Chapter 8: Three Corpses in One

In a short time, they were already ready to sacrifice to the heavens. Di Jun and Tai Yi stood in front of the altar, ready to set up a table to worship the sky. The two looked at each other, then spoke loudly towards the vast sky.

"The way of heaven is above, my demon clan came into being, and the clansmen are all over the desolate land, and now with the desolate land as the foundation, the chaotic bell and the river Tuluo book are used to suppress the luck, the demon clan, stand!"

As soon as Emperor Jun finished praying, the sky descended from the golden lotus made of merit, of which fifty percent belonged to Emperor Jun and Taiyi, three percent went to the demon saints who watched the ceremony, and the remaining two percent were sprinkled to the demon clan.

After gaining merit, the cultivation of Di Jun and Tai Yi immediately increased, and Di Jun suddenly reached the realm of the early stage of the quasi-saint, and Tai Yi also stepped into the quasi-saint with one foot, and he was about to leave the other foot at the door. Cultivation for such an increase saved the two of them a thousand years of penance.

And after the demon saints of the demon clan have gained merit, their cultivation has also improved, especially Bi Fangying's ten demon saints, they are the cultivation of the late stage of Da Luo Jin Xian, and they are only one foot away from the peak of the realm, and now after getting the merit of the clan, their cultivation has increased dramatically, and they have successfully stepped into the realm of the peak of Da Luo Jin Xian.

There was such a big movement on the side of the demon clan, especially the loud shout of Di Jun's "Demon Clan, Li!", but with the help of the power of the Heavenly Dao, it resounded throughout the entire flood wilderness, and the beings in the flood wilderness suddenly had a feeling of wanting to come to the world, just like when the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans first established their clans.

The two clans of the Lich have established clans, and some of the great powers of the desolation are also extremely surprised, and they can obtain such great merit by virtue of the clan alone, which shows that the two clans are blessed with unique fortune and long luck, and they are no worse than the three clans of the dragon and phoenix and the unicorn of the year, and even surpass the three clans of the dragon and phoenix and the unicorn of the year.

Flood famine, not Zhou Mountain, in the Pangu Palace.

Except for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the rest of the Eleven Ancestral Witches all had gloomy faces. They didn't expect that not long after their Wu clan was established, the demon clan would also follow suit. And the most important thing is that the merit and luck of the demon clan are no less than those of his own witch clan.

This point made a group of ancestral witches feel very unhappy, their ancestors were transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu's father, and there was more merit in opening the heavens, and it was normal for the Wu clan to have such luck and merit. But the demon clan, how can they also get such luck and merit.

"I didn't expect those guys from the Demon Clan to follow closely behind our Wu Clan, it's really hateful!" Gonggong's eyes were gloomy, his face was pale, and he said fiercely.

"But it's not, this person of the demon clan can't fight against our Wu clan at all, but now it's good, not only are there people who lead the clan, but also come to steal luck from us..."

Hearing this, the other ancestors also echoed one after another, only Houtu and Dijiang bowed their heads and remained silent. Houtu is kind-hearted and doesn't want the lich to go to war, because that would kill and injure a lot of people. Di Jiang didn't expect these two people who unified the demon clan to be so powerful, and they established the clan as soon as they were unified.

"Now that the demon clan has a real king, its strength is not as good as before, and at this time, it is even more established, and its luck is not weaker than my Wu clan, but it can compete with my Wu clan..."Di Jiang frowned slightly, and said slowly.

"Hmph, if they dare to be too arrogant, I will go to their lair and see how they fight with my Wu clan..."

"Yes, yes, the sixth brother is right..."

"The sixth brother is right, hit their lair..."

"Hey... , This matter will be left alone for the time being, you have to cultivate well, as long as the cultivation is raised, no matter how strong the demon clan is, we don't have to be afraid..."Di Jiang waved his hand, but said earnestly. Although the Wu clan is warlike, this is not the time to go to war, and the development of their Wu clan and the cultivation of the clan are important.

