Chapter 196

The only one present who didn't gossip about this matter was Houtu.

Although she was surprised that Hongjun's appearance was so old, she was naturally not interested in emotional matters, and only cared about the prosperity and future of the Wu Clan. Houtu took a few steps forward, leaving the range of standing in the corner, "Senior Hongjun, I am the Houtu of the Wu Clan. ”

The appearance of Houtu attracted those interested eyes, and everyone began to wonder why the Wu clan came to listen to the sermon. As we all know, the Wu clan does not comprehend the way of heaven and does not understand the state of mind, and it makes no sense to listen to the Tao as the descendant of the ancestral witch.

Because no matter how high the state of mind is, it can't drive the strength of the Wu clan's physique and bloodline.

Hou Tu was about to say what he meant, and suddenly met Shang Hongjun's cold eyes like an ancient pool. Standing under Hongjun's sight, Houtu felt chills all over, and there was a feeling that the body had been dissected and even the mind could be seen clearly.

She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes in respect.

"Our Wu clan is also a desolate creature, but we are born without a primordial god, we can't cultivate, Hongjun's predecessors are powerful people in the world, dare to ask our predecessors, do you have a way to make our Wu clan cultivate a primordial god?"

In a word, it is earth-shattering!

Hou Tu bowed down and shouted: "Our Wu clan must thank you with heavy gifts!" ”

Fu Xi's pupils, which were in opposition to the Wu Clan's position, constricted, and he no longer cared about the matter of receiving and mentioning it, and his attention was all focused on Hongjun.

If Hongjun says yes, the entire demon clan will be shaken!

No, if it's more serious, the Lich War will soon come to an end!

The strength of the Wu clan lies in their physique, and the inability to cultivate is their biggest shortcoming. Once this shortcoming is compensated, the Wu Clan will be able to have both the advantages of cultivation and body refining! The improvement of the state of mind can make those reckless men of the Wu clan calm down, understand the principles of heaven and earth, and deduce the future!

This possibility made Fu Xi extremely anxious, he knew better than anyone else what kind of terrible progress the Wu clan would have after cultivating the primordial gods!

In front of everyone's eyes, Hongjun's face did not fluctuate, so that people couldn't see what he was going to say next. He actually wanted to laugh in his heart, the ancestral witch longed to be strong, but he didn't know that the flood wilderness had its own way of balance, too much, if everyone in the witch clan could cultivate the primordial god, then it was undoubtedly a devastating blow at the moment of reaching the top.

Not to mention the original god, even a saint is impossible!

The Heavenly Dao does not allow such a race to emerge that monopolizes all the benefits.

Hongjun's gaze swept over the few people on the futon, and he saw Liansheng's silence, Sanqing's calmness of not knowing the truth, and Yang Mei's tense face. And the two who relied on means to get the guidance and permission of the futon position, Hongjun did not look too much before retracting his gaze.

The luck on the body of Jieyin and Zhun Ti, compared with the other five people, can only be compared with Firefly and Haoyue, which is pitiful.

Not everyone is qualified to be on a par with the Chaos Demon God and Pangu True Spirit!

In the whole flood famine, Sanqing is the pride of the sky.

After drying the soil for a while, Hongjun gave her an answer: "The Wu clan can't have the primordial spirit, because of the turbidity in the body and the Pangu essence blood, if your Wu clan gives up purifying the bloodline and intermarries with the outside world from generation to generation, it will naturally produce the primordial god." ”

Houtu's face turned pale.

Isn't this the half-witch of the clan?

The so-called half-witches, whose bloodlines are not pure, and who can't cultivate the exercises inherited within them, can't be counted as their own people at all! The only exception is Changqin, Changqin is Teng Chang's son, which is considered a third-generation witch, and the other half of the impure blood also comes from Tongtian, which belongs to the same origin of the Pangu bloodline.

Even the ancestral witch envied the birth of Changqin, regarded it as the most perfect bloodline.

She prayed, "...... Is there really no way? ”

Hongjun said indifferently: "No." ”

Houtu's hope was shattered, his eyes dimmed, and he stepped aside.

The surrounding monks all breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that they were all nervous just now, and they were a little afraid that the senior would answer "yes".

As soon as the affairs of the Wu Clan came to an end, Houtu was embarrassed to leave directly, so he stepped aside, intending to listen to the sermon and return to the Wu Clan when the sermon was over.

This choice has become the biggest failure of Houtu's life.

Hongjun no longer talked to anyone, the sage's coercion enveloped the entire Zixiao Palace, those subtle voices, and the fluctuations of the exchange of divine thoughts were suspended, everyone's minds were blank, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck, and they all sat down together, waiting for Hongjun to preach.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is forty-nine, and there are three thousand people in the world who can prove the Great Dao."

Hongjun said the first sentence of the sermon in a vicissitudes of tone, and this sentence will become a sage's word that has been passed down through the ages.

Whether it was Liansheng or Yang Mei, they all lowered their heads to listen to the Tao, their hearts were peaceful, listening to the future Dao Ancestor's comprehension of the Heavenly Dao.

No one can desert in front of a saint.

