Chapter 213

As soon as the time for the sermon came, Hongjun leveled the flood with crushing combat power.

All beings are in despair.

Originally, they didn't care about themselves, thinking that if the two Lich Clans continued to fight, they could knock over the matter of the third opening of the altar and preaching in Zixiao Palace, but the cruel truth broke their small expectations, and the two clans were forced to stop fighting.

What does it mean to stop fighting for 10,000 years......

Is it going to be as long as the third sermon to be 10,000 years?

Tongtian couldn't hide his fear, "Grandpa, what's wrong with Hongjun's seniors?" Will it take 3,000 years for the first sermon, 5,000 years for the second sermon, and 10,000 years for the third sermon? ”

Luo Hu said in the tone of a passerby: "Don't worry so much about time. ”

Tongtian: "......"

Lao Tzu coughed dryly, "Grandpa." ”

Luo Hu looked at him, and Lao Tzu asked euphemistically: "Is it that in the eyes of you and Hongjun's predecessors, ten thousand years is not a long time, and you are used to it?" ”

Rahu said a word that they could comprehend on their own, and then drifted away.

"Chaos doesn't count years."

A long time ago, the flood was not born, chaos encompassed the entire world, and the chaos demon god born in chaos never had a concept of time.

Compared to Hongjun, Rahu, who always gets bored, is the outlier among the Chaos Demon Gods. Because he has memories of his past life, he understands that it is an extreme waste of life to not do anything in a lot of time.

Walking down Kunlun Mountain, Luo Hu heard wails everywhere in the desolate continent.

In the sky, several meteor-like rainbow lights flashed, and some determined monks began to rush to Zixiao Palace, preparing for the third hell-level sermon.

Well, the flood does not yet have the word "hell".

Rahu's eyes rolled slightly, and he turned his head and went to the Netherworld Blood Sea. Seeing the Netherworld Blood Sea again, he unexpectedly found a large number of black souls, the sea and the clouds were dyed with a gloomy color, and it seemed that this place had become a place for ghosts.

He took a deep breath and was refreshed, "Tsk, what a sin." ”

This kind of place, full of resentment and sin, was his favorite place.

It's a pity that it can't be absorbed.

Rahu looked at the countless souls, and his figure vanished, no longer looking at the delicacies that he couldn't eat.

Even he, without hindering the preaching, would not go to the death of the other party for no reason. In the future, when the earth preaches and the underworld appears, these souls will no longer wander in the wilderness, but will truly have the possibility of reincarnation.

Great merit is nothing more than that.

But with such a great merit, he didn't want to touch it at all-

It's too costly.

When he arrived at Mount Meru, Rahu went to the palace to check and make sure that the naughty children had gone thirty-three days away, and then he walked out of the temple gate and kicked on the willow tree. The willow tree swayed its willow leaves, and seemed to be delicate and frail, ready to be kicked down by him at any time.

Luo Hu was surprised: "You haven't left yet?" ”

Yang Mei peeked a head out of the trunk of the tree and stared curiously at Rahu.

"You look okay?"

"What do you mean...... Luo Hu didn't react, and then found that Yang Mei looked at his stomach, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes.

Yang Mei understood, smacked his tongue and said, "It's really a lie." ”

Luo Hu was made angry by him, "What does it have to do with you whether I am born or not, don't look like you are my man." ”

The willow tree disappeared out of thin air, avoiding the risk of being kicked by Rahu for a second time, and Yang Mei, who fell in place, sighed: "I thought I could take a look at your child before going to hear the sermon." ”

Luo Hu smiled, "Are you afraid it's too late?" ”

Yang Mei admitted in a nostalgic tone: "There is a point, I always hope to be able to see the birth of that child with my own eyes and see the continuation of the Chaos Demon God." ”

"Garuda and Kong Xuan are also descendants of the Chaos Demon God."

"Their bloodlines are not pure, and they have not inherited the talent that the Chaos Demon God should have."

"You dislike the way of heaven?"

“……”

Yang Mei was dumbfounded by Rahu.

If he said this, he would probably be wearing small shoes by Tiandao.

Rahu waved his hand, "Okay, I know what you mean, hurry up and listen to me, I won't let you miss the opportunity to see the child." ”

Yang Mei walked away.

Thirty-three days later, Hongjun in Zixiao Palace was facing a serious problem.

The third time the sermon was heard, a record low.

No one from the Wicans came.

No one from the demon clan came.

Most of the Honghuang monks would rather wait in the Honghuang to listen to the "ordinary version" of the sermon than go to Zixiao Palace and listen to Hongjun talk about the "elite version" of the sermon face to face.

For this matter, Tiandao made a special trip to talk to Hongjun and asked Hongjun not to open the altar to preach like this. Compared with the previous two sermons, the third sermon is particularly important, and according to Tiandao and Hongjun's predictions, this time there will be at least five quasi-saints.

Many of the great powers of the Great Luo Golden Immortal have reached the critical point of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and they only need to accumulate and realize the Dao to break through, and the Heavenly Dao does not want Hongjun to miss this opportunity to earn merit.

