At this point, the battle was over, and the will of heaven that shrouded Zixiao Palace quietly dispersed.

Suddenly, a famous god stood up from the ground, and directly surrounded the twelve ancestral witches with a quick step, and said one by one with an unkind expression: "Dijiang, hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

"Wu Clan, you are all walking the path of law enlightenment, it is a waste to take Hongmeng purple qi, hand it over!"

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, do you know what you're doing? Hongmeng Purple Qi is not something you can have, hand it over!"

“......”

There is no way, Hongmeng purple qi is too precious to them, but in such a situation, it was taken by the ancestral witch, which is definitely something they cannot tolerate and accept.

Even if they knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were powerful and knew that they would be invincible if they joined forces, they had to gamble, as long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches handed over the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they would have the possibility of fighting again.

"What is in the hands of my Wu clan is not being handed over!"

However, Di Jiang and the other ancestral witches did not want to compromise on this, after snorting coldly in their mouths, Di Jiang directly put the Hongmeng purple qi into his small space, and then the twelve ancestral witches were full of fighting spirit, not afraid of the threat of the gods, and had the urge to fight with them.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the arena was getting more and more intense, and it was even about to evolve into a conflict of fighting methods, Hongjun on the high platform took the lead in getting angry, and the momentum around him burst out, and he shouted in a low voice: "Silence!"

For a while, the muffled grunt continued.

Under the power of Hongjun, no one could resist it at all, and between the corners of a famous innate god's mouth, the original crazy demeanor also stabilized, and after turning around and glancing at Hongjun on the high platform, cold sweat fell.

There's no way, they just lost their minds because of the loss of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and now after their minds return, they don't know what taboo they and others have committed, this is Zixiao Palace, but Hongjun's dojo, they want to conflict here, it's really a little irrational.

Especially looking at Hongjun's ruthless and indifferent eyes, most people couldn't help but shudder at this moment, prostrate on the ground, and shouted in unison: "Dao Ancestor atonement!"

"Dao Ancestor atonement!"

“......”

In this regard, Hongjun's eyes flashed coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't yet joined the Tao and needed the existence of this group of people, he would now have the urge to wipe them out.

This group of people is not Emperor Jun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they are not the Lord of the Tribulation, they do not have the protection of Heavenly Dao luck, it is easy for Hongjun to kill them.

"That's it!"

With a sigh, Hongjun suppressed the emotions in his heart, waved his hand and said, "Return to your original position!"

"I will preach for 3,000 years, and I will solve your doubts for 300 years!"

"After this preaching, the poor path will merge with the way of heaven and return to the way of heaven, and from now on, the flood will be managed and controlled by future saints, I hope you can work hard to cultivate and become holy!"

After speaking, Hongjun was silent, but the aura around his body also began to change, giving people a feeling of being a little mysterious and mysterious.

This scene suddenly made the gods present breathe a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly returned to their seats and sat down, although there was no futon, no one dared to express any dissatisfaction, one by one sat cross-legged, quickly packed up their minds and prepared to meet Hongjun's sermon.

Including Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng and others, they also sat down and waited at this moment.

Hongjun wants to use the strength of their group of people to join forces, and Dijun and others also want to use Hongjun's preaching to peek into their future path, but no one dares to ignore this situation related to their future future.

After about three hours, the gods finished pranayama, and Hongjun on the high platform began his last sermon: "The Tao is nameless, all things are one, the way of the saint, immortal and immortal......"

As Hongjun spoke, his voice spread throughout Zixiao Palace at a speed visible to the naked eye, surrounding the ears of the gods, and then it was reported that Zixiao Palace entered the square, and the golden lotuses scattered in the sky, and the monks in the square also settled down and began to cultivate.

Unlike the three thousand gods in the Zixiao Palace, most of the monks on the square are not enough in cultivation, so they are currently mainly focusing on improving their cultivation, and there are really few who can understand the content of Hongjun's three lectures.

At this point, the three stresses have officially begun!

As the gods fell into enlightenment, time flew by and two thousand years passed in a blink of an eye.

For two thousand years, Zixiao Palace was still preaching in full swing, but the flood famine also completely entered the chaos.

For two thousand years, although there was Emperor Jun's second primordial god guarding his life, and Kong Xuan guarding the endless starry sky, the hatred between the lich demons has also become more and more intense, from the initial small-scale conflict, which has now evolved into a large-scale battle, and the two sides almost never meet to die.

The most important thing is that the Seventeen Heavens where the Demon Emperor Palace is located have been blocked, the endless starry sky has also been blocked, and the Pangu Hall has also been blocked.

Both the witch clan and the demon clan have lost the leadership of the absolute dominant, the emperor, Kong Xuan and the three of them are trapped and unable to get out, the two lich clans are not fighting, and the Wu army led by Xingtian, Chiyou and other great witches is fighting wildly with the demon army led by Emperor Yi, Emperor Jiu and Emperor Thirteen Princes.

One of the most unexpected is the Wu Clan's Xingtian, who unexpectedly mastered the law of power that belongs to the Pangu lineage, not only soaring in combat power but also entered the realm of the ancestral witch for some reason, and his combat power is comparable to the quasi-saint Great Perfection, plus the giant axe transformed by the Pangu axe spirit in his hand, even if it is the Emperor One, the Ninth and the Emperor Thirteen can only barely deal with it.

Although the three brothers of the emperor are weaker, the death of the seven brothers also made them learn from the pain, and one by one they have cultivated to the point of the late stage of quasi-sainthood, although they cannot defeat Xingtian, but it is not a problem to drag Xingtian, plus the existence of millions of demon gods, the demon clan is not left behind.

In just a few hundred years, the entire flood has been devastated, and the battle of the lich has intensified, countless living beings have been affected, and the luck of the two races has declined at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

One day, the top witch of the Wu clan was seriously injured and dying in an ambush on the way to the tribe, and happened to be encountered by a passing demon god, who happened to master an innate spirit treasure to kill it and bring it back to his head to cause a sensation.

One day, Emperor Jiu was ambushed and seriously injured by someone on a patrol, and was besieged by a group of witches and almost died.

One-day ......