"Disciple, meet the teacher!"

Zhang Fan sat on the cloud platform, looking down on the millions of immortals, bowing down, respectfully performing the disciple salute, the sound shook the heavens and the earth, as if the heart of heaven and earth, and was also moved at this moment.

The law cannot be lightly preached, the Tao cannot be taught lightly, and the way of heaven is the most just, how can there be a reason that you only want to gain but do not want to pay?

Therefore, this disciple ceremony, millions of monks are willing, without the slightest humiliation and resentment.

Preaching to the world also has the qualifications to be taught by the people of the world.

Millions of immortal cultivators shouted at the teacher, such a grand occasion, such an honor, I am afraid that no one can have it since the ancient times.

Ancient, ancient, the strong dominate the world, only to subdue people with domineering, to destroy people, how can there ever be such a [***] world, preaching is fate?

Zhang Fan's move can be described as the first person to break new ground!

He deserves this gift!

Wan Xian bowed his head, and after bowing, he forcibly endured the excitement in his heart, and was dressed to get the golden lotus of the primordial god.

Sitting on the golden lotus of the primordial god, it seems that in an instant, the whole world is changing, becoming intimate and thorough, as if a fish swims in the water, and the eagle strikes the sky, and it is indescribably free.

The avenue of the primordial gods in the ears, the gate of immortality, is also like sorting out the clues from the thousands of threads at once, and the mysteries are pouring in.

Millions of immortals, close their eyes and listen.

The red dust is full of dust, there are all living beings, six desires and seven emotions, but the cultivator perceives the heaven and earth, restrains his body, and forcibly suppresses it.

But at this moment, when there was only Zhang Fan's voice in heaven and earth, in this East Palace, all the statues became popular, and all living beings appeared one by one.

There are eyebrows dancing like a fairy musician, who somehow makes them happy, and there are people who think hard and don't seem to be confused, and they don't know how difficult to make them restless; ...... There are those who are as quiet as stubborn stones, some who are overjoyed and unable to overcome themselves, those who cry and laugh and are enlightened, and there are also those whose hearts are like ashes, such as mourning and examining...... At that time, what kind of Yuanying real person, what kind of qi refining path, where did the human race cultivate immortals, what kind of demon king troll...... Some are just people who are addicted to the avenue, do not know the passage of time, and have many external objects.

One said, two said...... As for the seventh!

The passage of time, what a hateful fast method at this moment, when a bell rang, awakening all the millions of immortals who were addicted to the Great Dao, I don't know how many monks were eager to turn back time and listen to the Great Dao again.

However, the way of time is the head of the heavens and all the ways, that is, the Donghua Daojun who preaches the ten thousand immortals, and he can't find the way, let alone others!

After all, it's just a luxury.

The millions of immortals who were immersed in infinite chagrin couldn't tolerate anything else in their hearts at this time, just staring at the Donghua Daojun who sat still on the stage, and everything was like Donghua Daojun who had not changed at all seven days ago.

How can everyone ignore the business thoughts, shouting millions of immortals, if there is substance in the gaze of those eyes, everyone on the high platform except Zhang Fan is like sitting on pins and needles.

Among them, including Candle Jiuxiao, Feng Jiuling and other characters.

"Good, good!"

Feeling the thoughts of millions of immortals, Candle Jiuxiao almost let out a long howl.

Previously, he was also immersed in the Yuanshen Avenue that Zhang Fan said, even if he was infinitely close to that realm, but if he didn't reach it, he couldn't do it, and the difference of a layer of window paper was also the end of the world, and it was no different from the millions of immortals.

At this time, when he came back to his senses, he felt the success of Zhang Fan's preaching to the world this time from the thoughts of the ten thousand immortals.

"Even in the most glorious time, when the Seventy-two Transformation Divine Dao Monarch was in charge of the sect, my Faxiang Sect never respected it!"

Candle Jiuxiao almost had tears in his eyes, he dedicated himself to the sect, and saw that the sect followed Zhang Fan's move, and said that the world would be prosperous in the future, and the first sect in Kyushu would be barrier-free, and the excitement could not be described.

Unlike the rest of the people, Candle Jiuxiao knew about Zhang Fan's plan, and he knew in his heart that the sermon was far from over.

All of this is just a rehearsal, just warming, and there is still a distance of 108,000 miles from the huge stage that swept the world.

At this time, Zhang Fan's indifferent gaze swept over the Lianyun mountains, shrouded in the East Imperial Palace, which was both real and illusory, and the clear voice sounded again.

"The infinite incarnation of all things in heaven and earth, before the primeval wilderness, there was a chronicle. ”

"The upper and lower four directions are the universe, which has been called the universe throughout the ages, and the universe covers space and time, which is the highest aspiration of all avenues, and in the universe, there is a yuan for the era, which is 129,600 years. ”

"Under the universe, the beginning of heaven and earth, heaven has yuan and earth has luck, and life and earth are based on the world!"

...... After seven sermons, unconsciously, Zhang Fan's voice brought out a bit of barrenness and obscurity, implying that it was ethereal, if it was not from the flesh and blood, but from heaven and earth.

In Zhang Fan's mouth, everyone's hearts moved, and the rich color of expectation in their eyes turned into ecstasy.

"Listen to that, the sermon is not finished?"

That kind of ecstasy is not informal, regardless of age, and spreads among all the millions of immortals.

Originally, they also knew all kinds of thoughts before, and they had a sense of extravagance, after all, the avenue was mysterious, and it was already a great blessing to be able to listen to the seven sayings, and it was just a thought of what to do.

