In Zixiao Palace, the sky is falling, the earth is surging golden lotus, the universe is desolate, and the way of evolution of all things in heaven and earth is spit out from the mouth of Hongjun Daoist.

The spiritual sound of the Great Dao came into their ears, and the disciples listened to it with fascination.

I don't know how long it took, but the Hongjun saint suddenly stopped preaching.

"Three hundred years have come, this sermon is over, and you will come to Zixiao Palace again after three thousand years. The Hongjun sage said, and the voice spread throughout the hall.

The three thousand Hongchen guests all showed regret on their faces, the saint preached, it was really extraordinary, and they answered some of their doubts for many years, and stopped preaching at this time, all of them were still unfinished, but even if they were reluctant in their hearts, there was no way, they could not force the Hongjun saint to continue preaching.

Zhang Ling opened his eyes and spewed out a gray wave of qi from his mouth and nose, like a sharp arrow, which slowly dissipated after a few feet.

"Three hundred years of hard work is worth thousands of years of hard work. Zhang Ling was happy in his heart, at this time, the golden pill in his purple mansion had changed from the size of a grain of rice when he was just transformed into the size of a pigeon's egg, and his cultivation had also changed from the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal to the peak of the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal, as long as the opportunity came, he could enter the realm of the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal.

Kong Xuan's wings are stretched, and in three hundred years, his cultivation is also more profound, although he has not transformed, but the accumulated aura has reached a terrifying point, especially his own inheritance and the sermon of the Hongjun sage corroborate each other, and his understanding of the Tao is deeper.

Styx was dressed in a moon-white robe without wind, and his white eyebrows and white beard flew with it, making him even more immortal, and the bloody aura on his body was completely restrained, and he couldn't see the slightest, but he seemed to be a true man, and his appearance was not inferior to Taishang Laojun.

The three of them looked at each other and all smiled.

Hongjun's face was sad and joyless, he glanced at the main hall, and suddenly said: "Under the Heavenly Dao, there will be five personal disciples and three beginner disciples under my sect. ”

As soon as Hongjun's words fell, the hall that had whispered a little just now suddenly became quiet, without the slightest sound, and it seemed that even the aura had stopped flowing.

The three thousand Hongchen guests all looked at Hongjun with extremely hot eyes, even Nuwa and the palace women.

Hongjun is the first saint in the desolate land, and his cultivation is profound, and he can become his personal disciple, which is really a lot of benefits.

They seemed to have seen a prominent position, and the supernatural innate spirit treasure was beckoning to them, within reach.

More importantly, if you become a personal disciple of the Hongjun Sage, you can hear the teachings of the Sage from time to time, they just listen to Hongjun preach in the Zixiao Palace for three hundred years, and they have benefited immensely.

Even Kong Xuan and Styx had a fiery glow in their eyes, and Styx's moon-white robe stopped floating, just sitting on the futon, looking at Hongjun with a longing look.

Kong Xuan's eyes were clear, and the colorful light on his body was endless, like the sound of the wind.

Although Zhang Ling's heart desires, it is not as strong as the others in this hall, in the Chaos Bead, he has made up his mind, and he is taking the path of sanctification with strength, although Hongjun's Dao is exquisite, but it is not necessarily suitable for him, it can only be mutually confirmed.

He has the Chaos Bead, and when he cultivates to the peak of the quasi-saint, he can open the world in the Chaos Bead, re-practice the earth, fire, water and wind, and recreate the heavens and the earth.

Hongjun's eyes seem to have stars circulating, deep and boundless, and it seems to contain the intangibility of the way of heaven, which makes people addicted to it at a glance and difficult to get out.

He said to the Taishang Laojun, the Yuan Shi Tianzun, and the Tongtian Sect Master who were sitting at the front: "The three of you are incarnated by the Pangu Yuan Shen, born of the merits of opening the heavens, and have profound luck, so you can pass on your disciples to me. ”

Taishang Laojun and the three of them hurriedly got up and thanked the Hongjun sage.

As soon as Hongjun opened his mouth, he sent out the three places, and everyone trembled slightly in their hearts and became even more nervous.

The sage turned his head slightly, bowed his head to Nuwa, and said, "You are the supreme of the demon clan, and you will have a merit to do in the future, and you can have four disciples under my name." ”

Nuwa's face was delighted, her smile was like a flower, and the world was also discolored for a while, she bowed down to Hongjun Yingying and said, "Thank you, teacher!"

Behind her, the great god Fuxi, who is also the supreme of the demon clan, also showed a happy face, he is Nuwa's brother, with one heart and one mind, Nuwa can become a saint disciple, he is even happier than Nuwa.

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng are pale, the three of them and Fuxi Nuwa two brothers and sisters, all five of them are the strongest of the demon clan, Dijun and Taiyi were born with the innate Lingbao River Tuluo Book and the innate treasure Chaos Bell accompanied, and the cultivation and combat effectiveness are even more than Fuxi and Nuwa.

But Hongjun not only called Nuwa the supreme of the demon clan, but also gave Nuwa a place of personal discipleship, which made them very unconvinced.

Seeing that there was only one place left, Di Jun and Tai Yi glanced at each other, and then bowed down at the same time, shouting at Hongjun: "Teacher is merciful!"

The voice is sad, like a golden crow crying blood, which makes people cry when they hear it.

Zhang Ling shook his head slowly, a trace of disdain surged in his heart, for the sake of the number of disciples of a saint in person, the two demon clan supremes actually made such a move, which made him a little more contemptuous of the two.

"It turns out that the legendary god in the previous life is nothing more than that!" Zhang Ling was brought by the crossing, and the trace of awe of the great god of the flood wilderness in his heart also dissipated, and he understood that the original great god also had selfish intentions, not pure hearts and few desires. Removing the gap between cultivation and status, the great god is just an ordinary person.

Kunpeng secretly regretted that he also wanted to compete for the last place, but he didn't expect to be preempted by the two golden crows, Dijun and Taiyi.

"Two flat-haired beasts!" Kunpeng scolded in his heart, but he didn't expect that he was also from Kunpeng......

"Teacher's mercy!" Di Jun and Taiyi kowtowed like pounding garlic, and the floor in Zixiao Palace was kowtowed by their two golden crows and sparks.

Hongjun was unmoved, flicked his sleeves for a long time, and said, "Noise!"

A black and white air flow suddenly appeared, intertwined, forming the appearance of a Taiji diagram, wrapping Di Jun and Tai Yi inside, and then threw out of the main hall, passed through the thirty-three days of thunder and fire, and fell on the desolate land.

The entire hall suddenly became silent, and all the monks were silent.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi are the supremes of the demon clan, and at this time, they also have the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and they are only one step away from the realm of Da Luo, but in front of Hongjun, they are like babies, without any resistance power.

Everyone didn't even see how Hongjun made a move, and Di Jun and Taiyi had already disappeared into Zixiao Palace, only then did they know that the saint realm was so powerful and irresistible.

Now everyone didn't dare to speak anymore, Kunpeng was secretly glad that he didn't make a head bird just now, otherwise he would be the one who made a fool of himself at this time.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept through the hall, this time no one dared to plead hard, although his eyes were thirsty, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

After a long time, Hongjun's gaze stayed on Zhang Ling and said, "You will be my fifth personal disciple and a closed disciple." ”

Zhang Ling was stunned in his heart, the identity of the saint's personal disciple that everyone had been asking for so hard was so easily obtained by himself?