Even Houtu, who can't understand the Tao, seems to remember these words as if he doesn't understand them. She was going to give Changqin a sermon after she went back, so as not to let Changqin lose at the starting line.

Hongjun half-closed his eyes, his fingers made a jade dish, and he sat on the cloud bed, as if he was not a person in the world, only to help all sentient beings.

This is a thousand years.

The voice of preaching in Zixiao Palace has never been broken, and everything that comes out of Hongjun's mouth is the core concept of creating a Taoist sect.

But everyone understands that listening to anything for a long time will be boring.

In the first 100 years, everyone listened to it with fascination, and the ability of the saints to preach was incomparable, and the language of the saints had a unique power to influence the world, and then the hearts of those who heard it.

They have no distractions, sometimes they suddenly realize, sometimes they frown and think deeply, and their expressions are like all kinds of life.

Among them, there are hundreds of people who have been promoted by the state of mind, and everyone is mainly happy.

After a thousand years, the expression of sorrow overwhelmed the joy, because Hongjun's preaching was from shallow to deep, and those who were not cultivated enough would have a feeling of being in the clouds.

The monks outside the main hall began to break out in a cold sweat and white smoke appeared on their bodies.

The people in the main hall of Zixiao Palace are all elites of the Flood Desolation, and they have cultivated to the level of Da Luo Jin Immortal. When they listened to the sermon, they were more thoughtful, which formed a good atmosphere in the hall.

Suddenly, there was a subtle discordant sound in the main hall.

"Whew-"

A faint sound of sleep appears.

The few monks who were close to him, like a lamp, his heart was not still, and he couldn't help but look back. At this glance, he was dumbfounded, and he completely woke up from the state of enlightenment just now.

Houtu leaned against the wall and fell asleep!

This is a sermon, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

When the breath of the lamp was unstable, the people nearby were also alarmed by the snoring of Houtu, and they all looked in the direction of Houtu, and suddenly showed incredible eyes.

Although Houtu is a woman, some traditions of the Wu clan are still preserved, and there is a certain snoring sound when sleeping, and when he falls asleep, he will smash his mouth, as if he has eaten something delicious in a dream, and the corners of his mouth maintain a gentle arc of a smile.

Nuwa almost wanted to cover her face, how could Houtu fall asleep!

She looked at the shocked Fuxi on the left, and at the Hongjun seniors preaching on the cloud bed on the right. In the atmosphere of a thousand years of preaching, she didn't dare to speak! I don't dare to use my divine mind to inform Houtu, as if saying a word is a blasphemy of this opportunity to hear the sermon!

Under the disturbance of Houtu, Hongjun opened his eyes completely, and there was more purple streamer in his black eyes, and he looked unhappy or angry, but anyone knew that he must not be in a good mood.

"Houtu."

His voice exploded in the mind of the ancestor Wu Houtu.

The wheat-skinned female ancestor raised her head, looked around, and said reflexively, "Is it over?" ”

Nuwa: "......"

Fu Xi said in his heart: "Nuwa, your friend is so interesting. ”

Only Liansheng couldn't bear it, and kindly said to Houtu: "It's not over." ”

Judging from his understanding of Shizun, Shizun only talked about Xingtou, and there was no end at all.

When Hou Tu heard this, she immediately knew that there was trouble, she looked around, and found that those monks she knew and those who didn't know were looking at her in a complicated way, some were full of shock, some were hostile to the Wu clan, and their eyes were full of schadenfreude.

Of course, there is still a trace of unexpressed emotion and envy in everyone's eyes.

They must all listen to the sermon, listen attentively, and hear it without a single distraction! But Houtu can sleep peacefully for hundreds of years! I just fell asleep listening to the sermon!

"Is my preaching so boring for you?"

Hongjun didn't let go of this matter lightly, and said coldly.

Houtu's mouth was full of bitterness, and he broke the jar and said, "Senior, I am really worthy of your preaching...... I don't understand! ”

Holding on for a thousand years without understanding is already her limit! If any of the ancestors came over, they would not be able to behave better than Houtu!

Hongjun saw that she was telling the truth, and muttered for a moment, "You listen carefully, I will talk about the Wu clan later." ”

He didn't believe in his profound knowledge, and he couldn't conquer the ancestors.

Three thousand lesson plans are not in vain!

"Yes, thank you Hongjun senior." Houtu reluctantly sat back again, Hongjun's predecessors had said that it had reached such a point, how could she be embarrassed to say goodbye.

After a brief interlude, the sound of the sermon that had stopped reappeared.

Under the influence of Houtu, Kong Xuan was in a trance and secretly pulled the sleeve of Lagaruda, indicating that he was about to lose his support.

Garuda squeezed his hand hard to bring him to his senses.

Kong Xuan narrowed his eyes, letting his eyes secrete tears, and after sobering up a little, he continued to listen to Hongjun talk about the knowledge that he would need in the future.

In order to improve his cultivation, he fought hard!

It's a pity that at this moment, no one can guess how long Hongjun will be talking.

After waiting for a thousand years, Luo Hu, who was far away in Mount Meru, threw down the grape seeds and flew over thirty-three days away, he wanted to know what was going on over there in Zixiao Palace.

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