I never thought that listening to Zhang Fan's tone, if there was a trend of becoming 10,000, how could everyone not be ecstatic, and they could hardly help themselves.

"My Dharma Sect has a long heritage, based on the Dharma, based on the Zhou Tian Star Chart, and all the methods are based on the number of stars and Zhou Tian. ”

As he spoke, a celebratory cloud suddenly appeared above Zhang Fan's head.

——Zhou Tian Xingchen Qingyun Divine Power!

In the past, the bronze tripod was very different, and it was sublimated to an indescribable realm.

There is no magic weapon of the heavens surrounding, and there is no golden lantern silk embellishment, only the stars of Zhou Tian, the nebula rotates, and all the mysteries are exhausted.

"Today, Donghua should also rely on the number of days of the week, preach 3,650 days, and become the law of the number of days of the week!"

Speaking of this, millions of immortals were all boiling, chanting in unison:

"Teacher mercy!"

The teacher said that the scene of millions of immortals worshipping once again set off a storm in the Lianyun Mountain Range, which swept the world.

When the thoughts of the millions of immortals converged, Zhang Fan's mouth opened and closed slightly, but no sound came out, as if he had a feeling in his heart, interrupting the words that were about to be spoken.

Closing his eyes slightly, Zhang Fan sensed it, and when the sound of the mountain and tsunami fell, he slowly stretched out a finger and pointed it in front of the seat.

Silently, it attracted the eyes of millions of immortals, and a little black light shot out from Zhang Fan's hand, and disappeared into the ground.

"This time this seat preaches the world, and there is a fate to teach, and even if you receive the gift of other teachers, you can't express it. ”

Zhang Fan's words fell, and a big supernatural tree rose from the ground where the black light landed.

"It's ......"

The big tree, like a Bodhi tree, has an obscure aura of innate spiritual roots, and with an indescribable mess, as if something gathered.

Zhang Fan got up slowly, strolled forward, sat under the tree, and said slowly:

"I planted this supernatural tree, with thousands of methods, to form supernatural fruits, and to obey it to obtain supernatural powers, and to understand the mysteries. ”

"The number of my sermons should be 3,650 in the Great Zhou Heaven, and this supernatural power tree should also have 3,650 fruits in its fate!"

"One fruit and one magical power, leave a gift!"

"Wow~"

The immortals were boiling, like an undersea volcanic eruption, rolling up countless waves, and they couldn't stop for a long time.

What does this mean, 3,650 Divine Powers, that is, 3,650 Divine Powers, those who are destined to take it can get magical powers, what a horror this is, what a chance.

Thousands of spells, millions of immortals will not know how many, but the supernatural power is even more above the spell, the so-called magic is not as good as the supernatural power, and the supernatural power is invincible to the number of days.

Under the way of heaven, supernatural powers are the most, how can ordinary people get them?

With this glimmer of opportunity, how could everyone not be overjoyed.

With Zhang Fan sitting under the supernatural tree, the green fruits are self-formed without flowers, hanging on the tree heavily, and the mottled and mysterious lines on them do not look like natural fruits, but more like works of art carefully carved by master craftsmen.

"After seven days, let's talk about the avenue!"

As soon as Zhang Fan said this, he immediately closed his eyes, the kind of power that encompasses heaven and earth and coerces everything suddenly disappeared, and everyone looked at it again in amazement, only to feel that Donghua Daojun, who was sitting under the supernatural power tree, seemed to have escaped into a strange realm, as if there was nothing, as if it was virtual but real, as if it was within reach, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away...... Just sitting with their eyes closed, it is an endless mystery, showing immeasurable magical powers, and everyone can't help but break their hearts, and they are looking forward to the sermon after seven days.

At this time, millions of immortals gradually got out of the atmosphere of preaching, or exchanged experiences with friends in pairs, or closed their eyes and pondered the mysteries of the avenue, the only thing that is not the same is that no one is willing to leave the primordial god golden lotus under the seat!

"Divine Passage Fruit, Divine Passage Fruit!"

"The name of the Tao fruit is supernatural, but it is extremely subtle, its profoundness, with a method, the subtlety of the near ......"

On a primordial god golden lotus, a dying old man muttered to himself, as if he was extremely shocked.

"I never thought that someone could really use the magic power to condense the fruit, and then use the fruit to convey the magic power!"

"Its supernatural power is as deep as the abyssal sea, unfathomable!"

This old man who was full of emotion was the first Yuanying peak real person who bowed his head seven days ago and performed the disciple ceremony. From his realm, he can better understand the unfathomable profundity of Zhang Fan's move, and he is not like ordinary monks who only covet the Divine Passage Fruit.

"The world is so big, I'm afraid that no one is the opponent of the teacher, the first person to rise? Hmph! Even if he is the first person in the world, how can he not afford it?"

At this time, the old man was convinced by Zhang Fan, and his reverence was inexplicable, even if he thought about it in his heart, he did not forget to call him "teacher".

At this time, he suddenly felt something in his heart and suddenly raised his head.

Everywhere he looked, at the edge of the Xuanhuang East Palace, a gray aura burst in, like a cloud dragon, tearing through the sky.

That kind of violence and provocation, at a glance, you can see that it is not a person who comes to listen to the sermon, but it is like a challenge and temptation.

"Who else dares to touch Donghua Daojun's moldy head?"

The first reaction of the millions of immortals present was not anger, but disbelief.

Qi said that Zhang Fan's status in the hearts of millions of immortals was not allowed to be a god, and he couldn't react for a while, and he couldn't believe that someone dared to provoke.

"It's finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

A certain time that made everyone's hearts sounded slowly, and then two essences burst out from Zhang Fan's eyes.

(To be continued)