Hongjun groaned, "There is still time. ”

Each time, the dojo of Zixiao Palace would wait for several months, so that those Honghuang monks who were struggling could arrive at Zixiao Palace in time.

It doesn't matter if there are few people at the beginning, just make up the number of heads later.

After discussing the specific amount, Hongjun cut off the connection with the Heavenly Dao, and used the saint's unimaginable ability to urge the Honghuang monks to come thirty-three days away.

As the saying goes, seeing each other is fate, and listening to the sermon is fate.

Anyone who has heard his way owes him a cause and effect, and has given him a share of the merits accumulated in the name of the heavenly way.

In addition, these people can be regarded as half of Hongjun's disciples.

The teacher is invited, how can the apprentice refuse!

Hongjun said gently: "The sermon is about to begin, and the listeners are coming quickly. ”

Under Hongjun's cold gaze, these Honghuang monks, who didn't want to move at all, stood up one by one with pale faces and flew into the sky. Their figures are like meteors flying into the sky, with indescribable grandeur and sadness.

Rahu stood at the top of the mountain, his hands blocking the sun, and looked up at the sky.

"What a beautiful shooting star."

The monks who flew away thirty-three days ago were just fleeting meteors in his eyes.

If you don't know the way of tomorrow and don't know the future, it will be difficult for a monk who lacks self-motivation to go to the back after all. Even if you have heard the sermons of Zixiao Palace, there are only a handful of people who will be remembered by history in the future, and they are the pride of the times.

When the number of people was enough, Hongjun closed his eyes and continued where he had left his last sermon.

"Above the Da Luo Jin Immortal is the quasi-saint realm, the avenue is three thousand, and there are countless ways to achieve the quasi-saint, and its □□ virtue and luck are particularly important......

Except for Liansheng and Yang Mei staring at the wall in a daze, and Lao Tzu closing his eyes to recuperate, several people on the futon listened to Hongjun's nagging seriously. They were very close to the quasi-saints, and listening to Hongjun's words, their hearts were greatly touched.

Zhun Ti listened thoughtfully while looking enviously at a few people in a daze. If it weren't for the fact that he had already reached the quasi-saint realm and knew everything about the quasi-saint realm, no one would dare to be distracted at this time.

Although he has the help of the dream world and has realized the power of a saint once, he lacks the experience of stepping up step by step, and in the real world, he is still at the same starting point as other desolate powers.

Zhun Ti secretly glanced at Yuan Shi and Tongtian.

These two people are similar in cultivation to him, and it can be said that they are both staying at the peak of Da Luo Jin Immortal.

He calmed down and continued to listen intently to the sermon of Hongjun's senior. Being able to be in the same realm as Yuan Shi and Tongtian was something he couldn't have imagined before.

There was a difference in this sermon, Hongjun would stop and ask them, "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me." ”

People inside and outside Zixiao Palace looked at him in surprise.

But everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but you don't dare to be the first to speak. Yang Mei couldn't help but laugh secretly, as Hongjun's acquaintance, he took it upon himself to help round the field: "May I ask what kind of person can achieve quasi-sainthood, and what kind of person can't achieve quasi-sainthood?" ”

Hongjun glanced at him and said indifferently: "Those who are damaged by the Yuan Shen can't do it, those who have too much cause and effect can't do it, those who don't have a good state of mind, and those who don't have a Dao heart, it's not okay." ”

In just a few words, he said the high requirements of the quasi-saint realm.

Yang Mei asked rhetorically: "Listening to you say this, then why can the ancestor of the Wu clan obtain a power comparable to that of a quasi-saint?" ”

Hongjun said: "They rely on *, they can have the mana of the quasi-saint, but they can only stop at the quasi-saint, and they can't break through unless they have a big chance." ”

The question and answer were so fluid that one wondered if they had answered it beforehand. Fortunately, the Honghuang monks were very simple at this time, and they pondered the meaning of these words.

The Wu clan stopped at the quasi-saint?

Sounds a bit miserable, but it looks like the demon clan is going to win......

Yang Mei asked with great interest: "What does great opportunity refer to?" ”

He found that asking things at this time can squeeze out a lot of secrets that he doesn't know, and the opportunity is not to be missed!

Hongjun didn't want to answer, but there were people listening with bated breath.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation."

The simple five words inexplicably give people a terrifying feeling.

Yang Mei's pupils also shrank, and he recalled that Luo Hu occasionally said something that leaked out of his mouth, "Originally, there was a greater merit than the creation of living beings, but it was related to reincarnation, and it was not suitable for you." ”

Unhappy?

Are there any requirements for these six reincarnation platforms?

It's a pity that no matter how many people watch, Hongjun doesn't plan to say any more. The Six Dao Reincarnation Platform is a treasure that has not yet been born, and if he talks too much, it will inevitably hinder the future arrangements of the Heavenly Dao, so he brushed this matter aside, "Okay, since you have no problem, I will talk to you about the several realms of quasi-sainthood for you." ”

Outside the Zixiao Palace, several monks who had been bought by the Wu Clan lowered their heads and exchanged glances with each other, deciding to relay the big news to the Wu Clan after listening to the sermon. 166 Reading Network