Hong Huang: The Emperor of Heaven Walking Out of the Ruins

Chapter 23 Hongjun becomes holy, the curtain opens
Just because the flood and famine do not count the years, it has been two and a half yuan in an instant.

Chaos Sea Ziweitian.

The mist permeates the lake where the Sanguang Shenshui gathers, as light and ethereal as a silver gauze.

On the earth, the beautiful flowers of Yaocao and the dewdrops on the criss-crossed branches are shining against the backdrop of the mist, and there is a faint sense of mystery in the world.

Under the tree, several exquisite baby elephants made of chalcedony are playing with each other by spraying water. They are about the size of palms, making babbling sounds, and are charmingly naive.

Cang Ming wore loose white clothes, long hair shawls, holding jade scissors and concentrated on grooming a potted plant.

"I don't know whether the Renshui flat peach tree is in the hands of the old man or the Queen Mother of the West. We must pay close attention to collecting the roots and leaves of the five elements!"

He looked to the west and the metal linden tree had already sprouted, and the white-gold young leaves absorbed the mist from the Sanguangshen water.

"I have a lot of Sanguang Shenshui, so it's not a big problem to exchange branches and leaves with others, but the spiritual roots of this soil are a bit difficult."

"It's a big deal that after collecting the four attributes, the earth attributes will be supplemented under mutual growth!"

Collecting the spiritual roots of the five elements is of great help to the development of Ziweitian, not to mention that Cangming is very ambitious. He wants to cultivate the spiritual roots of the five elements and integrate them with Xiaozhou Mountain to create a towering spiritual root.

After he made up his mind, he suppressed the spirituality of the plants in Ziweitian. In the end, it was better to have no spirituality to merge into one.

Just as Cang Ming was meditating, a huge coercion swept across the vast world outside.

Immediately, the voice of Dao came out: "Lying high on the nine-fold cloud, the futon is Daozhen. Outside the heaven and earth, I will be the head teacher!"

"The old man is sanctified?!" Cang Ming shook his hand, and the potted plant was cut a lot.

In an instant, starlight appeared on the sea of ​​chaos.

I saw the boundless divine light descending from Zixiao Palace, covering the whole world, and then the sound of the Great Dao rang out in the distance, ethereal and low.

As the saying goes, the great sound has no sound, but the elephant has no form!
Infinite blue lotus, golden lotus, and petal lotus fell from the sky. Between the opening and closing of the lotus, the rhythm of Taoism permeated the air, and the fragrance was tangy.

The Taoist image of the prehistoric four extremes was formed, a lot of evil spirits were cut off, and the four spirits of heaven and earth manifested, bowing their heads in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

In front of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was holding a whisk, his beard and hair were all white, his hair was tied with a green lotus crown, and he was wearing a simple black Taoist robe.

"A jade plate produces nine wisps of majestic purple energy, one wisp is for my own use, the seven wisps are obtained by predestined people, and the remaining wisp is shared with all sentient beings!"

He breathed out a burst of majestic purple energy, which penetrated into the prehistoric world.

The purple air instantly traverses the world, boundless, dense and fragrant, the primordial spirit of heaven and earth is comfortable, and the soul without primordial spirit can build a trace of foundation.

Cangming also got a little bit of it naturally, but for him, it has little effect.

There is also some information in it, to the effect that I, Hongjun, have opened up a new path called immortality, and all living beings can practice it.

"My Hongjun, today, I have cultivated the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal. I feel that all living beings only practice the divine method, and it is difficult to obtain the Tao. Therefore, after 3000 years, I will preach the Tao in the Tianwaitian Zixiao Palace. Anyone who is destined can come and listen!"

After Hongjun finished speaking, the vision between heaven and earth disappeared and calm returned.

All sentient beings bowed their heads in thanks, thanked the forerunner of the Dao, thanked the great love of the sages, and were willing to impart the Dafa.

There was a burst of joy in Wan Ling's heart, and those who were quick and agile danced and nodded silently.

The whole world celebrates the birth of the saint, the most important thing is that there is still a way ahead!
Hunyuan realm, who wouldn't yearn for it?
Except for the Great God Pan Gu, has this power ever appeared in this world?
"Saint Mercy!"

The sages have both virtue and talent, they are perfect and beautiful, they are impartial and selfless, and all living beings are called saints!
When Cangming saw this scene, he was also full of pride, and his mind was agitated, just like Xiang Ji seeing the first emperor crossing the river.

