Chapter Two Hundred and Eight

With Hongjun's good beginning, Rahu had a lot of fun after falling asleep. He is a big devil himself, and he is completely good at playing with people's hearts and torturing their hearts.

With the "cooperation" of the two of them, a brutal sermon continued. The most painful thing is the Wu clan, from the famous ancestral witch to the ordinary Wu people, all of them are confused, their eyes are empty, as if they have lost hope in the whole world.

The Wu clan can't understand the sermon, and they don't want to hear it from the bottom of their hearts.

They pride themselves on their strength.

This resistance was stronger than that of any other race, resulting in the almost total annihilation of the Wu Clan, and the dying wails were often heard from the bottom of the mountain.

The only thing that interested Changqin was Changqin, but Changqin looked at the bleak uncles and aunts around him, and swallowed his words silently.

At this time, don't mention the "Tao".

As soon as the idea came to mind, Changqin heard the always gentle Aunt Houtu shouting, "I can't stand it, which of you will knock me out!" ”

As a victim of a second hearing, she was in a somewhat insane state of mind.

Xuan Ming hurriedly grabbed her, "Sister! ”

Hearing Houtu's words, Zhu Rong collapsed and said, "It's useless to sleep!" ”

"I can hear that chattery sermon in my dreams! I don't want to live anymore - "The co-worker's hair was like a mad lion, and he hit his head against the wall, and there were several more deep pits in the wall. The other ancestors didn't stop him, and sat on the ground in a trance.

All the twelve ancestors were "killed" under the hearing of the sermon.

Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Beishu, Jumang, Houtu, Tianwu, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Xizi, Haobi Corpse, and Candle Jiuyin have only one idea for Hongjun.

[Who can shut up that chatterbox!] 】

The witch clan was miserable, and the monks of the demon clan camp couldn't help but laugh when they saw those sluggish witch clans. Although I don't feel good, but the Wu clan is even more pitiful!

Nine Heavens, Heavenly Court.

On the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Taiyi was knocking around with his Donghuang Bell, wanting to rely on the sound of the Donghuang Bell to shake away those sounds.

The waves in the air race layer after layer.

In the end, Di Jun said with a headache: "Stop, Taiyi." ”

Taiyi put the Donghuang Bell into his sleeve, and said with a tangled face: "Big brother, I never thought that listening to the Tao could be a painful thing. ”

The top ten demon marshals who have the same idea as him are all related below.

Bai Ze was in the middle of it, covering his face with a fan.

He didn't want to admit it...... The man who preached in one breath for thousands of years was his essence.

Hongjun's realm is high, but obviously he has not lit up the skills of "being a teacher" for so many years. After Rahu's distortion, Hongjun's definition of a good teacher has become simple and crude - a good teacher is the one who can make the apprentice powerful and respect the master!

I heard that Hongjun had prepared a lot of magic weapons to send to his future disciples after the third sermon.

Bai Ze can already imagine the picture at that time.

#这里有一个大土豪啊! #

"Bai Ze."

"Shirasawa ......"

Kunpeng stabbed Bai Ze on the shoulder, Bai Ze woke up, pulled out of his train of thought, and looked up at Di Jun, who was ignored by himself.

Di Jun looked at this deserted guy coldly.

Bai Ze coughed dryly, "Your Majesty, I was obsessed with enlightenment just now...... Accidentally ignoring the outside world. ”

Emperor Jun hehe.

The demon handsome who was with Bai Ze's colleagues snickered, and he was about to be driven crazy by listening to the sermon, who would dare to say enlightenment in this situation!

The resentment in the Heavenly Court was overflowing, and every once in a while, the formation became thicker, hoping to use this to block the Dao sound from thirty-three days away. The formations enveloped the Heavenly Court layer upon layer, but the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the center was still preaching.

It was as if they were in the Zixiao Palace, listening to the avenue from the mouth of the elder.

Dijun's ears were ringing.

Hearing Fu Xi and Kunpeng talk about Zixiao Palace before, he didn't pay too much attention to it, thinking that these two people had no concentration.

But when it happened, it was too late.

The sound of a nightmare is transmitted in everyone's ears, in their hearts, and ...... In dreams. Whether it is real or unreal, all of them are within the scope of Hongjun's preaching, fully allowing the sentient beings in the wilderness to feel the fear of preaching.

Five hundred years is a short ......

A thousand years is just the beginning......

Three thousand years is a transition, and then the path of quasi-holiness will be discussed.

Flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, and 5,000 years are like the end of years...... Let those monks who live with the sun and the moon be sluggish like a bottle of stone statues.

Time hangs heavy on one's hands.

They never thought about it...... Time will stretch so long.

Rahu lay down in the depths of the clouds, his black hair like ink, and a few strands were pressed under his arms. He hooked his fingertips with interest, touching the ubiquitous karma. In order to make these impatient fellows listen carefully, he used all kinds of mourning methods to help.

After 5,000 years, karma gushes in.

The entire flood wilderness was black and oppressive in his sight.

