Zixiao Palace.

The cultivation place of Heavenly Dao Hongjun, since Hongjun joined the Dao, Zixiao Palace was closed, and Hongjun never took a step out of Zixiao Palace.

Back then, this was the place where Hongjun preached, and it was also the place where Hongjun divided the treasures, and it was also the place where Hongjun chose a saint, so at this moment, when Yang Jian walked into this Zixiao Palace, even if he had always been calm and usual, he couldn't help but get nervous.

However, in the next second, his pupils searched sharply, and his eyes were locked on a purple figure on the futon in the hall.

This person was dressed in a purple robe, sitting cross-legged, pinching his fingers in his hands, as if he was cultivating some kind of method, but it was not this person that frightened Yang Jian......

No heads!!

That's right!

The smooth neck seemed to have been cut off by some sharp weapon, the cut surface was as smooth as water, and the bright red blood stains were completely solidified, as if a red scar blocked the terrible wound.

"You're here!"

At this time, a hoarse and old voice sounded in the hall, Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously followed the voice, but found that the voice came from this headless Taoist person.

Who is he?

Hongjun Daozu?

But how is this possible?

Who can look at Dao Ancestor's head?

"Who are you?" After thinking about it, Yang Jian looked at the other party with a cautious expression.

"Me?" The headless Taoist smiled faintly and sang, "Lying high on the nine clouds, the garden is true." Outside the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth, I should be the Sect Respecter. Pangu gives birth to Taiji, and the two instruments and four follow each other. One is passed on to three friends, and the two teachings are divided. The leader of the Xuanmen is a big gas. ”

Rumble!

As if a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder exploded in Yang Jian's heart, Yang Jian exclaimed in surprise and took a step back in shock: "Hongjun Dao Ancestor?"

"Little friend, are you in doubt?"

Yang Jian swallowed and spit, forcibly pressed the monstrous waves in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Dao Ancestor, the hearts of the juniors are really puzzled, you are already the way of heaven, who can harm you like this?"

"Hehe!" Hongjun Daoist smiled self-deprecatingly: "Heavenly Dao? Everyone in the world thinks that Heavenly Dao is the foundation of all things, and I, Hongjun, am a sage and a son, but ...... Hey, forget it, it's useless to talk about this! Little friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time, would you like to do me a favor?"

Yang Jian was distracted, and did not agree immediately, but said cautiously: "Dao Ancestor, the junior is just a weak immortal, to be honest, if even you can't do it, I estimate that it is even more impossible! But since you have said so, you might as well talk about it, as long as I, Yang Jian, can help, I will definitely die!"

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is really interesting, but it's different from your stubborn master!" Hongjun Daoren smiled with a sigh: "Actually, the matter is very simple, you have also seen, I am now taken away by someone and fixed the original spirit and body, although I am immortal and immortal, but I am trapped in this all day long, and it is like perishing, so I hope you can help me find my head!"

Yang Jian heard that the secret way was really not simple, so he said more cautiously: "Dao Ancestor, I don't know who your head is...... Uh, where do I find it?"

"I won't say who it is for the time being, I only know that he sealed my head in Da Luotian, if you can help me take it back, I owe you a cause and effect!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Jian's heart was pounding, you must know what a cause and effect of Heavenly Dao Hongjun means can be imagined.

After thinking about it, Yang Jian still asked uneasily: "Dao Ancestor, although it is a little bad for the younger generation to be like this, what I want to say is, if I can help you find your head, can I become holy?"

After saying this, Yang Jian looked at Hongjun Daoren with a nervous face, waiting for his answer.

He is actually taking a risk like this, after all, under the saints, they are all ants, according to the past, he can cultivate to the sub-saint is enough to burn high incense, the position of the saint has been decided, he is impossible.

But now, no matter whether this world is real or illusory, if this Hongjun Daoist in front of him is real, then if his cause and effect can be exchanged for the opportunity to become holy, it is simply shameless.

Hongjun Daoist seemed to be stunned by Yang Jian's condition, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Little friend, do you know that the number of Heavenly Dao Saints has been decided?"

Yang Jian's heart sank, and he nodded: "I know this, back then, Zixiao Palace determined that there were only six Heavenly Dao Saints, and all of them were destined!"

"That's right!"

Hongjun Daoist was silent for a while again, and said, "Of course, it is impossible for you to be a Heavenly Dao Saint, because the number of days has passed, but ......"

"But?" Yang Jian's heart was excited.

"Well, Hongyun once lost a copy of Hongmeng purple qi back then, although it turned into a fleeing one and disappeared into heaven and earth, but I know where Hongmeng purple qi is!"

Yang Jian's spirit was shocked: "Where is it?"

"Hehe!" Hongjun Daoist smiled: "Xiaoyou, I can tell you where this Hongmeng purple qi is, but you have to promise me to find my head and give it back to me!"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Dao Ancestor, then since this is the case, you should first tell the juniors about the situation in Da Luo Tianli, so that the juniors can also try it for you!"

"It's not necessary!" Hongjun Daoist smiled: "With your current strength, you will definitely die if you go to Da Luotian, I want you to agree, not to let you help me get back now, but when your strength is strong enough, I will take it again!"

Yang Jian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and promised: "Dao Ancestor, since this is the case, then it's nothing, you say, how far do I have to cultivate before I can go to Da Luo Tian to help you get your head back?"

"Yasheng Peak!"

Hongjun Daoist slowly spit out four words.

Yang Jian's heart was shocked at the same time, but his heart was also completely relaxed, after all, the peak of Yasheng was too far away for him, and he exchanged a condition that he didn't know if he could achieve in the future to the whereabouts of Hongmeng Purple Qi, which was like pie in the sky.

"Little friend, don't get me wrong!" At this time, Hongjun Daoren said lightly: "Although I'm not in a hurry for you to go now, I can't wait for you for endless years, so you must complete a task I gave you to prove your potential, and I will tell you the whereabouts of Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

Yang Jian's heart tightened, the secret path was really not so simple, he took a deep breath, and he said in a deep voice: "Dao Ancestor, please speak!"

"Well, it's actually simple!" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Hongjun Daoren's mouth: "As long as you can kill your grandfather, I believe you have this potential!"

"What!?"

Yang Jian's face changed greatly, and he even glared at Hongjun Daoren with an angry face: "Dao Ancestor, what do you mean by this?"

"Yang Jian, I've finished speaking, the choice is up to you!" As he spoke, Hongjun Daoist waved his hand slightly, and Yang Jian suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and when he came back to his senses, he had returned to the tree at the door of his hometown in the northeast.

The grandfather who disappeared before is still smoking the welding fume one by one......

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