Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years had passed!

On this day, Hongjun's Taoism was paused!

On this day, the desolate powers and innate gods in Zixiao Palace opened their eyes!

On this day, the path of quasi-saints, the path of false saints, and even the way of saints are all mastered by living beings, but whether they can enter it depends on personal chance.

"It's over?"

"It doesn't seem like the right time!"

"Three thousand years seem like a year less!"

A flash of light burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and Di Jun raised his head to look at Hongjun sitting on the high platform, but his eyes were full of doubts.

For nothing else, the latter said that he would preach for three thousand years, but now it is only two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, and there is still one year left to be counted in it, although the vast majority of monks are not aware of it, but Di Jun can be sure that he is not wrong.

"Deliberately missing the next year?"

"Deliberately missing the key to sanctification?"

"Hongjun, you really still have selfish intentions!"

Muttering inwardly, Di Jun stood up from the ground, turned around and wanted to leave with Donghuang Taiyi and the others.

Since Hongjun deliberately omitted the key to the next year and sanctification, it can be seen that he did not intend to pass it on, or that he intended to leave this last paragraph for the third lecture, or ......

Not only him, but also Donghuang Taiyi, Zhen Yuanzi, the Twelve Ancestors and others also stood up and prepared to leave at this moment.

After two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years of preaching, everyone has gained a lot, and now they can't wait to go back and sort out this harvest, and even impact the quasi-holy realm.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, Hongjun's voice suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, Di Jun and the others, who were about to leave, all followed with their footsteps, and subconsciously turned their heads to look at Hongjun who was sitting on the high platform, with a look of confusion and confusion in their eyes.

Under the gaze of all the monks, Hongjun didn't care, he didn't even open his eyes, and said indifferently: "There is still a year before the three thousand years are full, and I have something to announce!"

Something to announce?

Could it be Hongmeng purple gas!

His pupils shrank, Di Jun's footsteps paused, and he turned to look at Hongjun, and the thought of leaving faded away.

Not for anything else, because once Hongjun dares to send Hongmeng Purple Qi down at this time, then Sanqing and the others will become the target of public criticism, and he can take this opportunity to plan at that time.

Under such circumstances, the creatures in the hall returned to their original positions one after another, looking at Hongjun with a look of expectation and doubt, but everyone did not dare to ask anything rashly.

On the contrary, Sanqing and the others, who were Hongjun's disciples, did not take this aspect into account, and after glancing at each other, they immediately asked, "Dare to ask Shizun what is the matter?"

"Without him, Fen Baoer!"

Opening his eyes, Hongjun's gaze scanned the audience and said: "I feel that there is a lack of spiritual treasures in the wilderness, and the invasion of the demon clan is imminent, so I want to give you the innate spiritual treasures collected this year!"

What the!

Divide the innate spirit treasure!

The pupils shrank, except for Di Jun, who had been prepared for a long time, the desolate creatures in the entire hall were excited at this moment.

Innate Spirit Treasure!

Except for a few people who have mastered the innate spirit treasure, most of the rest use the acquired spirit treasure, and now Hongjun actually wants to divide the innate spirit treasure he has collected, which is definitely a big deal.

Moreover, the method of beheading three corpses requires the innate spirit treasure as a medium, if there is an innate spirit treasure divided by Hongjun, wouldn't it mean that he can first cut off a corpse and surpass the Da Luo Jin Immortal and enter the ranks of quasi-saints?

Thinking of this, no one can calm down, breathe rapidly, and the excited body trembles slightly.

"Thank you, Master!"

Almost in an instant, Lao Tzu, Primordial, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhun Ti prostrate on the ground for the first time, and in front of the innate spiritual treasure, the so-called dignity and the so-called face became unimportant.

And with the movements of the six people, the desolate creatures in the hall also woke up like a dream, and one by one they prostrate on the ground and said with a pious expression: "Thank you Daozu!"

"Thank you, Daozu!"

"Thank you Daozu ......"

In this regard, Hongjun didn't care, ignoring the pair of blazing eyes looking at him, with a move of his right hand, he could see that the two qi of yin and yang were tumbling, surrounded by yin and yang fish, and a volume of Taiji diagram appeared.

"It's ......"

Seeing the Taiji diagram, the desolate creatures in the hall breathed rapidly, and the rich innate aura fluctuated, which was definitely an existence at the level of the innate treasure.

Taking in the eyes of all the monks in the audience, Hongjun stretched out his hand and grabbed the Taiji diagram and said: "This thing says: Taiji diagram, it is the innate treasure of the broken Pangu axe in Pangu's hand!"

"Lao Tzu, you are my own disciple, this thing is given to you!"

After speaking, Hongjun threw the innate treasure Taiji diagram to Lao Tzu without blinking his eyes.

"Smack!"

Stretched out his hand to take it, under the envious and jealous gaze of countless monks, Rao is Lao Tzu couldn't help but make waves at this moment, and hurriedly put it into the sea of knowledge, bowed down and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Hmm!"

Nodding, Hongjun did not hesitate, and with another move of his right hand, he could see the chaotic qi rolling, and a long banner appeared and was grabbed by him, and the innate aura exuded from his body was no worse than the Taiji diagram.

After doing all this, Hongjun continued to speak: "This thing is called the Pangu Flag, which is the fragment of the Pangu Axe turned into an innate treasure!"

"Primitive, you are my personal disciple, and this thing will give you a talisman!"

After speaking, Hongjun waved his right hand, and the Pangu Banner instantly appeared in the original hand.

"Pangu Flag!"

Swallowing his saliva, his primitive eyes were blazing and staring at the long banner in his hand as if he had seen a peerless beauty, and he put it into the sea of knowledge with a look of ecstasy, and then prostrate on the ground and said: "Thank you for the reward!"

"Hmm!"

Nodding, Hongjun didn't say anything else, his eyes took a deep look at Tongtian, who was about to move, and then with a move of his right hand, four murderous long swords quietly appeared beside him.

I saw that these four long swords were neither gold nor silver, neither copper nor iron, and their evil aura was incomparable, even if they did not have the strong innate treasure aura of Taijitu and Pangu Banner, but they were not much worse.

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian!"

"Oh my God, how could it be them!"

The exclamation resounded, and many of the gods in the hall who had passed through the Dao Demon Great Array couldn't help but stand up from the ground at this moment, stretching out their necks one by one to stare at the four murderous long swords, their eyes full of greed, blazing and possessive desire.

Compared with the reputation of Taijitu and Pangu Banner, the four swords of Zhuxian are famous, and the former demon ancestor Luo Hu relied on the four swords of Zhuxian to dominate the western part of the desolate wilderness, especially its last sword, which directly destroyed the entire western part of the desolate wilderness and made it a place of poverty.