Chapter One Hundred and Two

In private, Hongjun was still urged by Luo Hu to change back to his true appearance. Without the vicissitudes of life when he preached, the purple-clothed young man stood in the Zixiao Palace, suddenly adding a touch of color to the already immortal palace.

Rahu hugged his waist from behind him, buried his head in his shoulder socket, there was no skin contact for three thousand years, and Rahu missed the breath on Hongjun's body.

Probably, the Chaos Vitality naturally attracts the Chaos Demon God.

Rahu tilted his head, "What are you going to do next?" ”

Hongjun held the hand he put on his waist, crossed his fingers, his fingertips were delicate, and there was more affection in the calm.

After becoming holy, he has fewer scruples about Rahu, and with enough strength, he can protect Rahu, and he can also let his children have a good environment, and they don't have to worry about becoming victims of the catastrophe.

"Raise prestige."

"It's easy, do you need me to give you an idea?"

"What's the idea?"

Hongjun already had a plan in his heart, and suddenly heard that Rahu also had a method, and he couldn't help but be curious.

Luo Hu chuckled a few times, bit his ear and said, "At present, the highest prestige is the two lich clans, if you want to quickly increase your prestige, you can step on them to take the position." ”

This idea coincides with Hongjun, and Hongjun can't help but sigh again that there is a heart between them, and it is surprisingly consistent to pit people.

Hongjun pointed to something: "I remember, Taiyi is your friend. ”

Rahu: "Yes. ”

Hongjun asked, "When the time comes, they come to beg you, what should you do?" ”

"Cold salad."

Rahu's eyes were narrow, and he said the result without heart or lungs.

On the bright side, it is true that he is the power enshrined by the demon clan, but Mount Meru has never participated in the battle of the lich and belongs to the neutral camp, and whether he wants to make a move or not depends on his interests. Even if Dijun and Taiyi come to ask him for help, he can still paddle.

"I don't need you to do anything." Hongjun didn't intend to put him in a dilemma, "I already have a way, and I won't hurt the two lich clans." ”

There was more curiosity in Rahu's eyes, and then he suddenly realized.

"You're not going to do that again......

"What do you mean?" Hongjun was interested, and before he could say it, did Luo Hu know what he was going to do?

Rahu didn't say it directly, but blew into his ear.

"Interrupting other people's highs/tides will be hated."

“……”

Hongjun's expressionless face is obviously a serious thing, but once it passes through Rahu's mouth, it sounds very dirty.

The two high-ranking members of the demon clan returned, and Di Jun soon discovered that their cultivation had grown terrifyingly, and they had actually reached the level of a first-class cultivator in the Flood Desolation!

In the late stage of Kunpeng Daluo Golden Immortal, the peak of Fuxi Daluo Golden Immortal!

3,000 years of listening to the sermon, the effect is terrifying!

To this day, Di Jun still can't believe it, "That great power has taught you the Tao for three thousand years? How? ”

Kunpeng trembled when he heard the word "preaching", such a psychological shadow exists in the heart of every cultivator, and it cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.

He looked at Fu Xi, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Fu Xi explained to Di Jun: "Your Majesty, this is indeed the case, when Hongjun's predecessors preached, none of us dared to leave temporarily, so we could only come back after listening to the sermon." ”

Di Jun knew in his heart, there must be people who couldn't stand the preaching, and it was estimated that the other party used some means to cause no one to dare to leave.

After listening to the process of Zixiao Palace's sermon in general, Di Jun asked a question that he and Taiyi were most concerned about.

"What kind of cultivation do you think Hongjun is?"

Fu Xi was dumbfounded.

Seeing that he was silent, Di Jun looked at Kunpeng, who shook his head, "I don't know, but that senior said that there is a quasi-saint above the Da Luo Jin Immortal, and during the listening to the sermon, the Taiqing Laozi in the Three Qings broke through to the quasi-saint, and then said a word-"

Di Jun chased after him and asked, "What words?" ”

Fu Xi's body trembled, and he realized what he had overlooked.

Kunpeng's tone was heavy, "Taiqing Yan, there are two people in Zixiao Palace who are quasi-holy, a purple-clothed young man named Liansheng, and the other is Yang Mei of Mount Meru. ”

Taiqing is so rooted, it is even later than them to break through!

The feng shui of this Mount Meru is so good!

Di Jun suddenly heard Yang Mei, and his eyes were in a trance. He had already guessed about Yang Mei's cultivation, but the moment he heard it with his own ears, he was still a little shocked.

Quasi-saint......

One day, I will reach it too.

After making up his mind, Di Jun's expression was about to smile, and his sharp mind had already thought of a terrible place. Taiqing only said that there were two people in Mount Meru who cultivated to reach the quasi-saint, above him, but did not say what kind of cultivation Hongjun was who opened the altar to preach.

In other words, Hongjun is above these three people!

What is above the quasi-saints?

He didn't know it, but a terrible feeling came over his face, making him almost unable to breathe, unable to bear the fact that he was a frog at the bottom of a well.

Fu Xi sighed: "It's me who ignored it, or Kunpeng Daoyou carefully." ”

Their attention was focused on the sermon and they were too little to be observed. When they reacted, they all understood Hongjun's horror.

Kunpeng didn't have the slightest pride, and his expression was stunned.

After experiencing this incident, who would dare to be proud, there were countless powers in Zixiao Palace, and even Fu Xi was forced to give up his position.

