Hongjun was very helpless, the holy position was indeed determined by heaven, and he could not change it.

But as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he is about to completely merge with the mixed yuan, and this pot should indeed be looking for him.

Seeing that there is no way out, I can only release the heavenly machine to block the mouths of the people.

As for the six disciples, whether or not they can preach under such obstacles depends on their creation.

To tell the truth, after arguing with Suzaku, half of his faith died.

Now, it's another half.

Suddenly, a halo of light manifested behind Hongjun, releasing endless heavenly aura.

Time and space seem to stand still.

The hearts of everyone present trembled inexplicably.

The way of heaven is sacred, inviolable, and unquestionable!

Under the saints, they are all ants, and under the way of heaven, all living beings are not even as good as ants.

Under the halo, everyone read the Heavenly Machine, and read the Holy Throne information hidden in the Heavenly Dao.

The holy throne is really determined by heaven!

No one doubts Hongjun's decision anymore, and Zhu Rong and Taiyi are no exception.

Infinite ecstasy appeared in Sanqing's hearts, and they originally thought that Hongjun had given them the holy throne under the pretense of public welfare.

Unexpectedly, they were the saints designated by the Heavenly Dao.

In that case, who would have a reason to remove them from the throne?

However, the people present are not easy people, and they are not destined to be easily dismissed.

Zhu Rong put away the true body of the ancestor and sat back down, "Dare to ask the seniors, what should the seniors do after they join the way?" ”

His question touched the hearts of everyone present.

Including the Six Sages, everyone pricked up their ears and waited for Hongjun's answer.

"Sure enough, it's still here!"

Hongjun glanced at the future six saints with pity, "After I join the Dao, Hongjun is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is not Hongjun, the catastrophe will not come out, and Hongjun will not appear." ”

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the six saints tightened, and there was no joy at all.

In particular, Yuan Shi and Zhun Ti.

The two of them are the most unconvincing future saints.

Hongjun's meaning is obvious, when they leave Zixiao Palace, their backers will be gone.

Di Jiang and Di Jun had a good heart, and they rarely glanced at each other, and countless information in their eyes began to exchange.

The catastrophe is not out, and the great fortune is not visible?

When will this calamity completely break out, aren't they still up to them?

Follow the previous logic.

Now there are two ways to go.

One is to find a way to get great merit, and great merit has the opportunity to be sanctified; The other is to find a way to kill those six.

Nuwa didn't say it first, didn't say that people have good temperaments, and this hand is not authentic.

Let's just say that people are otaku girls, and it's not easy to do this.

But the other five, if they have the chance, are happy to be killed in a sack, and even everyone will compete for it.

From this point of view.

The interests of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace are the same, and they don't want to see the Six Saints born.

Even if you have the support of Heaven and it is difficult to kill, you must delay as much as possible and give yourself a little more time, and you can't let others slaughter it when the time comes.

And what they don't know is.

Someone had already walked the wilderness one step ahead of them, passing down a series of strategies to earn merit.

He has widely publicized and made public all the things that he did, such as establishing religions, preaching, making great aspirations, perfecting heaven and earth, educating all souls, and helping the evolution of all soul civilizations.

However, the premise of these strategies is that the harvest will be given to him.

It's royalties.

And he only accepts the merits of the Great Dao, and he doesn't want the merits of the Heavenly Dao, so he doesn't fight for the small favors of the low-level cultivators.

For this, Tiandao expressed great support.

Merit, as long as you do something that is beneficial to heaven and earth, you will have it.

His preaching, to a certain extent, is also to encourage sentient beings to help the desolate heaven and earth grow, and the Heavenly Dao is too late to be happy, how can it hinder him?

Thus, the three stresses are not yet completely over.

In less than 10,000 years on the Flood Desolation Continent, these strategies for earning merit have spread all over the Flood Desolation World.

Every living being, every immortal knew about it.

The role of merit is known to everyone, and everyone knows it.

Refining weapons, refining treasures, improving one's own luck, assisting in enlightenment cultivation, etc., any benefit can make people's hearts move.

The desolate continent is no longer peaceful.

South China Sea, a blessed land in the spiritual vein area.

The two immortal wind bones, the lingering Da Luo, sat together and drank tea.

"Tianyan Daoist, have you heard the rumors in the flood wilderness? It turns out that there are so many shortcuts to gain merit. ”

"Poor Dao has naturally heard of it.

It's just that in just 10,000 years, so many strategies suddenly appeared, will there be any calculations in them? ”

"Haha! Tianyan Daoyou, you think too highly of yourself.

The one behind the scenes, who doesn't even care about the merits of the Heavenly Dao, will calculate us little people.

"Let's go! The West is barren and lacks education, so let's first go to the West to build a dojo, promote Taoism, sort out the leylines, and see if we can get merit! ”

……

"Yiye Daoyou, why are you still in retreat? Something big is going on out there! ”

Chixia Daoren, after knowing that the merit strategy was popular, immediately rushed to the dojo of his friend Yiye Daoren to discuss countermeasures.

"What happened to the flood?"

The Yiye Daoist was pulled out of the retreat by the Chixia Daoist, and his expression was a little unhappy.

"It's too late to explain, let's go on the road first, talking as we go."

Chixia Daoist is an anxious person, and he has to rush out of the dojo with a leaf Daoist.

Throughout the Flood Desolate Continent, such conversations are happening everywhere.

To make merit is not to do bad things, even if it is useless, there is not much loss, in this case, what harm is it to try?

However, when the vast majority of people do not have time to act.

A magnificent Dao sound completely broke the tranquility of the Flood Desolate Continent.

Let many onlookers swell their faces.

"Heaven is above, my name is no mother.

Today, the White Lotus Holy Sect was established, and the innate spiritual treasure vacuum white lotus was used to suppress luck and educate Western beings.

White Lotus Holy Sect, stand! ”

Western Land.

A true body that reached through the sky appeared out of thin air, and a compassionate smile was piled up on its face.

It was Da Luo, the image of an old woman, who sat on a huge white and flawless lotus flower, and made a treasure bottle seal in her hand.

Behind him is a view of eternal bliss, a vacuum hometown without disasters and disasters.

Above the Nine Heavens, there was the qi of heavenly Dao merit hanging down, and there was also the Great Dao merit pouring into the body, making its realm and mana advance by leaps and bounds.

One percent of the great merit flew out of the sky.

This scene attracted the attention of all these Da Luo, who could not enter Zixiao Palace.

Soon, the answer was revealed.

The Great Dao Merit entered the Fierce Beast Realm.

"Oh my God!"

"It's him!"

"Suzaku!"

"It turned out to be the strategy spread by the Vermilion Bird Emperor, so what are you hesitating about, take action!"

"Damn, my merits!"

Bang!

The powerful Holy Realm coercion covered most of the Western Continent.

The white lotus flowers bloom in every corner of the West, adding infinite green and vitality to the West, and making countless Western creatures worship and worship.

"Praise the motherless mother, praise the vacuum hometown!"