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Zixiao Palace, the person who pays attention to Zhang Yang is also the first time to see the true way of the law, even if he is prepared in his heart, he is still shocked in his heart;

The method of "heaven and earth stripping" used by the way of the law is completely different from the Tao cultivation, or the use of the way of the origin, there is no need to capture the space nodes, build the formation and build the space, this is a single resonance, using its own law, causing the resonance of time and space within a certain range, and controlling the space, which is similar to the magic of the mixed yuan monk and the sage, there is no understatement, but it is clearly done, and it is not shocked;

Zhang Yang is just a sub-saint monk, and the cultivation of the law of time and space is the peak of the sub-saint one-heaven level, although after using this law, the range of time and space that can be controlled is far less than that of Hongjun, Nuwa and Houtu, and even less than one millionth, but a monk who has just entered the sub-saint can do what a mixed yuan monk and a saint do, this is strong, this is incredible;

In Zixiao Palace, Nuwa and Houtu sat on the futon, and when Zhang Yang cut through time and space, the momentum on the two of them suddenly rose, and the monks who had just entered Zixiao Palace had a heavy burden on their bodies, and their coercion was imminent, and their footsteps were stagnant, and the figures that originally rushed forward were also stopped, and they were all separated;

"Saint?" This was the question in the minds of the monks who were vying for the seats, the sudden momentum and coercion, and the time when Hongjun was sanctified, the eyes of the monks who looked at the two of them changed completely, and the awe in their eyes replaced the plain, and the bitterness was filled with infinite envy;

"Don't you like us fighting for the two seats between the two, so you suddenly raised your momentum and warned us?" This was the second thought in the minds of the monks present, and they didn't know why Nuwa and Houtu suddenly came like this. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info in this particular case. In addition to warnings. What else could there be?

Kunpeng Ancestor and Hongyun Ancestor were the closest to the seats, and the ecstasy in their hearts was poured down by this sudden coercion like a pool of cold water, pouring a cold on their hearts;

Serendipity is sometimes like this, "that's the position of a saint." The monks present, except for Sanqing and Nuwa Houtu, no one knew, originally secretly observing who got one of them by chance, but now, they were disturbed by this accident, the fifth and sixth futons still no one sat down, Kunpeng and Hongyun sat in the fifth and sixth futons in the second row, this time, those who were lagging behind. These two seats were simply ignored;

Is it providence or man-made? Whether it was a heavenly calculation or a coincidence, Nuwa and Houtu had no answer in their hearts, on the side, Sanqing's eyes flashed with golden light, but he thought a lot, and at the same time, there was also a hint of joy, the disciples of the disciples, sure enough, there was something extraordinary, even the future saint could be calculated, "Is this the power of the law of time and space?" Sanqing invariably came up with this thought, their divine consciousness could not pass through the chaos, see clearly what Zhang Yang was doing in the desolate starry sky, and the original worries in their hearts were all gone, and they waited quietly;

In the inner hall of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's thoughts in his heart were very different, and there was a look of shock, but at this time he was even more in a dilemma, and the thoughts in his heart told him that he should not be indulged in such a way, but he couldn't think of what he shouldn't, this is the result of his failure to conform to the way of heaven, and now he is just a saint, a saint who suppresses the heavens and the earth, in addition, everything in the flood and wilderness can be kept out of the matter, compared to the essential work of today, it is the responsibility to bear in the future, where can I know now;

"Do you want to continue to let it go or stop it?" Hongjun flashed through these two choices in his mind;

Laissez-faire is a choice, the choice I want to see in my heart, Sanqing is his own disciple in the future, which Hongjun has long known, and Zhang Yang is the big disciple of Sanqing, no matter how you say it, it is also related to yourself, and it is not an ordinary kinship;

From a certain point of view, Zhang Yang is a starting point for the inheritance of the Three Thousand Great Avenues, and the identity of the first disciple of Kunlun Mountain determines the authority of this starting point.