"It's hard work." Di Jun was not affected by their emotions, and after returning to his usual attitude, "Taiyi happens to be in retreat, and when he comes out, don't talk about other things, just talk to him about listening to the sermon." ”

After the two of them got down, they smiled and retired.

On the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Di Jun was silent alone, he wanted to go to Yang Mei to ask, but he realized the gap in cultivation, and he couldn't deceive himself anymore.

His strength is not enough, far from enough......

Da Luo Jin Immortal is a quasi-saint, and there is a realm above the quasi-saint, and if he continues to stagnate, he and Taiyi will be left behind by these people who listen to the sermon. The people of the demon clan can be strong, but the emperor of the demon clan must be the most powerful!

Di Jun's eyes sank, the next time he preached, he or Taiyi was going to go.

When the demon clan made up their minds, the Wu clan was also discussing the matter of listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace, and they didn't know as much as Di Jun, because as soon as Houtu came back, he covered his ears, blocked their nagging, and said haggardly: "Let me rest for a few days——"

Then Houtu slept in the dark, no longer caring about the outside affairs.

All the ancestral witches were dumbfounded.

I haven't seen Houtu for 3,000 years, how did Houtu become a lazy worm?

Changqin walked to Houtu's bedside, covered Aunt Houtu with a quilt sewn from animal skins, and brought a pillow to put behind Houtu's head to ensure that the woman could sleep peacefully.

None of the ancestors could match Changqin in terms of carefulness, and when they saw what he had done, they all turned their heads embarrassedly to discuss the matter.

Changqin heard Zhu Rong's loud voice, and said helplessly: "Father, go outside and talk." ”

As a junior, he swept these ancestors out of the house.

In the room, Houtu slept happily. It's not in vain that she loves Changqin so much, and at the critical time, Changqin understands what she lacks most now.

Outside the door, Zhu Rong said slumpedly: "Changqin has become fierce." ”

Di Jiang couldn't cry or laugh, "It's our fault, we shouldn't disturb her in the Houtu room, okay, go to my side to discuss things." ”

Taking these younger brothers and sisters away, Di Jiang's heart was relaxed.

After the return of the earth, the twelve heavenly gods representing the Wu clan are no longer short of people, and Changqin can be used as a separate combat force to fight, and there is no need to force into the battle.

Mount Meru, which had been silent for a long time, was also lively.

The little animals in the mountains and forests ran out to greet them, full of enthusiasm, and even the depressed Jieyin and Zhun Ti had a smile again. When Rensheng appeared, the cheers were even louder, and all the little animals liked this good-looking boy.

That natural goodwill can't be erased from the first meeting.

Garuda and Kong Xuan walked behind Liansheng, a group of three, like three brothers. Garuda kept yawning, his steps were vain, Kong Xuan put his hands behind the back of his head, his eyes were hazy, as if he could fall to the ground at any moment.

After arriving at the palace of Sumeru Palace, Liansheng empathized and said, "Go to sleep." ”

Garuda said bitterly: "I've overstayed it, and I can't sleep a little." ”

Kong Xuan simply lay on Garuda's back, and said coquettishly: "Brother carried me back, I can't walk." ”

Garuda was struck by his heart, "......"

Kong Xuan!

It's a foul!

Lian Sheng smiled gently, "Your relationship is still as good as ever. ”

Garuda naturally said: "Kong Xuan and I are twins, of course the relationship is good, will my brother stay in Sumeru Palace later and wait for the master to come back, or will he go out?" ”

Liansheng replied, "I'm going to rest too." ”

What do you travel...... It's better to wait until you've had enough sleep.

It's too tiring to listen to the sermon.

They chose to rest, and the summit of Mount Meru fell silent, a willow tree stuck in the deep pit before, the wicker hair wilted, and it looked equally listless.

Five days later, Rahu returned.

Finding that there was no sound on the top of the mountain, he walked to the willow tree and knocked on the tree pole, but the willow tree ignored him, still looking half-dead. Luo Hu sneered, "Is it so exaggerated? Not even if you are imprisoned for 3,000 years. ”

Yang Mei's complaining voice came, "This is more terrible than captivity." ”

Luo Hu disagreed, "Don't get cheap and sell well, although the effect of listening to the sermon is not so good for you, it also improves part of your state of mind." ”

"yes, it's improved." Yang Mei was weak, "Hongjun, this guy said so carefully, can I not improve?" It's just that I'm a little curious, and after talking about it for three thousand years, I talked about the way of the saint, and how long is he going to talk about the next quasi-saint peak and the realm of the saint? ”

Rahu asked rhetorically, "What do you say?" ”

Yang Mei said sadly: "Another three thousand years? ”

Rahu pulled down a willow stick and knitted a beautiful bow for him, "I'll tell you good news, maybe you won't be so miserable next time." ”

"What's the news?" Yang Mei became vigilant.

Luo Hu said with a devilish smile: "I have discussed with Hongjun that the next time he preaches, he will expand the scope and face the entire flood wilderness to preach for all sentient beings." ”

Yang Mei was completely stunned.

For all, for all beings, preach!

What a domineering thing this is!

Seeing his reaction, Luo Hu had a strange pride, "Preaching to you people, at most, is to cultivate a group of great powers, and the benefits of the flood are not great, but preaching to sentient beings is the real enlightenment to the world." ”

Benefit all sentient beings, enlighten all sentient beings!

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