Hearing what Hongyun said, the corners of the mouth showed a hint of an unknown smile.

hurriedly rushed to Hongyun's side, sat on the futon, and then thanked Hongyun:

"Thank you Brother Dao, thank you Brother Dao, it's my junior brother ......"

Looking at Zhun Ti, who was still crying, Hongyun looked embarrassed.

first glanced at Sanqing, and Sanqing's eyes were cold and indifferent.

Then he glanced at Nuwa, but saw Fu Xi standing behind Nuwa smiling fiercely at him, so he had to turn his head and say to Kunpeng who was sitting:

"Or, Brother Dao, you also have a seat for Zhun Ti, right? After all, it is not easy for Zhun Ti Daoist friends to ......"

Kunpeng's eyes glowed coldly, and he snorted coldly:

"He doesn't have a place, what am I doing? Just stand and listen!"

When Zhun Ti heard this, he cried even louder.

Daozu Hongjun, who was sitting on the high platform, was looking at his nose and nose, and he looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

However, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, who had been listening to Zhun Ti's crying, was a little impatient:

"But what virtue do you have to sit with us and listen to the sermon when you are wet and oval, and you wear hair and horns?"

Hearing this, Kunpeng's eyes flashed with fierceness.

It's almost like pointing his nose and scolding him for being better than his mother.

But looking at Sanqing, who was in the same breath, Kunpeng still gave up the desire to squirt back.

A primitive, he wasn't very afraid, but Sanqing, he was really a little overwhelmed.

And this glance happened to be the same as the primitive, Kunpeng's face became more and more red, and finally glanced at Hongyun who mentioned the end of the conversation, and left his seat with his sleeves.

And Zhun Ti also sat down immediately, and after thanking the good old man Hongyun, he restrained his crying and prepared to listen.

Seeing that the seat had been set and the time had come, Hongjun sighed lightly, and then began to preach.

For a while, the sky was full of flowers, the ground was surging with golden lotus, and the sound of the avenue echoed in the entire Zixiao Palace.

The sermon passed quickly, and after the sermon was over, and everyone thought it was all right, Hongjun spoke:

"After several calamities of the flood and famine, the weather has been completed, the way of heaven has been determined, but the path of cultivation has stopped at the sacred. ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone present nodded.

Everyone in Zixiao Palace is basically above the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the peak of Daluo is the top, and there is no way forward.

Even the Demon Emperor Jun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and even the Sanqing only walked a few more steps on the avenue, but they didn't know what the road ahead was.

Taishang Lao Tzu bowed his head and asked reverently:

"Dare to ask the teacher, how to become holy?"

Hongjun chuckled:

"After I am sanctified, I follow the past and look for the future, and there are three paths to sanctification.

They are to preach the Tao with strength, to preach the Tao by beheading three corpses, and to sanctify the Tao with merit!"

"However, it is too difficult to preach the Tao with strength, and even the great god Pangu has died on the path of enlightenment.

In the early days of Hongmeng, most of them were the method of beheading three corpses to preach the Tao, and after I became sanctified, I observed the way of heaven and found that there was also a method of merit and sanctification.

Of course, there are differences in the cultivation of combat power after each method of enlightenment, the strongest is of course the Tao with strength, and the weakest is the sanctification of merit.

Due to unavoidable reasons, I am about to merge with the Heavenly Dao and control Hongmeng, and under the Heavenly Dao, I must also have a saint to do it on my behalf. ”

Hongjun said this, and everyone present held their breath.

Immediately, Hongjun said to Taishang Laozi:

"Taishang Laozi is the incarnation of Pangu Yuanshen, the head of the Three Qings, with great merit, great luck, can be sanctified, and is my true disciple!"

Lao Tzu was immediately overjoyed, and immediately kowtowed:

"I would like to be a disciple of the teacher, thank you teacher!"

Then Hongjun looked at the primordial and Tongtian, both of which are one of the three Qings, and the two naturally also have great merit and great luck.

The two immediately bowed their heads and bowed to the teacher, respectfully calling Teacher Hongjun.

The Holy Throne has gone, and everyone else can't help but blush.

But these three people are also extremely virtuous, with amazing backgrounds, and it is not surprising that they can become holy.

Then Hongjun looked at Nuwa, who was sitting on the futon with an envious face.

Although Nuwa is also a Da Luo Jin Immortal, her cultivation is naturally a little short of Sanqing, but she heard Hongjun say:

"Nuwa, in the future, if you have great public virtue, you can also become a saint! You are willing to become my registered disciple!"

Nuwa looked confused, she really didn't expect this opportunity of sanctification to appear on her body,

Although it is different from Sanqing as a true disciple, it can be sanctified, which really surprised Nuwa.

Under the reminder of Fu Xi behind her, Nuwa also immediately kowtowed:

"Disciple Nuwa, meet the teacher!"

At this time, how could everyone in Zixiao Palace still not understand the meaning of those six futons.

This is the chance of sanctification!

Many people regretted it with a look on their faces, and Zhun Ti, who occupied the futon, immediately understood.

But after all, the futon came from the wrong way, and the two of them were afraid that Hongjun would change their minds, and then immediately kowtowed and cried:

"The West is barren, and the two poor people are entrusted by hundreds of millions of living beings in the West, and they ask the teacher to have mercy!"

"Please also ask the teacher to have mercy on the West!"

Hongjun sighed:

"The barrenness of the West also has a causal relationship with the poor road. ”

Everyone here also understood that the battle between Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Demon Ancestor Rahu was in the west.

Then Hongjun spoke:

"The two of you and Zhun Ti, in the future, find another way, have great wisdom and perseverance, and also have the opportunity to become a saint, you can be a named disciple for me!"

The guide and the quasi-mention were overjoyed in their hearts, and immediately thanked them:

"Thank you, teacher!"

And many people present were a little sneering at the two people in the West, this is really a crying holy position.

However, if crying can be exchanged for the holy throne, I am afraid that almost everyone present is willing to cry for three days and three nights!

It can only be said that there is no opportunity to receive the quasi-mention.

And Kunpeng on the side was about to grit his teeth at this time, he glanced at Yuan and Zhun Ti fiercely, and finally stared at the red cloud with the same gray face, with murderous intent in his eyes.

If it weren't for Hongyun, this chance of sanctification, he would also have a share of Kunpeng!

If you don't kill Hongyun, Kunpeng's obsession will be hard to get rid of!

Subsequently, Hongjun took out seven Hongmeng purple qi:

"If you want to become holy with merit, you must have the opportunity to be recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and this Hongmeng Purple Qi is the opportunity. ”

Subsequently, the six Hongmeng purple qi fell in front of Sanqing, Nuwa, and Zhun Ti respectively.

The six of them immediately put away this Hongmeng purple qi, while the others in the Zixiao Palace stared at the last Hongmeng purple qi.

Hongjun sighed:

"The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and it is a variable to escape from one side, this last Hongmeng purple qi depends on the fate of the rest of you. ”

Subsequently, Hongjun let go, and the other people present could not seize this ethereal Hongmeng purple qi under the suppression of Hongjun's qi machine.

In the end, in the eyes of everyone, Hongmeng purple qi fell into the hands of a stunned red-robed figure.

It's a red cloud!

The Kunpeng on the side was about to split at this time!