The pale golden sermon staircase appeared above the Floating Tomb, which meant that Zhu Zhentian, the sixth master of the Floating Tomb, had repaired the broken foundation and captured the opportunity to preach.

"The sixth is so fast!"

Fourth Senior Brother Wen Muxuan said in a speechless manner.

Everyone glanced at Wen Muxuan, and always felt that his words were a little weird, but they couldn't tell what was wrong.

"The sixth senior brother's talent is already high, and he has always been lazy and low-key.

This time it made up for the foundation of cultivation, and the opportunity to preach was easily taken. ”

Chu Xiaoyao clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked up at Zhu Zhentian who was sitting in the clouds, and said in admiration.

"The sixth child has obtained the Great Dao Treasure Medicine, and this time the preaching can only succeed, not fail.

If he fails, he will lose not only his own face, but also the face of the entire floating tomb. ”

The second senior sister said softly.

It is precisely because of the responsibility that no one wants to get this Great Dao Treasure Medicine.

Above the clouds, the sixth senior brother Zhu Zhentian meditated for a long time, slowly opened his eyes, went through vicissitudes, and washed away the lead.

"Condensation!"

Zhu Zhentian's words fell, as if there was a kind of supreme magic, and the original illusory ladder of enlightenment instantly turned into an entity, reaching straight to the top of the clouds.

Under the attention of the world, Zhu Zhentian stepped on the ladder of preaching step by step.

At this moment, Zhu Zhentian appeared in the eyes of everyone in the world, and his whole body seemed to exude a faint glass light, dazzling and dazzling, making people fall.

The smooth and fair face has an angular coldness.

At a glance, you can see a faint smile at the corner of Zhu Zhentian's mouth, which looks deep and mysterious.

Zhu Zhentian was wearing a black robe, which was a little loose, but it couldn't hide his dust-free and noble temperament.

Smack! Zhu Zhentian stepped on the first layer of the ladder of enlightenment, and his body was as steady as Mount Tai, and he never wavered.

Many people in the world clenched their hands and watched with bated breath.

For thousands of years, many powerful people have tried to preach and become one of the most powerful people in heaven and earth, overlooking the living beings of the world.

However, except for the little princess of the Dragon Carp clan and Jian Zun, no one could succeed.

Even if the way of heaven is deficient and the laws have changed greatly, the path of enlightenment is still a path full of endless dangers, and not ordinary people can step on it.

The strange thing is that Zhu Zhentian is like walking in his own back garden, climbing the stairs step by step without pause, strolling leisurely, making the world stunned.

"Why doesn't Mr. Six resist at all?

Isn't it no longer necessary to climb the sermon ladder? ”

There are ninety-nine layers of the sermon staircase, and one floor is a disaster.

However, the world looked at the speed at which Zhu Zhentian climbed the ladder, and there was no sign of a catastrophe at all.

"Among the gentlemen in the floating tomb, except for Mr. Three, Mr. Six is the most mysterious.

For so many years, Mr. Six has never been seen to show his strength. ”

"10,000 years ago, Mr. Six was born, and the demons of an era did not dare to breathe.

But anyone who has seen Mr. Six's true methods has fallen. ”

"In any case, even if there is an opportunity in this era, it is impossible to cross the catastrophe and preach so easily! Looking at Mr. Six's appearance, it's too easy! ”

Everyone whispered and kept discussing Zhu Zhentian.

It's a pity that Zhu Zhentian has rarely made a move since he entered the WTO.

In this world, only a small number of people know some of Zhu Zhentian's deeds.

In the sky above the floating tomb, Zhu Zhentian's left hand is behind his back, and his right hand is hanging down on his side.

"It's boring."

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Zhentian ascended to the thirteenth layer without any pressure.

If you want to preach, Zhu Zhentian can already open the path of preaching more than 10,000 years ago.

I wish Zhentian laziness, not words can describe it.

Bai Moli is very lazy, he doesn't want to practice all day long, and he doesn't do anything, why is this?

When Bai Moli first entered the Floating Tomb, he was not yet able to transform into a shape, and he had a strong interest in everything.

Following the fourth senior brother Wen Muxuan, Bai Moli learned to pick up girls and be coquettish; learned to drink with the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao, and he was not drunk in a thousand cups; I also learned a lot of high-sounding words from the eighth senior brother monk Wukong.

Therefore, Bai Moli grew up like this.

As for his laziness, he naturally inherited the temperament of the sixth senior brother Zhu Zhentian.

It can be said that Bai Moli is a synthesis of many senior brothers.

To be precise, Bai Mo has not learned the good, and the bad things have learned the essence.

"I just look at these calamities, and I can spy on the truth and falsehood, which is boring."

Zhu Zhentian doesn't know the art of deduction, he is good at Qimen Dunjia, and he has no omissions.

This point is somewhat similar to the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong.

In the past, Zhu Zhentian often discussed Taoism with Zhuge Haokong.

Later, Zhu Zhentian was so lazy that he often couldn't see people, so he hid somewhere to sleep and was lazy.

If you weren't forced to be helpless, do you think that Sixth Senior Brother Zhu Zhentian would enter the world to practice and crush an era?