Rahu's lips opened, and the powerful suction force caused the twisted and dark karma to turn into a black line and fly into his mouth, becoming a sweet and delicious food.

These things that others avoid are his best nutrition.

His hand pressed on his abdomen, "I don't know if you will follow me or Hongjun after you are born...... Although the Dao Demon is essentially the same, it will always be more difficult to choose my Dao, and whoever makes this world advocate that evil is still invincible to good. ”

"However, no matter which path you choose, I will watch until the end, Zixiao Palace and Mount Meru are your retreat."

As he said these presumptuous words, his eyes softened.

Like water and dreams.

Rahu, who has a temper like a flame, can also wrap his fingers around the tenderness, so that the coldest people in the world are moved by him and have a heart.

He got up and walked towards Zixiao Palace.

Before he arrived at the dojo, Luo Hu heard Hongjun's closing remarks that had not been finished for an hour.

"The quasi-saint reaching the peak is just the beginning, the difference in the realm seems to be subtle, but in fact the difference is huge, if you take the road of beheading three corpses, then beheading one corpse, beheading two corpses, and beheading three corpses are three realms, which represent the ...... of beheading good and evil, obsession, etc."

Passing by those who looked like walking dead, Rahu smiled.

The further you go, the stronger the monk becomes.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace at the front, he saw a group of people with a dull tone, as if they had faded. Liansheng's eyes were blank, Sanqing closed his eyes with a weak breath, Yang Mei maintained a fake smile, and his eyes looked at the void and wandered.

The head of the guide and Zhun Ti was almost down to his chest, and his clothes were in tatters, and there was no cloth to protect them for five thousand years.

He looked at the monks who had no futons and were sitting in the corners.

The Styx Ancestor, who had a grudge against him, had entered a state of dementia, holding his two non-causal swords, as if he was thinking about whether to go up and stab Hongjun to death.

This thinking will be sustained until death-

Because he didn't dare to do it.

On Zhen Yuanzi's side, seeing Hongyun sleepy again, he secretly handed the other party a ginseng fruit.

Hongyun was overjoyed, and carefully took a bite of the ginseng fruit in his sleeve, the taste of the ginseng fruit stimulates the taste buds, moisturizes the Yuan Shen and *, the coolness brought by this spiritual root can probably last for a few years of sobriety.

I hope to survive until the end of Hongjun's predecessors - a complete end!

Standing outside the hall and watching for a moment, Rahu recalled the paper cranes that were staggering over, and he touched their heads to make sure that even the paper cranes had been attacked by Hongjun's spirit.

Poor thing.

Luo Hu said to Hongjun: "Long story short, end it early." ”

There seemed to be a bunch of things to say on the cloud bed, and he forcibly terminated those words, and said to everyone: "After the quasi-saint is the way of the saint, the truly broad and profound is the way of the saint, these will be ...... the next sermon" At this point, he strangely found that the faces of the people below were pale for a moment, as if he had said something terrible.

Kong Xuan shuddered to remember the words of Hongjun's predecessors.

I'll preach next time!

He looked painfully at his brother, whom he admired, and found that he had not spoken, but had burst into tears and clenched his hands.

Hongjun also found out about Liansheng's reaction, and he was not salty or light.

"Liansheng, why are you crying?"

All of a sudden, the attention of the audience was focused on the young man sitting on the first futon, only to see that the young man was dressed in purple and clean, with black hair tied up in a crown, like the incarnation of a lotus in the water.

They understood the relationship between Liansheng and Hongjun's predecessors, and they all cast their eyes on expectation.

Lotus Sheng, please stop the next sermon!

Two sermons is enough!

After waiting for a long time, Liansheng said in a trance: "...... I was so moved that I didn't expect that there would be another sermon. ”

Hongjun smiled with satisfaction: "All beings should take you as an example. ”

Sentient beings: "......"

Even if it was Tongtian, they all looked at Liansheng in shock, and they didn't understand why Pangu's true spirit would be in the same stream as Hongjun's predecessors! After a closer look, they found that Liansheng's gaze never looked at Hongjun, but stared desolate at the temple gate in front of them.

There, Rahu stood against the door.

The man was dressed in red like blood, and his long hair was scattered on his thin shoulders, lazy and contented. Except for Lotus Sheng, not a single monk noticed the integration into the silent arrival of Rahu!

It was as if Zixiao Palace was a part of him, and he was the master of Zixiao Palace!

Within a few seconds of this delusion, the monks came to their senses from the beauty they had suddenly seen, and found in despair that they understood that the dust had settled and that a third sermon was imperative.

O God!

There was no one to stop Hongjun's seniors!

Ignoring their inner protests, Hongjun declared the end of the second sermon, and then he and Rahu looked at each other, and both of them disappeared at the same time.

In the dojo of Zixiao Palace, the tense monks relaxed.

They collapsed to the ground en masse.

Tears flowed from the corners of the eyes and slid into the ground, becoming part of the sad atmosphere.

Next time I hear a sermon......

Again...... How many millennia...... 166 Reading Network