Hongjun's eyes glanced at the main hall, and all living beings were in their eyes.

A trace of Xuanhuang Qi emanated from his body, his face was strange and unpredictable, and he seemed to be the embodiment of the Tao.

With Tianxian in his mouth, he said to everyone in the main hall: "The five major disciples of my Xuanmen are already in place, as for the remaining three beginner disciples, ......"

His eyes were gloomy, and he had already turned his gaze to the two monks sitting in the first row of five or six, I don't know if it was an illusion, Zhang Ling seemed to see a trace of inexplicable meaning in Hongjun's gaze.

"The saint has no self and no self, he only has the way of heaven in his eyes, especially Hongjun is the spokesperson of the way of heaven in the future, as long as the general trend of heaven and earth remains unchanged, it will not appear, and there will be emotional fluctuations like this?" Zhang Ling was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't care, the thought just flashed, and he ignored it.

The mind of a saint can be easily figured out.

"Lead, Zhun Ti, you two and I originally only had the fate of hearing the Tao, but you and the two of you will have great opportunities, great perseverance, great perseverance, and will be self-reliant in the future, so I will accept the two of you as beginner disciples, although they are not personal disciples, but they are also under my discipleship. ”

His eyes were deep, and he said to the two of them: "Daomen and Shimen both belong to the same lineage as Xuanmen, if it is possible in the future, do not force them too much." Hongjun seemed to have stars circulating in his eyes, and he seemed to exhort the two of them, and seemed to ask.

Although he didn't know what Hongjun was talking about, he was very happy to be an introductory disciple of Hongjun Sage, not to mention, listening to the meaning of Hongjun's words, the two of them had greater achievements.

The two of them showed joy on their faces, and the sad expressions that had been hanging on their faces were slightly restrained.

Zhang Ling sighed softly in his heart, although he didn't know what Hongjun was referring to, but Zhang Ling, as a person in later generations, understood.

In the future, the introduction and Zhun Ti established the lineage of Shimen, although they both belonged to the Xuanmen, but they were enemies of the Daomen, and they were the gods of the catastrophe, and they almost wiped out the Daomen Sect and sent them to the list of gods, leaving only the commander of the light pole of the Taoist Tongtian.

Although Hongjun said that the two of them would have a chance to live on the Daomen in the future, he also understood that it was unlikely.

Under the catastrophe, who deserves to die, and who doesn't? As the leaders of the Liberation Sect, the two naturally want to release the sect, calculate the Daomen, and seize the luck of heaven and earth, even if Hongjun is the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he can't interfere, and can only use the heaven and earth artifact of the Fengshen List to leave some seeds for the Xuanmen.

He Zhun bowed down and said to Hongjun: "Thank you for the teacher's mercy, the disciple will definitely bless my Xuanmen with all his heart." ”

Of the three introductory disciples, two of them had already been taken up, but no one in the Zixiao Palace was unconvinced.

Both of them are great perseverance and have great luck. Zhun Ti is the innate Gengjin essence of the Bodhi branch transformation, the seven treasures in the hand of the tree is transformed from the body after the transformation, he is the innate god, a body of cultivation is unfathomable, at this time there is already a Taiyi Golden Immortal mid-stage cultivation, plus the best innate spirit treasure Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and he is one and the same, when using it, you can exert all your strength, even if you are on the Taiyi Golden Immortal late stage of the monk can not fall behind.

As for the introduction, it is even more mysterious, no one knows its origin in the wilderness, and perhaps only the Hongjun Sage knows its origin. His cultivation has reached the realm of transformation, and at this time, it is the cultivation of the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, which is even more surpassing than the Zhun Ti of the essence of the innate Gengjin and the Zhen Yuanzi who is the incarnation of the best innate spirit root ginseng fruit, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

These two people became the introductory disciples of Hongjun Daoist and the disciples of saints, and they all deserved their names, although everyone was reluctant to take up two places at once, but there was no doubt.

This time, there is only one place left for the three beginner disciples, and the wolf has more meat and less meat, and everyone is extremely eager to look at the Hongjun Saint, hoping that the last place can fall on them.

"Houtu, you are incarnated by Pangu's physical body, and you are the last one born of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with a pure temperament, and you will also have great merits in the future, so you can be a disciple for me. Hongjun said to a woman in palace clothes sitting in the corner of the main hall.

