Since we were in a saint's dojo, it was not easy for the gods to fight. No one used magic weapons or used magical powers. They all crowded towards the three small futons.

Among the crowd, Chiyang knew that it would be Sanqing who sat on the futon.

It was decided by Hongjun.

If there are a few more futons and there is still room for maneuver, there are only three futons, and it will definitely be Sanqing.

First, the Supreme Being sat on the first futon.

With Zhen Yuanzi's full help, Hongyun was about to sit on the second futon, but his foot slipped and he missed the opportunity. Yuanshi sat on it.

Under the cover of Fuxi, Nuwa even touched the third futon, but the person sitting on it was Taoist Tongtian.

Sure enough, Pangu Zongzong's Sanqing sat on the futon.

Chiyang helped Kunpeng, but Kunpeng still couldn't sit on the futon.

Seeing that all three small futons were occupied, the gods could only stand helplessly.

No one has the nerve to sit on that big futon.

As soon as he sat on the futon, Sanqing's expression changed slightly, as if he felt something, but he didn't say anything.

Chiyang noticed the subtle changes in Sanqing's expression after sitting on the futon, but he knew it well.

The futon under Sanqing's body must be connected with Hongjun's saintly path.

Sitting on the futon that communicates with Saint Hongjun and listening to the sermon, need we say more about the effect?

It was more than seven hundred years before Hongjun preached.

The time of Zixiao Palace is synchronized with that of the ancient world.

In other words, one day in the prehistoric world is one year in the Zixiao Palace.

For the gods in Zixiao Palace, more than seven hundred years is a short period of time.

The lowest level of cultivation present was Taiyi level, and they often stayed in seclusion for hundreds of years.

There are even hundreds of years that have passed since the divine took a nap.

Decades later, seven ancestral witches came to Zixiao Palace. Panhu did not come, but Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gou Mang, She Bi Shi, Xuan Ming and Hou Tu came to listen to the sermon.

A few years later, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi came to Zixiao Palace together.

A dozen years later, the Western trio also arrived.

Afterwards, Prince Dong, Haotian, Taoist Ran Deng...

The steady river Styx has come.

At this time, Styx reduces its presence in the crowd.

More than 700 years passed in a flash, and more than 1,600 people came to Zixiao Palace.

At this time, Hongjun also appeared on the big futon, scanning the gods with his eyes, and paused for a moment on Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and the seven ancestral witches.

Seeing Hongjun's gaze, even Sanqing felt that all the secrets were exposed.

When Daluo Jinxian looked at Hongjun, he saw Hongjun's appearance clearly, but once he looked away, he couldn't remember Hongjun's appearance.

Is this a saint?

horrible!

Most of the saints present showed a little more respect for the saint.

"The heavens have determined that the poor Taoist preached three times, each time for three thousand years."

"From now on, the seats will remain the same." As he said that, Hongjun glanced at Sanqing.

If it were not for Hongjun's internal decision, Sanqing might not be able to win the seat.

If you think that being able to get a seat in Sanqing is due to strength or luck, it is not necessarily the case. The key is Hongjun's will.

Hongjun said it's okay, it's okay if it's not possible, it's okay if it's said no, it's okay and it's not possible.

This is Hongjun's dojo. Whether there are seats depends on Hongjun.

If Hongjun hadn't given Hunwu three beams of Hongmeng purple energy, there would have been three more seats.

Then, Hongjun began to preach.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, the projection of heaven appeared.

When a saint preaches under the projection of heaven, he is accompanied by visions, which are visions of heaven.

In fact, Hongjun can also evolve various visions with his great magic power and Hunyuan Dao Fruit, but they are not as mysterious as the visions of heaven.

Hongjun's way is the way of immortality.

The mysterious and mysterious voice of heaven came out from Hongjun's mouth, the fairy light opened up, filled the ground with mist, and a strange fragrance hit his nostrils.

There are flowers falling from the sky, and golden lotuses sprouting from the ground.

"The divine light in the cave sky returns to the dark, the path is full of emptiness, it comes and goes invisible, hidden in the sky and hidden in the earth, flowing around without life, suddenly ascending to the sky..."

"...before the first Qi is born, the sky is not clear, the stagnation is not clear, the water is endless, the chaos is too empty, the sweat has been flowing for more than seven thousand kalpas, the mysterious scene has begun to separate, and the nine Qi exist!"

"...Be aware of what is happening before it happens, and look into the realm of the extreme heavens. There is nothing you can't see, nothing above that you can't care about, and nothing below that you can't look forward to..."

…

Listening to Hongjun's sermon, many saints looked disappointed.

Many Dharma methods can be learned from Hongjun’s sermons, and almost all of Hongjun’s Dharma methods have been spread throughout history.

It's like publishing all the textbooks from primary school to university, but now we are talking slowly about primary school textbooks, which is very disappointing.

However, what can Hongjun do? Directly talk about the Hunyuan Dao Fruit?

Hongjun wanted to pass on his system, and of course he had to do it step by step, from the shallower to the deeper.
Chapter completed!