Out of the Heavenly Palace and fell into the starry sky, the starry sky is still the same as before, the law is the way to bring people to the chaos above the starry sky, after two times, Zhang Xinyu did not think about entering the chaos alone with people, this time it only took a short time to come to the door of Zixiao Palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he arrived at the door of Zixiao Palace, Zhang Xinyu was slightly stunned, this time Zixiao Palace did not close the door, but the door was open and looked like he would enter at will, Zhang Xinyu shook his head and walked into Zixiao Palace, since the door was open, he naturally wanted to enter.

When he entered, Zhang Xinyu found that he seemed to be the last person to come, not to mention Sanqing Nuwa and other people who had seats, even Hongjun was already sitting in front, saying words that he couldn't understand.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xinyu hurriedly found a place to sit down, and listened carefully to every word that Daozu Hongjun said, and gradually Zhang Xinyu's mind fell into contemplation with Hongjun's words, she sensed the Tao, she sensed everything.

This time, Hongjun's sermon did not let people see the Tao, but made people feel the existence of the Tao, and instead of observing the Tao, they let themselves integrate into the Tao, become a part of the Tao, and thus realize the Tao.

When Zhang Xinyu was wholeheartedly comprehending, there was a sudden feeling of coldness behind her, and suddenly two cold little hands appeared from behind to hug Zhang Xinyu, and then the cold body was close to her back, and the cold breath blew in her ears, like someone was playing a prank in her ears, but this breath was really cold.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

The girlish laughter made Zhang Xinyu's heart sink completely, she will never forget the owner of this laughter, and she will never be able to get rid of the owner of this laughter, she is the cursed power entrenched in the depths of Zhang Xinyu's soul.

The cold and slippery feeling slid across her face, like the power of a curse licking her face with her tongue, and the small hand on her waist slowly moved upward, looking like it was about to climb up to Zhang Xinyu's pair of wreckant chests.

"Don't!" Zhang Xinyu stood up with a startled cry, and then his face instantly turned red and sat down.

The people around looked at Zhang Xinyu with strange eyes, I don't know when Daozu Hongjun has finished preaching, Zhang Xinyu's exclamation can be said to be extremely eye-catching.

(Woo woo woo I really want to make a hole and get into it! It's so embarrassing! Woo woo woo! I don't know if the ground of Zixiao Palace can't drill or drill !!) Zhang Xinyu wants to die, thinking that as a person with discipline, and because she has raised the discipline of the entire desolate world by several steps, this matter has simply broken through her bottom line.

(The festival of the desolate world has been crumbling since then!) At the end, Zhang Xinyu sighed in his heart. Poor Zhang Xinyu seems to ignore the fact that there is no discipline at all in the desolate world.

"This sermon has ended, and it is also the last sermon, if you have any questions in your mind, you can ask them now. Hongjun's words drew everyone's attention to him again.

Everyone was silent, they didn't know what to ask, and the questions asked, the Tao could not be described in words, and every time the words came to their mouths, they didn't know what to say, and as for other questions, they didn't know what to ask for a while.

"May I ask Dao Ancestor, how many saints are there in the world?" asked the Taiqing Daoist suddenly.

Hearing Taiqing Daoist's question, everyone looked at Hongjun nervously, compared to other questions, the sage's question is the big thing, and everyone wants to get the answer they want.

Hongjun replied softly: "Under the Heavenly Dao, there are ten saints. ”

"I'll have a chance to become holy!" the Yuqing Daoist hurriedly asked.

"Under the Dao Gate, there should be seven saints!" replied Hongjun.

"Who can be sanctified among the Daomen!" is worthy of the Shangqing Daoist asking directly.

Hongjun looked around and said: "Sanqing Hongfu Qitian, inheritance Pangu, the future can be holy!

The three Hongmeng purple qi fell into the hands of Sanqing, and Hongjun looked at Nuwa and said: "Niangniang has immeasurable merits, she is a saint of heaven, and she can be holy in the future!"

After the Hongmeng purple qi fell into the hands of Nuwa, two Hongmeng purple qi fell into the hands of the two of them.

After doing all this, Hongjun continued: "Lead, improve, for the great perseverance, great wisdom of the person, you can become holy!"

In an instant, Kunpeng and Hongyun's faces were extremely unsightly, both of them used to sit in the position of receiving and promoting, and finally gave up their positions, the only difference is that the former was forced, and the latter was voluntary, even so the two of them regretted it to the extreme, it was not an ordinary position at all, but a holy position, and now both of them regretted their intestines.

And the people who heard the sermon for the first time were all sad, although they knew that those positions were more special, but they didn't expect that it would involve the holy throne at all, if they had known that it was the position of the saint, even if they tore their faces, they had to find a way to sit on it, then it was a saint! Of course, compared to the other two, they were in a better mood, they didn't sit on it at all, and Hongyun and Kunpeng were equivalent to directly giving the holy throne to people.

"Who is the last saint?" I am the lord of heaven and earth, and I should become a saint!" Di Jun asked with a suspicious expression.

"Our Twelve Witch Ancestors are transformed by the blood of Pangu, since the Sanqing transformed by the Pangu Yuan God can be sanctified, there should be a saint among us!" Di Jiang hurriedly said.

Di Jiang knew that it was almost impossible to sanctify the twelve Wu ancestors, because there was only one holy position, as long as one of the Wu ancestors could be sanctified, it would be the greatest guarantee for the future of the Wu clan, and the demon clan Nuwa would definitely become a saint in the future, and the Kunlun God Clan would have three future saints, if the Wu clan did not have a saint, the future status would be indeliblely affected.

"I am the head of the male immortals in the world, the essence of the sun, the era of the three tribes became a sermon and a wilderness, and I should become a saint!"

According to what you say, the Queen Mother of the West can also be sanctified, and a holy throne can be simply cut in half! Hahaha!" Donghuang Taiyi laughed out loud ignoring the eyes of the Eastern Princes and Dijiang cannibalism.

As soon as the Eastern Emperor Tai said a word, it was equivalent to saying that neither the Twelve Witch Ancestors nor the Eastern Princes could become saints. Only Di Jun, the existing Lord of Heaven and Earth, is qualified to become a saint.

(Am I going to get involved too?? Maybe I can really get the holy throne!) Zhang Xinyu looked at the few people arguing hot-headedly.

Zhang Xinyu, who thought of doing it, opened his mouth and said: "I am the innate spirit of heaven and earth, I have suffered ten thousand calamities without dying and immortal, and now I have cultivated to the body of ten thousand calamities, and I should become a saint!"

Huh!

Everyone looked at Zhang Xinyu with pity, and they were stunned by what Zhang Xinyu said, he was immortal and immortal after suffering thousands of calamities, what bad luck it takes to suffer so many calamities!