to be a vast world!", countless powerful people looked shaking, especially the powerful witch clan, with a hidden murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

The map of mountains, rivers and the country contains a vast number of resources, and all the resources are owned by Nuwa. If they are used to fund a certain force, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After accepting the disciple Nuwa, the ancestor stopped talking, his eyes closed slightly, as if he had entered into meditation. The cultivators were very anxious, but they did not dare to speak.

The two Western sages looked at each other, cried in unison, and fell to the ground: "My brothers and sisters are dedicated to seeking blessings for the West, not afraid of hardships or dangers. I hope that the ancestor of Dao is sympathetic to the Western sentient beings and accept us as disciples."

Donghuang and others sneered repeatedly, with disdain on their faces. The powerful people from all sides frowned and were even more puzzled by the Western Sages. Even Haotian was surprised. Is this still the Western Sages I knew before?

Old Ancestor Hongjun sighed inwardly, looked at Zhunti and Jie Yin deeply, and said, "You two have great perseverance and wisdom. I have a certain cause and effect with the West. Let's register my disciples."

When the two heard this, they were overjoyed and kowtowed and thanked each other.

The ancestor Hongjun once bet with Luohu three times to fight against Xiniu Hezhou, causing great damage. It can be said that the current barren situation in the west is closely related to it. Although it is due to days, every pecking and drinking is a certain number.

Taoist ancestor stared at Taoist Zhunti, and a colorful branch appeared in his hand, colorful and gorgeous, and said, "The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was born in heaven and earth, everything is brushed, it has the same origin as you, and can be used to determine the four directions."

"Thank you, Master!" Zhunti Taoist took the Seven Treasures Tree with trembling, placed it on his head, and bowed to the Taoist Ancestor Jiu.

"You have great concentration, and your future achievements are limitless. These twelve-grade golden lotus can help you suppress your luck." As he spoke, a golden lotus suddenly popped out of the ancestor's eyebrows, rising in the wind, covering Qiong's whole body.

Everyone in the audience took a breath of cold air. The monk who knew the origin of the twelve-grade golden lotus was undoubtedly full of greed in his eyes.

The remaining people in the first row saw that the two Western sages were accepted as disciples, and their expressions changed constantly. They knelt down and bowed to the ground, saying, "We and the four of us devoted ourselves to practicing Taoism, and hope that the teacher can also accept it as disciples."

After looking at the four Donghuang Taiyi and the four people, Daozu replied indifferently: "You have your own 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 they be taken away again?"

Donghuang and others were dissatisfied, but they did not dare to show it and sat down again respectfully.

Seeing Hongjun closing his eyes and not speaking, Di Jun was very anxious. Although he didn't want to be Hongjun's disciple, he wanted to rule the world and prove the truth. Now that Hongjun has taken in disciples, he will definitely not selflessly explain the great way to everyone in the future.

"Teacher, do you have any questions?" Di Jun sorted out his thoughts and asked carefully.

"Nine is the ultimate number, and it is not reachable. There should be eight saints of heavenly way, and seven should be under the Xuanmen."

When Di Jun heard this, there were only seven people, his eyes passed by Sanqing and others, and continued to ask, "Who can become a saint?"

At this time, the monks also gathered their spirits and pricked their ears. The ancestor Hongjun thought for a while, and with a big move, seven Hongmeng purple auras appeared out of thin air, and said, "Three Qingshu, Nuwa, and Cunti, are my disciples, and I will be given the holy position."

After saying that, the six Hongmeng purple auras flew towards the six people respectively.

"This Hongmeng purple qi is a certificate of the holy position, and the opportunity to achieve enlightenment is good for you." Hongjun continued.

Sanqing and others were overjoyed, but the monks were shocked and couldn't help but stare at the remaining Hongmeng purple aura in the hands of the ancestor Hongjun.

Some monks reacted that Hongjun's disciples must have represented the saint position. They all turned to look at Haotian and Yao, who were also disciples of the saints. However, Haotian and Yao sat quietly, their minds were silent, and their minds continued to comprehend the great way, as if everything had nothing to do with it.

"Senior brother, why don't you ask the teacher for Hongmeng Purple Qi?" Yao sent a message in his spiritual sense and asked urgently.

Haotian pondered for a moment, and the energy in the sea of ​​consciousness surged, sighed: "All thousands of great ways can be saints. The way of the world is most afraid of constraints. If you achieve enlightenment with the purple qi of Hongmeng and live under the heavenly way, you will never go further."

Yao thoughtful, looked at Haotian deeply, then ignored the external situation, completely immersed his mind into the world created by the five-colored divine stone, and tempered his divine thoughts.

Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun were like a knife in their hearts, staring at the last Hongmeng purple aura. If they weren't afraid of Hongjun's strength, they would have taken it directly to seize it. It would have been fine if Hongjun was above all living beings. After all, he was not in the world, but now there are six more saints, so how can they accept it?

If he is not a saint, he will be an ant after all. If he cannot get the last ray of Hongmeng purple aura, what can he do if he is unified in the prehistoric world? It is still looked down upon by many people. This is something that Di Jun must not allow. He and Donghuang Taiyi looked at each other secretly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But Kunpeng looked at Hongyun sinisterly. 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 it to you the last ball of Hongmeng purple aura, otherwise...

Some people looked at Hongyun and felt sorry for giving up his position, but Hongyun was free and easy by nature and didn't care at all. Instead, Zhen Yuanzi, who was excited, quietly started to speak up. Some people looked at Haotian, but did not pay attention to the cultivation level of quasi-saints, which was really strange.

"You can see the fate yourself." Hongjun didn't say much, and the Hongmeng purple air was thrown out casually and flew out quickly with a "swish".

The Hongmeng purple aura seemed to have spirituality, and it was scattered around the heads of the monks, making everyone's heart beat faster. After a few rounds, the Hongmeng purple aura accelerated suddenly and flew straight towards Haotian.

Haotian always closed his eyes, but a layer of purple gold texture instantly condensed on the surface of his body, creating a shocking power momentum. A circular wave of purple gold light rushed across the hall and also lifted the purple air of Hongmeng flying.

Although everyone didn't know why Haotian didn't want this treasure, they didn't understand what the ancestor Hongjun meant at this time, and they all burst out their own aura, hoping to be selected by Hongmeng Purple Qi.


Chapter completed!