A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Zhentian had already stepped on the fiftieth layer of the sermon stairs, and his speed slowly slowed down.

At this point, a trace of emotion finally appeared on Zhu Zhentian's face.

"What can the preaching be, and it is not invincible in the world.

Who called me bad luck and drew the shortest bamboo stick.

If the little junior brother could be a little stronger, there would be nothing to do with me. ”

Zhu Zhentian said complaining, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not weaken by half a point.

Although Zhu Zhentian is extremely lazy, once he decides what he wants to do, he will definitely complete it no matter what the cost.

In the past, Zhu Zhentian feather fan waved, and several great holy places were destroyed while talking and laughing.

Except for a very small number of strong people who knew the whole story of this matter, outsiders did not know the real reason for the demise of those great holy lands.

"Scatter!"

Zhu Zhentian was temporarily blocked by a catastrophe, and with a light snort, all the vanity in front of him turned into clouds and smoke.

Zhu Zhentian continued to move forward, even if he occasionally stopped, he would recover in a few breaths at most.

"Why does Mr. Six give me the feeling of visiting a backyard?

Is this really preaching? ”

Some of the old fellows had extremely dry throats, and they were very ambitious in trying to open the way to the sermon.

However, the moment they just moved this thought, they felt that their souls were trembling, and the power of the Heavenly Dao was about to crush them, and in the end, they could only break off that unrealistic thought.

Preaching is not a path that ordinary people can take.

Only the true demons of the world can set foot on it.

"It's only been a long time! Mr. Six has reached the 80th floor, when has it become so easy to preach? ”

Later generations didn't know about Mr. Six in the Floating Tomb at all, and they had never heard of the legend about this person, as if they had appeared out of thin air.

Zhongzhou, Lei Yao Buddhism.

An old Zen master walked out of the Zen courtyard, looked at the figure in the nine clouds with his hands folded, and muttered, "Amitabha." ”

"I wish you the donor, you have finally come to this point."

The old Zen master was very familiar with Zhu Zhentian, because Zhu Zhentian killed several great holy places ten thousand years ago, causing a lot of killings and destroying lives.

The old Zen master went to stop the catastrophe of the Holy Land, but was stopped by Zhu Zhentian.

At that time, the old Zen master once accused: "I wish the donor, you don't value life and will be punished." ”

"In the way of cultivation, the strong are respected.

If they don't mess with me, old monk, do you think I'll have the leisure to deal with them? ”

Zhu Zhentian was still a slightly immature young man at that time, and said contemptuously.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The old Zen master dissuaded.

"Everyone talks about the Buddha, have you ever seen the Buddha in your life?

Is there a Buddha in your heart? ”

Zhu Zhentian was young and vigorous at the beginning, and no one was afraid except for the people of the master.

"I wish the donor, if you have such a mentality, I am afraid that you will not be able to get the way."

The strength of the old Zen master is not as good as Zhu Zhentian, and he can't stop the destruction of several holy places, so he can only admonish.

"If I want to preach, who will dare to fight with me in this life?"

Zhu Zhentian sneered and turned away.

Since then, there has been no trace of Zhu Zhentian in the world.

Because, Zhu Zhentian has returned to the Floating Tomb and lived his comfortable and leisurely life.

At a glance for ten thousand years, the old Zen master looked at Zhu Zhentian, who was preaching, and sighed a lot: "Qimen Dunjia, fate has changed."

The people of the floating tomb are all demons! ”

After that, the old Zen master lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddhist scriptures, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the clouds, Zhu Zhentian walked leisurely to the ninety-ninth floor.

Along the way, Zhu Zhentian didn't have any pressure except for a slight pause, and he didn't even have a single wound on his body.

Zhu Zhentian yawned, waved his sleeves, and whispered: "Hurry up and finish the sermon, and then you can go back to sleep." ”

Bang! Thunder and lightning flash, pressure descends into the world.

Zhu Zhentian's body sank suddenly, and his expression changed slightly.

At this moment, Zhu Zhentian finally felt a huge pressure.

However, Zhu Zhentian only relaxed his muscles slightly, and then straightened up again, staring directly at the dark clouds above his head.

"Okay, it's all this time, what's there to thunder.

When the Heavenly Dao is flawless, there will definitely be no way to preach the Dao, and you will die under the Great Dao.

Now that the law is lacking, what can you do to me? ”

Zhu Zhentian said this lazily, but he revealed great confidence.

The thunder flashed continuously, but it didn't fall.

Obviously, Dadao also knew that he couldn't deal with Zhu Zhentian, everything was useless.

"Let's do it! I'll quickly preach and go back, so you can save some things and everyone will be happy, how about it? ”

A huge Dao pattern formation appeared at Zhu Zhentian's feet, which was a Qimen technique that he had condensed with the strength of his life, which could communicate with the Great Dao and take charge of Qiankun.

"Rumble—" The thunder shook and the wind howled.

Eventually, the thunderclouds cleared and returned to a sunny appearance.

"That's right."

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Zhentian's mouth, and he took another step forward, and a faint white light bloomed all over his body, and bursts of imperial power spread out, alarming all directions.

In this way, Zhu Zhentian succeeded in preaching without any accidents.