"Oh? I don't know what friends mean. ”

Red Cloud wondered.

"The chance of sanctification."

As soon as Lin Fan's words came out, Hongyun's body shook, his eyes showed essence, and even his breathing became a little shorter, he hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Lin Fan's sleeve, and said, "Is this true?" ”

"Hahaha, Red Cloud Daoist, the saint preaches, do you think this is considered an opportunity to become a saint?"

"Count! It's just that although my red cloud has only been transformed for 30,000 years, I can also sense that at this time, no saint has appeared in the flood wilderness.

And how can there be a saint preaching? ”

Although Hongyun is good, it does not mean stupid. At this moment, his face showed doubt.

suddenly

"I have now realized the Tao, the Tao is Hongjun, 20,000 years later, I will preach the Dharma in the Zixiao Palace of Buzhou Mountain, and you can come and listen to my preaching."

The words echoed in the ears of all the spirits in the entire desolation and desolation three times before they gradually dissipated.

At the same time, in the desolate world, colorful petals fell, and there were golden twelve-grade golden lotuses pouring out on the ground.

This day is full of flowers, and the heaven and earth are different from the golden lotus, and it is the way of heaven to congratulate the birth of the saint.

"Red Cloud Daoyou, the opportunity I said has arrived."

Lin Fan had a faint smile on his face.

"Hahaha, great goodness, great goodness, thank Daoyou for the opportunity to become holy."

Hongyun made a mockery with both hands and bowed deeply.

At this time, Lin Fan could feel that there was a causal line in the underworld, connecting him and Hongyun.

He realized that Red Cloud had inherited his chance.

Subsequently, the red cloud turned into its body again.

The two of them rose with the wind and flew straight towards the depths of the top of the Buzhou Mountain, and thirty-three days away, the Hongjun Dojo Zixiao Palace flew away.

This flight is three years

Three years later, Zixiao Palace appeared in front of Lin Fan and Hongyun.

Hongyun turned into a red-haired middle-aged man, and Lin Fan walked into the main hall.

At this time, the main hall was empty, only a few green smoke slowly rose from the incense burner, lingering in the palace.

Lin Fan took a breath of green smoke, and suddenly felt that his soul was agitated and became clear and peaceful.

He looked in the direction of the incense burner in surprise, and saw seven ordinary cyan futons in front of the incense burner.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed, these seven futons were the positions of the seven Hongmeng purple qi obtained by Hongjun.

"Fellow Daoist, come with me."

Lin Fan pulled Hongyun and directly chose two futons to sit down.

Sitting on the cyan futon, Lin Fan found that his thinking speed was more than a thousand times faster than usual.

Lin Fan realized that the futon under him and the green smoke in the incense burner in front of him were all immortal products of enlightenment.

It's a pity that now that Hongmeng has just opened and is still in a stable state, the artificial brain 'Hongjun' has not yet implanted the equipment system into "The Flood", and he can't see the attributes of these items.

"Fellow Daoist, Hongyun thanks again."

Hongyun also felt the magic of these two items, and he couldn't help but make fun of Lin Fan again.

"Hongyun Daoist friends are polite, there are still 20,000 years before the sermon at this moment, why don't we practice here first."

"Daoist friends are not arrogant or impatient, I am Hongyun."

For the rest of the day, Hongyun sat cross-legged on the cyan futon, closing his eyes and practicing.

Lin Fan also took the opportunity to continue to deduce the cultivation exercises and integrate them into the "Open Heaven Formula".

……

In the blink of an eye, 10,000 years have passed.

"Hahaha, I'm Kunpeng Ancestor."

Outside the Zixiao Palace, a loud laugh sounded, and the Kunpeng who covered the sky and the sun turned into a big man and walked into the Zixiao Palace.

However, when he saw Lin Fan and Hongyun on the futon, he was obviously stunned.

Then the three exchanged briefly, and Kunpeng chose a futon to sit down.

Seven futons, three of which have gone.

It was another three thousand years, and the three of them arrived at the same time.

They just nodded with Lin Fan and Hongyun Kunpeng, and then each chose a futon to sit down and practice with their eyes closed.

Shortly after the Three Qings, the Styx Ancestor arrived.

Without saying a word, he sat on the last futon.

So far, the seven futons, all of which have a master.

In the next 7,000 years, celebrities began to appear one after another.

The people who came were all Golden Immortal cultivators.

It was not until the last thousand years that the two quasi-saints of the West, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, arrived.

At this time, Lin Fan had already realized that the cultivation exercises had been integrated into the "Open Heaven Technique", but he did not open his eyes, but deliberately pretended to be at a critical moment in his cultivation.

The opportunity for futon and sanctification, in the past 20,000 years, Lin Fan has hinted at Hongyun many times, both openly and secretly, and he has done his duty.

Next, whether Hongyun will continue to give up his seat, it is no longer Lin Fan who can intervene, he is now, the focus is to keep his futon first.

In this way, in the millions of years of evolution of the game world of "Flood Waste", he can make more connections and seek more opportunities.

"Fellow Daoist, you do me here."

In the end, Hongyun still did the good old man.

Perhaps it is the deliberate arrangement of the artificial intelligence brain 'Hongjun',

Or maybe the Red Cloud hit should have had this catastrophe.

Lin Fan, who closed his eyes and pretended to break through, sighed slightly in his heart.

Greet politely, sit on the original futon of Hongyun.

At this time, Zhun Ti, who did not have a seat, pretended to be exhausted.

Seeing this, Hongyun couldn't help but want to shake Lin Fan beside him.

And Lin Fan, who had been prepared, burst out with an amazing momentum on his body, but there was a trace of chaos and severity in this momentum.

A discerning person can see at a glance that this is a critical moment in cultivation and cannot be disturbed.

Hongyun has a good old man's character, so naturally it is even more impossible to disturb his 'friend' Lin Fan.

He could only turn his target to the Kunpeng and Styx Ancestor around him.

Under the gaze of the immortals, Kunpeng had no choice but to give up his seat.

But in his heart, he has quietly held a grudge against Hongyun who forced him to give up his seat.

Soon after, Nuwa, who had a snake tail in her body, also came to Zixiao Palace.

The good old man of Red Cloud had a seizure, and he persuaded the Styx Ancestor again.

So far, on the seven futons, there are seven people, Sanqing, Zhun Ti, Jieyin, Nuwa and Lin Fan.

Except that Lin Fan is in the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm. The other six are all quasi-saint realms.

In this way, Lin Fan seemed abrupt.

At this time, outside Zixiao Palace, there were voices again.

As soon as the voices of people started, the sound of weapons colliding and fighting was heard.

Although Lin Fan closed his eyes and pretended to break through at this time, he knew that the people fighting outside the door were the leaders of the demon clan, Di Jun, Tai Yi and the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan.

These fourteen people, although they are not quasi-saints, but they are also at the level of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and when they come in, they will definitely come to compete for his position as a futon.

They are not good people like Red Cloud, and they will consider whether to disturb his breakthrough.

Lin Fan concentrated all his attention, and his body subconsciously tensed.

As long as he passes this level, then he will sit firmly in the last futon position.

Nuwa, who was sitting next to him, her eyes moved slightly, and she glanced at Lin Fan lightly, with a smile on her face.