Houtu didn't expect that this last place could fall on himself, the Wu clan is the turbid gas between the heaven and the earth contaminated with Pangu essence blood, tyrannical by nature, strong in flesh, the general great witch body is not inferior to some acquired treasures, as for the twelve ancestral witches who are the leaders of the Wu clan, the general innate spirit treasure cannot break through their physical defenses.

The Wu clan was contaminated with the turbidity of heaven and earth and reborn, and the Houtu body was the last one born of the twelve ancestors, and the turbidity of heaven and earth at this time has been almost absorbed by the previous eleven, so the Houtu does not absorb much, and it is kind-hearted.

The Twelve Ancestors are incarnated by Pangu's body, and Pangu is worshiped as the Father. Disrespecting heaven and earth, disrespecting ghosts and gods, only Houtu came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon among the twelve ancestors, and the others disdained to come.

Houtu hurriedly stood up, Ying Ying bowed, and said respectfully: "Thank you for the mercy of the saint!"

As for the great merits that Hongjun said, she has no clue, the Wu clan has no primordial spirit, and she can't cultivate the Dao, so she can only become a Taoist in the flesh and make witches. Without the primordial spirit, it is impossible to be in harmony with heaven and earth, unable to perceive the heavenly opportunities in the underworld, and unable to predict future blessings and disasters in advance, so as to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Zhang Ling's gaze crossed everyone and landed on Houtu in the corner, with a hint of warmth on his expression, "Ancestor Wu Houtu, but she is merciful, if you have the opportunity in the future, you must save her." ”

Frowning slightly, Zhang Ling thought in his heart: "I feel a sense of kinship from her, but I don't know why?"

"Five personal disciples, three beginner disciples are complete. When you are gone, in 3,000 years, I will preach again. After Hongjun finished speaking, he had already disappeared on the platform, and his figure was gone, and everyone in Zixiao Palace couldn't see how he disappeared.

Zhang Ling sighed in his heart, "The saint's supernatural powers are really immeasurable!" He turned around and said to Kong Xuan: "The Hongjun saint has left, and we should also leave Zixiao Palace." ”

Kong Xuan let out a cry and said to Zhang Ling: "But according to my brother's orders." ”

This time the sage preached, he gained a lot, absorbed a large amount of innate five elements aura, and the five-color divine light was also more handy.

Hongjun has already left, but the three thousand Hongchen guests in Zixiao Palace are also slowly leaving.

The cultivation of the Sanqing Daoist is the most profound, and it is the hand of the disciples, and when he offended everyone, he has already turned into Changhong, changed into the Three Dao Qingqi, and disappeared in the Zixiao Palace.

Others also greeted each other, or left together with a few acquaintances, or left alone.

This time, the saint accepted eight disciples, five personal disciples, and three beginner disciples, and his status was noble, and he would surpass other registered disciples in the future. Many monks came up to them and wanted to get close to them, so that they could take care of them in the future.

Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhun Ti smiled and dealt with these people, helpless in their hearts, but they couldn't show it, only their faces twitched, their skin was not smiling, and they stiffened to deal with these monks.

"It's still the three senior brothers who have the foresight and get out early. The three of them thought of it, and they couldn't help but admire Sanqing's foresight.

Although Zhang Ling is also a disciple of the saint, after all, his cultivation is too low, he only has the realm of heavenly immortals, and his background is not noble, but he is just stubborn, and the monks intersect with each other, and they pay the most attention to their background and cultivation, so no one came over to take the initiative to say hello.

"It's also a leisurely ......" Zhang Ling comforted himself, quite a bit of saying that grapes are sour because he can't eat grapes, after all, he comes from later generations, and his state of mind can't be transparent and clear, and he still has a trace of vanity.

Suddenly, a gentle voice came into Zhang Ling's ears, and he saw Houtu slowly stepping forward and saying to Zhang Ling: "Houtu has seen senior brother, I don't know what senior brother to call?"

She and Zhang Ling are both Hongjun disciples, although her cultivation is far more than Zhang Ling, but when it comes to identity, she is not as noble as Zhang Ling's personal disciple, so she calls Zhang Ling a senior brother.

Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled clearly, and said to Houtu: "What are you doing under the stubborn stone?"