Not only that, but as Lao Tzu opened his eyes, the figure standing beside him quietly saluted: "Poor Dao Li Er, I have seen the deity!"

Hearing this, Lao Tzu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stood up from his seat, and he didn't care about the existence of Hongjun on the high platform, and said slightly stunned: "You are me, Taoist friends don't have to be polite!"

In the next second, Lao Tzu's whole body was filled with breath, and his cultivation was boiling and he directly entered the point of quasi-saint consummation, and he climbed rapidly with momentum, although he had not yet entered the level of pseudo-saint, but it was not far behind.

After half a sound, the aura on Lao Tzu's body stabilized, and the Taoist who called himself Li Er turned his head and nodded to everyone in the field, and his body flew back to Lao Tzu's eyebrows with a shake.

"It's ...... Self-corpse!"

"Lao Tzu has cut out three corpses!"

"My God, he has successfully beheaded three corpses, as long as the three corpses are integrated into the Hongmeng Purple Qi, wouldn't he be sanctified on the ground!"

This scene suddenly stunned the gods in the field, and looked at Lao Tzu standing there at the moment one by one, with a look of disbelief and envy and hatred in his eyes.

Three corpses!

Lao Tzu actually cut out the third corpse, which definitely caught everyone off guard, including Hongjun on the high platform.

The third corpse is the self-corpse, it stands to reason that the person who can cut out this corpse is absolutely one in ten thousand, but Lao Tzu succeeded, once the three corpses are integrated into the Tao and become holy, I am afraid that it is enough to be comparable to the Hongjun of the past preaching, and the combat power directly reaches the Great Perfection of the Flood Wilderness Sage, which is simply too much surpassing others.

"Big brother!"

In the crowd, Donghuang Tai consciously clenched his fists, and at this moment he also felt a sense of crisis and urgency.

Lao Tzu beheaded three corpses and obtained Hongmeng purple qi, and it was a sure thing to preach and sanctify, but although they had gained some understanding through these years of preaching, they still did not have any opportunity to impact the pseudo-saints, let alone preach sanctification.

"No problem!"

Coming back to his senses, Di Jun took a deep breath and said: "Lao Tzu is certainly a threat to behead three corpses, but there will not be many people who can accomplish this from him, including Primordial and Tongtian, to the point of beheading three corpses!"

"Therefore, the top priority now is to enter the pseudo-saint level as soon as possible, and only after entering this level can we start the plan and plan to become holy. ”

After speaking, Di Jun's gaze subconsciously looked towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches not far away.

He knew that for a long time to come, he would be facing the Twelve Ancestral Witches who represented the Wu Clan, so he had to figure out how powerful this group of people had reached.

I don't know if I don't see it, but this look also surprised Di Jun.

Not for anything else, at this moment, the mana of the twelve ancestral witches has reached the level of the late stage of quasi-sainthood, especially Di Jiang and Candle Jiuyin, who have reached the point of quasi-saint consummation, plus the powerful ancestral witch true body, in terms of combat power, it is definitely a more ruthless existence than the other.

"Damn it!"

Subconsciously clenched his fists, Di Jun's inner emotions were extremely complicated, and Hongjun Sanjiao directly greatly improved the level of the Honghuang Divine Mansion, but for him and Donghuang Taiyi, who were at the level of the quasi-saint Great Perfection, the improvement was too little and too little.

In this case, if he can't find a way to enter the pseudo-saint level as soon as possible, Di Jun can be sure that everything occupied by the demon clan will shrink greatly by then, and even ......

"Ding! System upgrade complete!"

"Ding! Release Mission: The Emperor is Coming!"

"The Emperor is coming: Please train a descendant to become a quasi-saint of the Great Perfection, and complete the task to reward the art of merging!Note: The art of merging is the combination of the deity and the second elemental god, so as to exert the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods!"

System upgrade?

The quest again?

What's going on!

Raising his eyebrows, Di Jun withdrew his gaze at the Twelve Ancestors without moving, but he also asked in his heart: "System, what the hell is going on!"

"You can now take the initiative to post tasks?"

It's a pity that his questioning system ignored it, as if it had never existed, and there was no sound, making Di Jun wonder if he had auditory hallucinations just now.

But soon, Dijun calmed down.

After all, this place is Zixiao Palace, Hongjun and Tiandao are paying attention to this place, and the system really can't answer him rashly, in case it is detected, it will be JJ.

Thinking of this, Di Jun didn't think about anything else, and looked at Donghuang Taiyi: "Taiyi, let's go, it's time for us to leave!"

After speaking, Di Jun stood up from his seat directly, although Hongjun said that he would have to answer for the gods for three hundred years, but he didn't have that mind anymore.

He knew very well that Hongjun could not answer his questions, nor could he foolishly tell him the way to enter the pseudo-saint, rather than wasting time here, it was better to leave as soon as possible and return to the desolation.

"Okay, big brother!"

agreed, Donghuang Taiyi also knew that Hongjun could not have any good advice to his brother, so he was naturally unwilling to continue to stay.

Immediately, the two brothers stood up and stepped forward to leave.

Not only him, but also some of the gods in the field were also ready to leave at the moment, after all, after seeing Lao Tzu successfully cut out the three corpses, the stimulation given to them was a bit huge.

The most important thing is that now that Hongmeng Purple Qi has been fought over, there is only one way in front of them, that is, to preach the Tao by the Law of Transformation, to preach the Tao of merit, to preach the Tao of Qi Luck or to preach the Tao with strength.

But deflecting and cultivating is by no means a simple matter, they have to go back and think about it, whether to kill the three corpses or take another path, and some of the monks who have cultivated the Qi Luck Dao because of Di Jun's actions back then are also ready to move again at this moment.

After all, compared to the three corpses who have no hope, there is no threshold for the Qi Luck Dao, and they have already set foot to complete the foundation building, as long as they get enough Qi Luck, they can quickly improve themselves.

And all this must be based on absolute luck, they have no hope in the desolation, but the three thousand worlds that Di Jun told are hope, and the latter is about to sell a thousand worlds, they must strengthen their own heritage as soon as possible, only in this way can they ensure the ownership of the death abyss from Di Jun's hands.

"Wait a minute, everybody!"

However, at this moment, Hongjun on the high platform suddenly spoke.

Immediately afterwards, a ban rose and directly enveloped Zixiao Palace, and Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, who had just walked to the door, were also stopped by him.

"Damn it!"

"Can't get out!"

After a few attempts and couldn't force him to leave, Di Jun's brows furrowed slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Hongjun on the high platform, and said with a very bad face: "Dao Ancestor, what do you mean, don't you want me to leave alive?"