"He...cough cough."

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Kunlun Mountain Sanqing, the three of them remained silent, thinking in their hearts what is the state of the saint?
Brothers and sisters Fuxi and Nuwa at the foot of Buzhou Mountain were all delighted, as long as there is a road ahead, the two of them were in a good mood, and the cave trembled slightly.

"Bang! Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Haha, Zhurong Shenhuo, that's it?"

"Gong Gong, don't make any noise!"

Nuwa frowned slightly, and Fuxi also looked over helplessly, and the two looked at each other with a tacit understanding, Zhou Shan couldn't stay here anymore!
Xizhou Dadi, Jieyin, and Zhunti looked at the growing veins and smiled at each other.

"Haha, this ground comb is really easy to use, the two of us can stabilize this land within 3000 years!"

"Your brother's words are good. I also want to meet the saint face to face and ask for advice on the art of restoring the earth's energy. It would be best if I don't miss the time."

Jun Taiyi, the God of the Sun Star, overlooks the prehistoric land, one in middle age and the other in youth.

Among them, the face of the youth is exactly Tai Yi, like the rising sun, full of vigor and majesty.

"Brother, you and I are two brothers, with honorable status, who are in charge of the Great Desolation Day, and the saints will come out in the future, it must be me!"

"Hahaha, what my virtuous brother said is good! Don't lose your ambition, the position of saint, my brother and I are sure to sit!"

Di Jun has a fierce fighting spirit and refuses to lag behind others.

In the mountains, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were still arguing, and the power of water and fire broke out, and the remaining power disturbed the surrounding area.

"You two are enough!"

There was a soft drink.

"Humph!"

The two stopped their hands and stared at each other, unwilling to admit defeat.

"Brothers and sisters, after 3000 years, we will go to meet this saint together!"

"Yes, brother!"

All the turbid qi are holy and quiet down.

Other saints have a sense of anticipation, 3000 years only, not long!
At this time, Beiming Kunpeng was a little embarrassed. He was originally a top follower, with the combination of wind and water, but he was swallowed by the giant kun.

After countless years of suffering, he was in a daze, and finally got out of his body.

However, the whole body is full of stench, which is difficult to get rid of. After several travel experiences, it is quite embarrassing, so I can only stay in the cave all day long, and rarely go out for a walk.

"Hmph, it stinks. Compared to Dao, it's a trivial matter. Anyway, I can't smell it!"

It can only be said that Kunpeng is comparable to Zhunti for a while in some aspects.

All the congenital gods on the prehistoric lands have closed their caves tightly, practicing this flying escape technique, comprehending the congenital spiritual treasures, this day is not so easy to go to.

Cang Ming is also thinking about a question at this time, are the six futons in Zixiao Palace destined? Or there are other reasons, he has a clue now, and he will talk about it later.

This is related to some of his future plans, as long as the rules are determined, some things will be easier to handle.

As for the futon seat, Cang Ming has no idea, if he arrives earlier, he will not sit there.

The way was clear in his mind, and he unconsciously looked at the "Jade Plate of Small Good Fortune".

"Thanks to my brother's humility, who would have known that such a valuable thing would be in the beast's lair."

Cangming always pays attention to Donghai Eye, and it will be opened soon, and he also misses Ao Li in his heart.

"After this sermon, disputes will arise, and I don't know who will leave first!"

If you want to talk about unlucky ghosts, two people appear in Cangming's mind, one is wearing a red robe, and the other is holding a long sword.

At this moment, Hongyun's nose in Huoyun Cave suddenly felt itchy and sneezed.

"Brother Zhenyuan, didn't I just eat a few more fruits from you?"

Hong Yun thought of Zhen Yuanzi's nagging appearance again, and his face was full of helplessness.

In Dongji Zifu, Chunyang sat cross-legged under the hibiscus tree, with his long sword across his lap, feeling a bit of chill inexplicably.

"Your Majesty, there are a few islands in the surrounding area who want to enter my Zi Mansion, and they are asking to see you outside the mansion!"

Chunyang was born noble, and all the surrounding islands were dragged into Zifu by him, and everyone called him Dongjun.

"I see, you lead them in."

Chunyang was thinking about the preaching of the sage 3000 years later, and he was not very interested in the matter of the island owners.

(End of this chapter)