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There are three thousand monks in Zixiao Palace, such as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Sanqing, and the two Western Sages, and there are also Zhen Yuanzi, Wu Ming, Kunpeng, and Styx, which are worthy of the name.

In this, the people who burn the lamp, the prince of the east, the queen mother of the west, etc., can only be counted as making up the numbers.

Don't look at the legends about these people in later generations, but in this Zixiao Palace, where the world's great powers gather, the people at the bottom of the ranking are really nothing.

"This time's ranking, it can basically be regarded as a division of strength, except for Nuwa's strength is a little watery and has no ability to suppress everyone, Sanqing and the two saints of the West have the ability to fight with one enemy and more. However, the gap between the powerful monks of this period was not very large, and the gap could not be widened until three sermons. "The gap between what Wu Ming said is not only the gap between the listeners in Zixiao Palace, but also the gap between the top monks and the beings in the outside world.

This time Zixiao Palace preached, there were only 3,000 people who came, but the number of great supernatural powers in the world was definitely more than 3,000.

Wu Ming saw it very clearly, only Dijiang and Houtu came from the ancestral witches, and the remaining eight people did not come at all.

The same is true for other races, just like the black and white unicorn twins that I saw last time on Buzhou Mountain, I didn't see them this time.

Obviously, the three thousand Taoists in Zixiao Palace represent the mainstream of today's era, but they can't represent all of them.

However, this cannot be represented, it will be reversed after the three sermons, and whether or not you have heard of Hongjun's mixed yuan dao fruit will make the originally small gap expand rapidly in these three sermons, until it evolves into an insurmountable chasm, which will become an eternal pain in the hearts of these people.

"This lecture is called the beginning of the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit, the beginning of Da Luo. Da Luo, the perfection of everything in Zhou Tian, free in the heavens and all worlds, not into the catastrophe of eternal immortality......"

There is no sky, there is no golden lotus on the ground, Hongjun sits on the futon, more like the Tao is telling.

In the Zixiao Palace, the three thousand Daoists listened to it with fascination, and all of them were silent in the ocean of Dao.

Three thousand years passed in a blink of an eye, and when the last note fell, more than one-third of the listeners had the breath of three flowers emerging from the top of their heads, and the colorful glow was surrounded by them.

You must know that the many monks present don't know how many years they have been cultivating, and all they lack is where the road ahead is.

Hongjun's sermon was to point out the way forward for everyone, and many people wept with joy and shouted what was the case.

"Mystery and mystery, the source of all wonders, after a million years, the saint chapter will be preached, you can retreat." With a slight wave of his hand, the three thousand Daoists in Zixiao Palace returned to the chaos in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at each other one by one, and couldn't help but look for the location of Zixiao Palace.

But no matter what everyone does, the Zixiao Palace, which was originally clearly visible, just can't be found by everyone, as if it doesn't exist at all.

Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi are one-thirds of the monks who broke through after listening to the sermon.

The two glanced at each other, only to feel that there were many places they still couldn't figure out, and they didn't care about looking for any Zixiao Palace, so they both went back to the cave to retreat.

Millions of years is a long time, but for innate beings, it is only a flick of a finger.

What Hongjun left behind is not only the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit, but also the Immortal Dao system, which can let people know what they are cultivating.

In the past million years, the flood has changed very much, it has become fashionable to talk about metaphysics and Taoism, and Taoism has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

The newborn innate beings are not based on swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, but have embarked on the path of systematic learning.

Many powerful innate beings have been preaching their own Dao methods outside the cave, and for a while, large and small dojos seem to spread all over the entire flood overnight.

"Millions of years have passed, and those who listened last time can come to Zixiao Palace..."

The second sermon, the threshold had already appeared, and those who listened to the sermon last time cheered, and those who did not go last time regretted it.

Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi traveled together, and when they arrived in Zixiao Palace, they found that there were dozens of fewer people than last time. I just don't know if these faces are not seen, whether they died outside in a fight with others, or whether they left the flood wilderness and traveled around the world, and they didn't come back for a while.

"This lecture is 3,000 years old, and it is called Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit, Sage Chapter. What is a saint between heaven and earth, a saint, immortal and immortal, immortal and immortal, the primordial god and the way of heaven are in harmony, the way of heaven does not collapse, and the saint does not fall ......"

Hongjun's sermon is gradual and gradual, if the way of Da Luo Jin Xian is the foundation, the way of the sage is the sublimation of Jin Xian.

This time, it has been millions of years since the last sermon, and among the three thousand Taoists, the weakest is also a new Golden Immortal, as strong as Sanqing and Donghuang Taiyi and others, and they have the perfect cultivation of Da Luo Golden Immortal.

The gap has been unconsciously widened, and some people only feel a splitting headache when they listen to the way of the saints, and nine out of ten sentences cannot be understood. Some people are smiling, shaking their heads when they hear the wonders, and they look like they have gained something.

A thousand years, another thousand years, and before you know it, three thousand years have passed, and the sermon has come to an end.

And this time, Hongjun Ancestor did not leave in a hurry, but sat on the futon and meditated with his eyes closed.