"I know the big brother!" all the ancestors and witches bowed their heads slightly when they heard this. After thinking about it, they also understood the meaning of Dijiang's words.

"Let's go back and urge the clansmen to cultivate!" Di Jiang stood up and said. Although the twelve ancestral witches are all masters of the quasi-saint realm, but below, except for those great witches, the cultivation of other witch clans is still not enough.

When the ancestors and witches listened, they also got up one after another, bowed their hands slightly towards the emperor, and left the Pangu Palace, headed towards their respective tribes, and taught their own people.

East China Sea, Penglai Immortal Island, Penglai Pavilion.

Luo Tian, who was comprehending Hongmeng Avenue, opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the desolate land, his eyes flashed, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. After a few breaths, I heard him say slowly, "I didn't expect that the two lich clans would be established so quickly..."

At the end, Luo Tian said again, "Emperor Jun and Taiyi, have you also unified the demon clan?

Above the desolation, thirty-three days away, in the chaotic world.

There is a huge mountain here, and the mountain is like the ocean of the town, Weining Yaohai, what is indescribable is that momentum. And there are many strange rocks on the mountain, cutting the wall and the strange peaks. There are also longevity deer fairy foxes in the forest, there are spirit birds and cranes on the trees, Yao grass and strange flowers are not grateful, green pines and cypresses are elusive. A ravine vine is dense, and the grass of the original embankment on all sides is new.

This mountain is Yujing Mountain. And on Yujing Mountain, there is a splendid palace. The treasure Tianhua Immortal is steaming, and even the palace gate here is different from other places, which is particularly majestic and solid. Brilliant light flashes constantly, making the palace glow with colorful colors.

Above the palace gate, there is a golden plaque, and the book has three quaint and simple words of "Zixiao Palace" condensed by the trajectory of the Tao. A trace of mystical meaning emanates from these three words. If someone comprehends it, it will be no problem to break through to the quasi-saint realm.

Inside the palace, however, is an incomparably spacious hall that can accommodate thousands of people sitting cross-legged at the same time. At this time, above the main hall, there is a futon, and on the futon sits a middle-aged man, whose face is like a knife, and he is not angry and arrogant. This person is Hongjun Daoist.

Hongjun has been enlightening here since he cut off his self-corpse after Rahu's self-explosion more than 3,000 years ago, striving for the unity of the three corpses and becoming holy.

In the past 3,000 years, Hongjun has finally understood the way of the three corpses thoroughly, and only needs the three corpses to become holy. At this time, it was the best time, and Hongjun was only making the final preparations.

"Buzz!"

Hongjun opened his eyes violently, the essence of light flashed in his eyes, and countless trajectories intertwined and emerged, outlining a mysterious pattern. Immediately afterwards, he saw Hongjun wave his hand, and three golden rays of light shot out from his body, and then turned into three Taoists who looked like him in front of him, which were the three corpses of good and evil self.

Hongjun nodded slightly towards the three corpses, and said, "In this way, the three Taoist friends will work hard..."The three corpses smiled when they heard this, "We are one, why do we have to work hard, let's start to be united..."

Hongjun nodded, and the Qingyun above his head rose, and in the misty and lingering Qingyun, the Creation Jade Disc was suspended in it, and a mysterious meaning emanated.

Immediately after, a strange handprint formed in Hongjun's hand. After a few handprints, a new, mystical character was formed in front of him. Then, with a wave of his hand, Hongjun punches the character into the evil corpse.

Then, he made up the mudra again, and another character made of the handprint punched into the body of the good corpse. Hongjun didn't stop, and punched the characters condensed into the last self corpse.

At this moment, Hongjun's eyes became extremely solemn, and a solemn color appeared on his face. He had a seal in his hand and a spell like words in his mouth.

"Pure inaction, clear mind, the way of the three corpses, is for the mixed element, the three corpses in one, the way of preaching...... Three corpses in one, condensation!"

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