With a bang, the gourd stopper was opened by Zhang Fan, and after waiting for a while, he didn't see any abnormal movement in the gourd, which made Zhang Fan and Ziyun both look surprised, how useless.

The gourd is sure to be mature, it should be able to be used, how can it be useless, Zhang Fan tried to inject mana into it, but was forcibly isolated by the gourd's own power.

"How so!"

This made Zhang Fan very disappointed, he had sat on a futon and got a gourd, logically speaking, he already had the conditions for sanctification, as for preaching, it was not an inevitable condition, like the coffin maker did not preach much, and the child and his mother had never preached, didn't he also get the holy position?

"Could it be that because you moved your hands in the preacher's dojo, you were disqualified?"

If so, then it's troublesome.

The game of the four monkeys was broken, and he couldn't become a saint even if he got the gourd, and it was really inappropriate to let Shui Zixian go to fight with the coffin maker, to be honest, he was not reluctant, just in case, in case, what if Shui Zixian was defeated?

"I have no choice but to go out to the early primeval period again and listen to another preacher's sermon."

There is no way to go back to the past, but he can go back to the moment when he entered the main hall by himself that day.

Ziyun nodded: "There is only this way." ”

"Someone is coming......"

Zhang Fan felt a force break into the Jade Emperor's orchard, and now his divine sense was strong enough to cover the entire orchard, so naturally he couldn't escape his divine sense.

He didn't need to use his eyes to see who was coming, and the only one who could enter and leave the orchard was the empress.

"Hurry up, you're going to get in trouble if you're discovered."

After the words fell, he opened his third eye, and in front of them, the space-time Xuanguang opened, Zhang Fan disappeared into it with a flash of purple rhyme, and the Xuanguang was immediately closed.

After the empress came in, she saw that the gourd was gone, and the ancient array protecting the gourd was destroyed and destroyed, and her face couldn't help but change greatly, but she didn't find anyone after looking around, she was shocked, this gourd was guarded by her life, the gourd was gone, and she didn't know how to explain to the Jade Emperor.

"Is that him?"

The space of the orchard has not been damaged, and those who can enter the Jade Emperor's orchard, except for him and the Jade Emperor, can only be Zhang Fan who knows the secret method.

"Emperor Hades, what a bold man."

Zhang Fan's ascension to the Emperor of the Underworld has long been known in later generations.

"The Jade Emperor is not here, what can I do about this."

In the early days of the primeval period, as soon as Zhang Fan came here, he immediately controlled the sword of a qi, and flew quickly towards the smoke and rain and the slanting sun, he burst out all his strength, and there was a sword mark left in the ancient sky.

But even so, Zhang Fan was still slow, as soon as he rushed into the palace, he saw that Lei Zu wanted to give way to the coffin maker, and immediately shouted: "Slow! ”

But the coffin maker and even the importance of this futon also knew that Zhang Fan was chasing him, so he hurriedly sat down, this time, Zhang Fan didn't say a word, and directly killed the past with a sword.

Fast and hateful, because he knew that the nosy guy of the Confucian Academy would make a move, and his sword would be so powerful that even if the Confucian Academy Xiaosheng made a move, he would not be able to change the trajectory of the sword, ignore his interference, and kill the coffin maker.

This sword is also Zhang Fan's strongest sword, and it also carries the power of a sword.

"Bold, dare to do it in the Taoist dojo!"

It was Ye Qingshu, the little saint of the Confucian Academy, who spoke out.

His fingers also suddenly came out, wanting to defeat Zhang Fan's sword, at this time Ye Qingshu was still just a Confucian student, and he hadn't even written the first educational article, and the little saint was not yet.

At most, it is the top-level half-step little saint, even if the primeval bloodline bonus is definitely not up to the level of the little saint.

With a bang, the strong light he lit hit Zhang Fan's sword, and before it really collided together, it destroyed the powerful power emitted from Zhang Fan's sword.

The powerful reaction force knocked the little sage of the Confucian Academy out of the air, and history is an amazing coincidence, he hit the desk again, knocked the glass lamp on the long case down, and shattered.

Zhang Fan didn't care about the tragic man.

"Yes!"

