"Luck, this is to divide my Shinto luck!" Fuxi Nuwa and the other Shinto gods looked at the river of Shinto luck that had been separated, and while their faces showed shock, a trace of anger flashed in their eyes.

Since the ancient Cangli clan established the Shinto, the flood and desolation luck is based on Shinto as the mainstream, and all living beings in the flood and desolation are practicing Shinto, and this long river of luck is said to be the long river of flood and desolation, but it is better to say that it is the long river of Shinto.

Even if the Protoss has experienced several catastrophes, after Hongjun Luo preached about immortals and demons, the dominance of this Shinto luck has not been shaken, and now, after this Hongjun is sanctified, he wants to share the luck of Shinto, how can they deal with themselves?

It's just that at the same time of anger, they can't help but feel a sense of powerlessness, for Hongjun, a saint, to suppress the great power of the long river of luck, even if they know that Hongjun is distracting from the divine luck, they can't stop it at all, and they can't stop it, they can only watch Hongjun snatch the divine luck and promote the immortal way.

Compared with the anger and powerlessness of Fu Xi and others, Sanqing Zhen Yuanzi, who has already embarked on the immortal road, has a strong joy in their hearts, the immortal road is established, and the future of these immortal people can be expected, how can they not like it!

The long river of luck is divided, and one of the rivers is attracted and constantly moves closer to the long river of immortal luck.

Hongjun didn't seem to be satisfied with the speed of fusion, his eyes couldn't help but look at another long river of luck, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he slapped it above his head, only to see a gray Qingyun appear from the top of his head, Qingyun threw down a purple light, and merged into the long river of immortal luck.

"Qinglian Daoyou!" Then Hongjun suddenly shouted at Zhou Yu.

When Zhou Yu heard this, he immediately reacted, took a step forward, and was in the same column as Hongjun, and then suddenly slapped his forehead, and a cyan Qingyun appeared from the top of his head, and he also threw down a purple light and integrated into the long river of immortal luck.

With the help of Hongjun and the two of them, the Immortal Dao suddenly shook the long river of luck, swallowing the river of luck in an instant, and then sent out a huge attraction again, dragging another separated Divine Dao river of luck and constantly approaching the long river of immortal luck.

"Could it be that my Shinto has really declined?" Looking at Hongjun and Zhou Yu's movements, a deep sadness rose in the hearts of all the Shinto gods, sad for Shinto!

Hongjun wants to contain all the luck of the Shinto into the immortal path!

If another Divine Dao luck was really swallowed by the Hongjun Immortal Dao, then these gods would have no other way but to devote themselves to the Immortal Dao!

"Definitely!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded above the long river of luck.

Then everyone felt that an invisible force swept across the entire long river of luck, and a great force suppressed another river of divine luck.

"Fellow Daoist, you've passed!" I saw an incomparably majestic figure appear from the Divine Dao Fortune River, and the figure just stood on top of the Divine Luck River, suppressing a Divine Luck River, preventing it from continuing to approach the Immortal Dao Fortune River.

"This is ......" At the moment when the Bu Zhou clan appeared, the eyes of everyone below showed an incredible look, who would have thought that when the Shinto luck was about to be completely devoured by the Immortal Dao, a person would suddenly appear to freeze the Shinto luck and confront Hongjun.

"It turned out to be him!" Just when everyone was shocked in their hearts, Fu Xi suddenly said on the side.

Fu Xi's words shocked everyone, and they all looked over, only to see Di Jun's eyes flashing, and he asked first,

"Fuxi Daoyou, do you know who this person is in front of you?"

"This is my Shinto Harmony God!" Nuwa suddenly interjected, but she didn't explain who he really was.

"The Great God of the Divine Way of Harmony?" everyone's hearts suddenly shook, and some of the gods even looked at the phantom shadow on the long river of luck with incredible expressions, obviously they knew what the Harmony represented.

Compared with those gods, those who had already embarked on the immortal path were very puzzled by Nuwa's words, and only heard Taiqing Daoist ask,

"Dare to ask Daoyou, why is Hedao?"

"Those who are in harmony with the Tao, who are in harmony with heaven and earth, can be compared to saints!" Fu Xi on the side flashed his eyes and said.

"It's comparable to a saint!" everyone heard this, their bodies shook, just this sentence, let them understand what kind of existence it is to come to the Dao, and the gods who originally had the idea of investing in the immortal path for Hongjun's sanctification have reversed their thoughts,

There are saints in the fairy way, and they don't have the existence of Shinto, and Shinto doesn't seem to be weaker than the fairy way!

......

Above, two huge rivers of luck were opposed to each other, and after devouring half of the Shinto luck at this time, the Immortal Way luck river had grown to the same size as the Shinto luck river.

On the long river of luck, Hongjun and Buzhou stood on the long river of luck and confronted each other.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean!" I saw that Hongjun's body suddenly burst out with a vast momentum, making the long river of luck below set off rolling waves.

"The Divine Way cannot be missed!" No, Zhou's pair of snow-white eyes glanced indifferently at the long river of immortal luck, and then looked at Hongjun and said expressionlessly.

The indifferent voice expressed his determination, the Shinto can make a way for the immortal way, but it must not be swallowed by the immortal way.

Hearing this, Hongjun's eyes flashed, he took a deep look at Bu Zhou, and then looked at Zhou Yu beside him, and asked,

"What do Qinglian Daoist friends think?"

There was a hint of questioning and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I am a person of the Immortal Dao!" Zhou Yu didn't know the meaning of Hongjun's words, he was clearly questioning his position, this point Zhou Yu had already decided a long time ago, Qinglian is an immortal, not Zhou's is a god, although it is one, but luck is not connected.

Hearing this, Hongjun looked at Zhou Yu, his eyes flashed, and he seemed to be thinking about something. It didn't take long for Hongjun to take his eyes off Zhou Yu, look at Bu Zhou again, nodded, and agreed,

"Yes!"

When the words fell, he stretched out his hand and stroked the long river of luck, only to see that the long river of immortal luck suddenly shook, and the attraction suddenly converged, and he no longer wanted to pull the rest of the long river of luck.

Seeing this, Chong Hongjun nodded, and his body suddenly turned into points of light and disappeared on the long river of luck.

At the same time, the voice of the Bu Zhou clan sounded above the long river of luck,

"Since then, the immortals and gods have stood side by side!"

Hongjun stood in the long river of luck, staring at the direction of Buzhou's disappearance, the brilliance in his eyes flowing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey!" Suddenly, Hongjun let out a light sigh and waved his sleeves towards everyone below, and everyone felt a flower in front of them, but when they reappeared, they appeared in Zixiao Palace.

I saw Hongjun sitting on the high platform, looking at the people with different expressions below, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he muttered for a while, saying,

"This sermon is over, and in three thousand years, you can come to the Chaos Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon!"

The words fell, and the whole figure disappeared on the high platform in a flash.

The three thousand monks watched Hongjun disappear, although they had their own thoughts about the previous changes, but they still respectfully bowed to the high platform Yingying, and said, "Thank you, saint, for spreading our avenue." ”r