The gods did not feel any surprise when the three personal disciples of the Dao Ancestor obtained the holy position, if even the personal disciples of the Dao Ancestor could not get the holy position, it would be really strange.

By now, their hearts have been extinguished from the desire to receive the holy throne.

Now I want to see which of the few remaining registered disciples of Dao Ancestor will lose his qualification for sainthood.

On the high platform of the sermon, Cheng Hao's sleeves waved, and three Hongmeng purple qi submerged into the eyebrows of Styx, Fuxi and the others.

"This thing is Hongmeng purple qi, which is very beneficial to sanctification, and when the time comes, you can use it to become holy!"

It is difficult for people to cultivate to the Chaos Realm with a single Dao Hongmeng Purple Qi, but this thing is equivalent to the qualification for sanctification. As long as the opportunity comes in the future, even if the Heavenly Dao is no longer willing, he will have to lower the holy position and help others become holy.

Three Hongmeng purple qi were given, and Cheng Hao set his eyes on Hongyun, Zhun Ti and Jieyin.

"You and the other three are my registered disciples, and they are sitting in the front row, and they should be qualified for sanctification!"

When the words fell, Cheng Hao raised his hand and waved, and three Hongmeng purple qi were given, and in just a few words, the six holy thrones were distributed by him.

Seeing that the holy throne was emptied, the gods looked at the earth with pity.

It is also prostrations and prayers, even if it is obtained the status of a registered disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, what is the use, is it still not qualified for sanctification?

"Teacher ......"

Houtu's face was a little ugly, and he looked at the Daozu teacher who was sitting on the high platform with pleading.

Seeing this, Cheng Hao waved his robe, and in an instant, another Hongmeng purple qi flew out and entered the eyebrows of Houtu.

"You... Sanctification!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Houtu really cried with joy, this kind of mood of ups and downs in front of the holy throne, it is difficult for anyone to keep their mood calm.

"Teacher, I hope that the teacher will have mercy and give me a holy position!"

Originally, the gods who had some pity for Houtu before, seeing this, suddenly had no time to pity others, but quickly knelt down one by one, praying in unison, praying for the Dao Ancestor to be gracious and give a few more holy thrones.

"There is no holy throne anymore, please go back!" Cheng Hao shook his head and ordered the expulsion.

"Teacher be merciful, have mercy on us!"

"Yes, teacher, you said before that there were only six holy seats under the door, but just now you gave seven holy seats, you must have extra holy seats, right?"

"Teacher, just pity me for waiting for hundreds of millions of years of penance, give us another chance!"

......

Looking at the gods who were crying on the ground one by one, Cheng Hao slowly shook his head.

"There are indeed only six holy thrones under my gate, and they have been given to Styx, Zhun Ti and others. ”

"As for Houtu, her holy position is not given by this seat, but by the saint of heaven!"

Celestial saints?

The gods raised their heads in amazement when they heard this, and they didn't react for a while, this saint, and the heavens are determined?

"After the earth, there will be a great merit to be made in favor of the flood famine, this merit is enough to make her sanctified with merit, and her holy position does not need to be bestowed by this seat!"

"I see, thank you for the teacher's doubts, the teacher is kind, please tell me and others, in addition to Houtu, is there anyone else who also has the qualification of a heavenly saint?"

Originally, the gods thought that there was no chance, but now that there is still a Heavenly Sage, a fluke mentality has risen in their hearts again.

What if the so-called Heavenly Sage also has me?

"Yes!"

This time, in the face of the expectant eyes of the gods, Cheng Hao directly gave a definite answer.

When the words fell, Cheng Hao set his eyes on the last row, the middle-aged man who sat in the last position and looked inconspicuous.

This person was dressed in a dark cyan robe, with a cyan bamboo cane pinned to his waist, and his appearance was very ordinary, among the thousands of innate gods, there was nothing special at all.

"What do you call Xiaoyou?" Cheng Hao asked with a smile looking at the man who looked a little overwhelmed under his gaze.

"Teacher...... Disciple... The disciple's name is Zhou Qing!" The middle-aged man stood up a little nervously, and even spoke nervously.

"Zhou Qing?" Cheng Hao nodded with a smile, and praised him again by the way, "Good name!"

After nodding his head and signaling Zhou Qing to sit down, Cheng Hao's sleeve robe waved, and the originally closed gate of Haotian Palace suddenly opened, and in an instant, a chaotic mist filled in, making this Haotian Palace covered with a faint gray veil.

"At the end of this sermon, after 3,000 years, we will preach again, and anyone who is destined can come!"

This time, Cheng Hao directly issued an order to expel guests, and whether the gods wanted to or not, they were all expelled from Haotian Palace under an invisible force.

In the thirty-three days of chaotic mist, some gods did not leave directly, but gathered together in twos and threes, looking at the Daoists who were excluded one by one with a somewhat unwilling expression, until the gate was completely closed, and their faces became gloomy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Holy Throne has been divided, except for the disciples of the Dao Ancestor, there is no share for us!"

"Yes, I have already investigated just now, and none of the disciples of Dao Ancestor have come out, obviously, Dao Ancestor wants to explain to them separately how to become holy!"

"One step slow, one step at a slow pace, the opportunity to sit in the front row has been lost, and we have even lost the holy seat!"

"This is not necessarily, don't forget, the personal disciples of the Dao Ancestor will be taught the method of using force to prove the Dao. If these three people succeed in cultivation in the future, they may not be able to look at the position of the saint, if this holy position is vacant, we still have a chance!"

"Alas, let's go, let's talk about this matter in detail when we go back to Dao City, but I don't know, how many sainthoods there are in Hongjun Dao Ancestor, and who will be lucky enough to get the holy position!?"

......

Here, the sermon of Haotian Palace has ended, and a group of gods are rushing towards the Enlightenment City in twos and threes, even if there is no chance of becoming a saint, but the Dao Ancestor has also told a variety of avenues before, if he can fully participate in enlightenment and become a quasi-saint, there is still a great chance.

And on the other side of the thirty-three days, in the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun Dao Ancestor had just finished telling the method of beheading three corpses, and then closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking.

A few days later, after the gods woke up from their enlightened state one by one, Hongjun spoke expressionlessly.

"After opening the world, I have to create an artifact to achieve this great avenue. Under the way of heaven, I have the rules for educating sentient beings, and at the end of today's sermon, I will bestow the holy throne on those who are destined. Hongjun paused, "Under my door, there should be seven holy seats!"

"Dare to ask the teacher, who can enjoy these seven holy thrones?" Donghuang Taiyi's heart moved slightly, he had coveted the position of the high saint for a long time, but he did not speak directly, but slammed into Kunpeng with an elbow, Kunpeng immediately understood, and quickly got up and asked.