He was happy in his heart, and his judgment was right, the strength of the little sage of the Confucian Academy at this time was far inferior to him, and he couldn't stop his full sword at all, as for his target coffin maker, it was just a refining Dao Tianzun, and a little bit of strength was enough to kill him.

"Die!"

But at this moment, a fresh breeze blew, and it felt very soft, just like the breeze blowing in the mortal forest, at most the grass swayed gently, but just like that, the wind blew, and Zhang Fan's sharp and incomparable sword disappeared without a trace with the wind.

"Who dares to kill people in my dojo!"

Zhang Fan was shocked, this voice was the preacher, and it was the preacher who made a move.

missed the blow, Zhang Fan did not hesitate at all, immediately turned around and left, only to see his body flash, and disappeared into the main hall. When the preacher comes out to hold him accountable, he may not be able to leave if he wants to.

Because Zhang Fan fled fast enough, when the lecturer walked to the main hall, he had a cold face, very unhappy, looking at the empty hall, his face was cold, but there was a little more groaning, and his eyes were more suspicious.

The future saints in the audience were all shocked. The strength and means shown by this Zhang Fan were not lightly frightened, and the power of that sword actually shook Ye Qingshu directly out, and that's it, he retreated under the noses of the preachers, and they didn't have such strength when they asked themselves.

"Failed!"

Zhang Fan was a little depressed, but he didn't expect the preacher to save the coffin.

"Still failed!"

Was it destined that the coffin-maker was destined to receive the holy throne?

Zhang Fan was unwilling, could it be that the Tianyan of the future generations was destined to stop, or he didn't find the right way, he was waiting for the power of his third eye to recover, and he was ready to try for the third time.

He wants to go back to that time period, since there is no way to kill him before the coffin maker becomes sanctified, then Zhang Fan wants to try if he can become holy, if he can, then after he is sanctified, he will start again.

Third ......

Zhang Fan appeared again in the early primeval period, and as before, he quickly felt the smoke and rain under the sun, and shouted: "Slow." ”

The reaction of the coffin maker was exactly the same as before, and he sat down in a hurry, and Zhang Fan also made a move, but this time he didn't have much strength, and the little sage of the Confucian Academy: "Presumptuous, you dare to do it in the saint's dojo." ”

The history is still the same, the little saint of the Confucian Academy was shaken back, knocked over the glass lamp, and after the lecturer came out, he reprimanded him and drove the Confucian saint out of the main hall.

And after asking Zhang Fan a few words, let Zhang Fan make the futon of the little saint of the Confucian Academy.

Everything went smoothly.

Next, it is time to wait for the preacher to be sanctified. People from outside came one after another, and even the order never changed.

Counting Zhang Fan, a total of eighty people came.

The sea and the sky asked: "Dare to ask the Taoist, what is a saint, and how many saints are there?" ”

Everyone present craned their necks and waited for an answer.

Only Zhang Fan is listed, and he can memorize the words of the speaker.

The preacher said: "The saints are eternal, transcending the way of heaven and being the supreme avenue, and the number of saints is ...... There were only seven of them. ”

There was an uproar in the audience, and many people whispered.

Next, the saint began to point to the saint, the three people in front, the person under the tree, the sea and the sky, and the female daughter, that is, the water fairy, were all named, saying that they could get the saint position.

The eyes of the sermon who accompanied the goods fell on the coffin-maker, and he replied, "Coffin-maker, you can also get the holy throne." ”

This made the coffin maker very happy, and he hurriedly thanked: "Thank you saint, thank you saint...... this holy position, he simply relied on it.

It is said that the thief of the hook is punished, and the thief of the country is Hou, he took away all the holy positions, I don't know what it is, although Zhang Fan is very unhappy, and he can't wait to kill him if he goes up, but he admires this guy a little bit in his heart.

From a Tianzun directly to a saint, there is no one who cheats.

This time Zhang Fan didn't make a move, it was logical, the next one to be a saint was him, seeing the eyes of the preacher, Zhang Fan's heartbeat unconsciously accelerated, this was the only way he could think of, and he was still looking forward to it in his heart, even the coffin maker could get the holy position, he felt that he was unreasonable.