The people who listened to the lecture were ecstatic one by one, and many of them had questions, and couldn't help but ask: "Dao Ancestor, we have already understood the way of the golden immortal, but the way of this saint is bitter and difficult to understand, and nine out of ten sentences are elusive. Dare to ask the Taozu, there is a division among the saints, how to ask for it? ”

"The saint has the upper middle and the lower, the lower one is the small saint, which can also be called the quasi-saint, and the golden immortal is cut off after the consummation of the good, evil, and self-three corpses, which is this realm. The saint in the middle, the three corpses have been beheaded, the original god entrusts the way of heaven, and the law follows its own laws. The Great Sage, the Great Sage, is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, I am the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao is me, dominating the world. Hongjun replied very slowly, which also gave everyone more time to think.

After a long time, Lao Tzu, who had already reached the consummation of the Golden Immortal, was the first to stand up and asked respectfully: "Dao Ancestor, the disciple has completed the consummation of the Golden Immortal, and it is time to behead the corpse, may I ask how much is the method of beheading the corpse?" ”

"There are two ways to behead the corpse, the first magic weapon is to behead the corpse, the stronger the magic weapon, the higher the possibility of beheading the corpse, and the stronger the strength after sustenance. The second is the method of slashing the corpse, after the corpse is beheaded, the three corpses of good, evil, and self are equivalent to three incarnations outside the body, and the power is slightly weaker than the former, and there is no need to consume magic weapons. As soon as Hongjun Ancestor said this, everyone present had joy and sorrow.

People with many innate spiritual treasures naturally choose magic weapons to behead corpses and become the power of power.

If you only have one innate spirit treasure, or if you don't have one, then you can only look left and right and move other thoughts.

Wu Ming belongs to the crowd, and there are relatively few magic weapons, except for the scattered gourd, only the acquired magic weapon Huoyun Palace.

Zhen Yuanzi is better than him, the ginseng fruit tree and the book from the ground are all innate lists, and the gap is not very big.

It is conceivable that as soon as the method of beheading corpses appears, the battle for the innate magic weapon will be put on the surface in an instant.

In order to be stronger than others, you must use the innate magic weapon to kill the three corpses, otherwise you will lose at the starting line, and it will be too late to catch up in the future.

"Three thousand years of preaching have passed, and after a million years, you can come to Zixiao Palace and listen to the last chapter of the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit, the Great Dao Chapter." Hongjun Ancestor waved his hand, and just like last time, he looked back and came outside the chaos.

"Da Luo Jin Immortal, quasi-saint, saint, heavenly saint, great avenue saint!" Wu Ming stood outside the chaos, his eyes were mixed with doubts, and he secretly thought: "Hongjun Ancestor at this time should only be a Heavenly Dao Saint, this Great Dao Chapter..."

In the wilderness, the most mysterious is Hongjun Ancestor, whose strength and origin have always been mysterious.

Since Hongjun started talking about Zixiao Palace, no one knew who he was, and as soon as he appeared, he was a saint.

Wu Ming's eyes were full of doubts, and he couldn't help but think of a legend.

According to legend, Hongjun Ancestor was a person from the previous era, from the Chaos World, and once competed with Pangu.

Later, Pangu suppressed Henggu with supreme power and forcibly opened up a new era.

Hongjun Ancestor is the immortal Chaos God and Demon, who reappeared after Pangu opened the sky, or Pangu's death, which is inextricably linked to him and stole the world that belongs to Pangu.

"Maybe the legend is true, otherwise it can't be explained why the first batch of creatures in the flood wilderness has such a big gap with Hongjun Ancestor. For example, Sanqing, whether it is background, wisdom, or luck, is the best choice among the creatures of the wilderness. But in front of Hongjun Ancestor, Sanqing is like a child who has not grown up, is this really a person of the same era, should there be a gap? Wu Ming's eyes were deep, and he had deep doubts about this.

It is certain that the people of an era are strong and weak, but it is absolutely impossible to open an era.

The first batch of creatures under the flood was born with luck, and the top group of people had almost the same comprehensive quality, and everyone was at the same level.

Wu Ming calculated it himself, even if he was allowed to go back to the time when he had just entered the flood and turned into a red cloud, he was not sure that he would be able to overpower Sanqing.

In this way, even if Hongjun Ancestor is a reborn, it is impossible to pull the gap so big, unless he is a legacy of the previous era, and there is such a big gap in itself.

"The Chaos Demon God was born, he was injured when he fought with Pangu, and he recovered after opening the sky, only this is the explanation." Wu Ming thought so, and suddenly found that his surroundings were changing, and time seemed to have stopped.

The great supernatural beings around him kept their appearance one by one, just like a frozen photo.

Only the depths of chaos are unaffected, and a simple and unpretentious Dao Palace is squeezing out of the space little by little, with the three big characters "Zixiao Palace" written on it.

"Come in, I haven't seen you for so many years, I thought you were dead and you won't be able to come back......"

The gate of Zixiao Palace was open, and there was an old man in white standing at the door, who else could it be if it wasn't Hongjun.