Chapter Seventy-Five: Hongjun is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is not Hongjun

Zhun Ti immediately looked at Hongjun with a sigh and said, "You will set up eight hundred side doors in the future, and you can also be holy." After speaking, he threw the two Hongmeng purple qi into the two Yuan Spirits of Zhun Ti and the two of them.

Hongmeng purple qi entered the body, and instantly a mysterious feeling came to his heart, and Zhun Ti said with great joy: "Thank you teacher, may the teacher have a boundless life." ”

At this time, there was still the last Hongmeng purple qi left in Hongjun's hand, and everyone immediately said: "I beg the teacher to give me this last purple qi!"

"Well, in that case, it's all up to fate. After speaking, he threw out this purple qi.

The purple qi spun around a few times in the air, submerging into the primordial spirit of the red cloud. The sudden happiness made Hongyun dizzy and smiled stupidly, while the other monks looked at Hongyun with a jealous expression, especially the Kunpeng looked at Hongyun with a strong murderous aura in his eyes: "Hongyun is that you made the ancestor lose his holy position and become a saint." ”

A strong murderous aura surged into his heart, and immediately he heard that this was a saint's dojo, and he gathered the murderous aura. At this time, Hongjun glanced at Kunpeng intentionally or unintentionally, and when Kunpeng saw it, cold sweat was dripping behind his back, and he secretly said in his heart Is this a saint?

"The Holy Throne has been divided, and I am about to join the way, so you can stay and watch the ceremony. Hongjun said.

When everyone heard this, they immediately sat down and looked at Hongjun, and watched how Hongjun was in harmony.

At this time, a distant vision came, but I saw that fairy flowers, golden lotus, and strange fragrance suddenly fell from the void, and there was a dragon chanting, and the sound of the phoenix came with a ballad: "Hongmeng first sentenced my husband, the god of three thousand laws to breed demons." Hundreds of millions of years of chaos, there are only three thousand demon gods. Throughout Pangu, the world is opened, and the infinite avenue is hidden in the chest. The three flowers on the top are wonderful, and the five qi in the chest change a lot. Others want to ask who I am? ”

But he is the first saint in heaven and earth, Yang Mei Saint.

After the three thousand monks saw the raised eyebrows, they got up to pay respects: "I have seen the saint with raised eyebrows, may the saint live a long life." ”

Raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No need to be polite. After saying that, the right hand was raised, and the monks only felt a soft force supporting them, and their bodies involuntarily stood up, and they sighed again in their hearts with the power of a saint.

"Why did Daoyou come this time?" Hongjun said.

"I heard that Taoist friends are about to join the Tao, so I have nothing to do to take a look. He raised his eyebrows and said.

Hongjun nodded when he heard this, and then his face was solemn, and a multicolored light wheel rose in his mind, holding the half of the Creation Artifact Creation Jade. I saw that in this Zixiao Palace, a vast heavenly power suddenly descended, pressing on the monks in an instant. These monks were shocked in their hearts and secretly said, "Is this the way of heaven? It's too powerful, and under this breath, it seems that they are not even as good as that ant." Seeing that the flick of his right hand instantly removed this coercion, the monks breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the raised eyebrows gratefully. I saw my eyebrows raised and looked at Hongjun who was on the high platform, and there was an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

I saw a **** suddenly rise behind Hongjun, **** brilliance flowed, exuding an inexplicable mysterious atmosphere, this is the heavenly Dao ****, for the heavenly Dao magic weapon.

I saw that at this time, the half of the creation jade slowly rose and floated above Hongjun's head, and at the same time, the colorful gold wheel behind Hongjun's head was also shining, and the heavenly Dao **** began to slowly contract with the colorful gold wheel behind Hongjun's head.

'Hum' sounded softly, and I saw that this heavenly **** was completely integrated with the golden wheel and the jade of creation behind Hongjun's head, and the light instantly disappeared into the back of Hongjun's head.

I saw Hongjun at this time, no. It should be the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao glanced indifferently at the three thousand monks in the audience, and deliberately stayed on the raised eyebrows for a while, with an inexplicable charm flashing in his eyes, and with a cold snort, his figure disappeared in an instant, but it was returned to the Heavenly Dao.

Raising his eyebrows, he sneered in his heart: "Hmph, is it heavenly? I want to have a good time with you." ”

It is that: Hongjun Zixiao is in the way of heaven, and Hongjun's name will never be restored.

Hongjun fit the Heavenly Dao and disappeared into the Zixiao Palace, and the three thousand Daoist monks were all immersed in the vast heavenly might, and from the moment the Heavenly Dao appeared, they deeply felt their own insignificance.

It wasn't until the Heavenly Dao disappeared that the vast Heavenly Majesty disappeared, and the three thousand monks slowly woke up, looking at Hongjun, who had already fitted the Heavenly Dao, and felt a lot in their hearts, and scattered one after another to their respective caves.

Yang Mei turned around silently, but he didn't say a word.

As a saint, Yang Mei has a very deep understanding of the Great Dao, and he can naturally understand Hongjun's choice to fit the Dao.

In line with the Dao, Yang Mei himself also has this opportunity, but he has always been free and easy, if he is to bow his head to the Heavenly Dao, it is really not easy.

The friend Hongjun, who can talk about wine, is no longer there, which makes Yang Mei a little stunned, thinking of another friend 10,000 years ago.

Towards the desolation, stepping on the five-colored auspicious clouds, the body of Zhou was shrouded in Ruiqi, the purple qi came from the east, the auspicious clouds burst, the visions were frequent, and he went straight towards a huge mountain range in the desolate continent, fell closer, scattered the auspicious clouds, down-to-earth, and watched the surrounding scenes.

"The last time I came was before the last tribulation, and now that the twelve ancestors have been born, I should plan for the future. ”

Yang Mei looked at this mountain range that seemed to have changed differently, the Pangu Great Array on the outer layer was still protecting the entire mountain range, and it was extremely safe to protect this mountain range with the Pangu Great Array.

"Who are you? How did you get here? ”

Yang Mei looked at the corner of his mouth with a smile, and saw a strong man with a fiery beard standing behind him, with his naked body muscles knotted, and a fire attribute power lurked in this body full of explosive power.

"Who are you?"

The strong man saw that Yang Mei didn't answer, but just looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't make an idea for a while.

"Zhu Rong?" Yang Mei said.

The strong man with the red beard was shocked, "How do you know my name, who you really are?" ”

Zhu Rong was a little surprised at the moment, their twelve ancestors had never been out of this mountain range, and people from the outside world should have no way of knowing, but the silver young man in front of him actually knew his identity, which made Zhu Rong's heart shocked, and he looked at Yang Mei vigilantly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Mei's mouth, Yang Mei may not have noticed it, he would smile from time to time now, and he no longer had the cold, cold feeling he had before, "I not only know your name, but also the name of the Twelve Ancestors and Witches you and others." ”

"What?" Zhu Rong was shocked in his heart, if this person knew his name, it would be fine, but he didn't expect this person to know the names of their twelve ancestors.