Stopping, it seems that he should do it, why he should do it, although he can't know, but this kind of thought that rises from the depths of his heart, as a saint, Hongjun can be 100% sure that this is a warning from Heaven to himself, but this warning is not strong, it flashed, which made him a little uncertain, it was clearly the way of heaven to let him choose, two choices;

How to benefit himself? This has become the direction of Hongjun's thinking now, Zhang Yang has been clearly in front of him, who should be the other party? Hongjun can't calculate, which makes him feel a little sad, a saint is actually inferior to a sub-saint in terms of calculation, which subverts his cognition, from Zhang Yang, to now, Hongjun has been silently calculating in his heart for a long time, and he can't come up with a reason;

"It seems that it is a character randomly selected by the Heavenly Dao, and it seems that the character selected by the lottery has been determined, and it is still about itself, what kind of hexagram is this?" Hongjun was very entangled in his heart, the time was getting closer and closer, looking at the main hall of Zixiao Palace, the momentum of Nuwa's back soil suddenly rose up, so that those monks who were originally competing for the holy throne died down, and even Nuwa's eldest brother Fuxi was just sitting behind Nuwa, and Hongjun's heart was even more generous;

Of the forty-nine seats, three were left unoccupied, and the last one and the two in the front row appeared abruptly, as if ignored by all the monks;

"Could it be that this is really destined by the Heavenly Dao?" Hongjun was a little dazed in his heart, and there was clearly a hint of coincidence, did the Heavenly Dao really calculate everything?

"Forty-six monks came, forty-six, except for the two holy seats, is there something special about the last seat?" Hongjun was shocked in his heart, feeling as if he had grasped a key point;

"The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them is gone, so there are only forty-nine seats left in Zixiao Palace, indicating that the maximum number of saints in the desolate world is forty-nine, but seven of them are heavenly saints, and the other seats are just a hint, it does not mean that they can really achieve saints, in heaven and earth, the spiritual energy required to achieve a saint is immeasurable, not to mention forty-nine, even nine is difficult, is this the reason why the Heavenly Dao only sets the position of seven saints?"

Hongjun's brain was spinning rapidly, and he calculated with a mentality that was bound to see clearly;

"The extreme of heaven lies in nine, so nine is the extreme number, and the achievement of the saint is forty-nine, it is better to be nine!"

"The position of seven saints, there are still two people missing, I am also a saint, so that there will be eight saints in the flood in the future, nine is the extreme, but to the extreme, there will be a great test to come, the way of heaven only set eight saints, not that I can't determine the others, but I don't want to!"

Hongjun's eyes burst with light, and a joy that could not be concealed appeared on his face;

"In this way, after eight saints, it will be difficult for there to be saints in the desolate world, and in the main hall, if the forty-nine futons are said to be the number of saints, it is better to say that they are the number of heavens;"

"But why is the last seat still missing?"

Hongjun's divine sense swept across the nine golden bridges, and looked at the monks who were still testing on the golden bridges one by one, and his heart was full of thoughts, these monks who were still being tested were clearly not lucky enough to enter the Zixiao Palace, but in this way, the people who also belonged to this last seat would definitely be blocked by Zhang Yang;

"Could it be that the Heavenly Dao warning is to ensure that this last futon monk arrives?" Hongjun was at a loss, "Is there a difference between this last seat?"

Hongjun thought in his heart, and his eyes also looked at the purple jade futon that was suspended alone at the end, as if he was about to see the difference, but his divine sense swept several times, but he didn't come up with a reason;

"Tianyan forty-nine, escape to one of them! Zixiao Palace only has forty-nine futons in the third lecture!" Hongjun muttered, and after a while, his eyes were shocked;

"There are clearly fifty futons in Zixiao Palace, and on the platform, my seat is also one of them!"

"Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan, escape one of them, is the last futon to escape one of them, and nothing belongs to it?

When Hongjun found fifty futons, he counted in his hands, and the blank look in his eyes was even worse;

"My seat is also one of the forty-nine Tianyan?"

At this moment, a trace of unwillingness rose in Hongjun's heart, his feelings were calculated by himself, or within the cage of the Heavenly Dao, and everything that he lived and died was within the calculations of the Heavenly Dao, and the feelings himself was just an ordinary type of person;

How does this make Hongjun willing in his heart, as the first saint between heaven and earth, strictly speaking, he is still the teacher of all the saints in his successor, and his identity is noble, which can be called the best in the wilderness, but still you can escape the identity of an ordinary person;

As soon as this feeling appeared, Hongjun felt as if he had been tricked by the way of heaven, all the original superiority in his heart was fake, and all his struggles were arranged by others, which was simply a big joke in the world!

The dazed eyes were raised, looking at the desolate world that was still the same, everything seemed to be forever surviving and developing in the shadow of the Heavenly Dao, and could never escape, what should I do?

"Under the saints, they are all ants!" Looking at the busy creatures in the wilderness, Hongjun felt that they were like a group of ants, doing things that seemed meaningless to him;

"Under the Heavenly Dao, the saints are all ants!" In the blink of an eye, Hongjun found that his situation seemed to be no different from them, and the major events that he thought were of great significance were also meaningless in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao? )

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