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Chapter 73 Distribute purple energy?Get it you!
"This……"

As soon as Daozu said these words, the immortals on the side fell silent for an instant, with extremely complicated emotions!
A group of reckless ants actually got the approval of Teacher Hongjun at this time!
What’s more, this is such a demonic and heaven-defying understanding that even the Taoist ancestor was speechless and almost couldn’t get off the stage. It’s really unbelievable!
"Hmph, the Wumen's luck is so good, it must be a blind cat that kills a mouse!"

The immortals snorted with disdain and did not take the ancestral witch in their eyes at all.

They can only comfort themselves in their hearts and seek some kind of balance.It must be that the Wu Clan happened to receive guidance from the Great Dao before they could fully understand the three-corpse-killing method passed down by Hongjun.

Otherwise, even without a breakthrough in the Three Pure Spirits, these reckless men of essence and blood would be worthy of enlightenment, which is simply outrageous!

Everyone was full of malice and extremely unconvinced, staring fiercely at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Humph, I want to see how long this ant witchcraft can jump around, and how long it can really change the fate of the calamity!"

Hongjun took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.He knew very well that at this moment, he could no longer get entangled with these arrogant ancestral witches, but should think about the future of prehistoric times and heaven.

So, Hongjun slowly stretched out his palm, and a cloud of purple gas suddenly appeared in his palm. It was Hongmeng purple gas, which represented Hongjun's qualifications to become a saint.However, at this moment, he did not take back the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but divided it into seven parts and spread them out in the palm of his hand, sending out billowing waves!

hiss!
At this moment, all the surrounding fairies were moved, and you could hear needles drop in the air.

Under the shocked and greedy eyes of all the disciples, Hongjun took out the Hongmeng Purple Qi and issued the holy throne.

Zifuzhou Tianting, Yaoting, Sanqing, Nuwa, and the Great Master of the West, who didn't want to get a share of the holy throne? They all watched it for a moment, with anticipation and yearning to the extreme!

When the immortals saw the Hongmeng purple energy in Hongjun's hand, they immediately exclaimed, their eyes full of excitement and desire.They all know the value of Hongmeng Purple Qi, which represents the qualification for becoming a saint and is the treasure that almost all immortal cultivators dream of.

"This is Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

"Oh my god, I have never seen such rich Hongmeng purple energy!"

"I want one! I want one too!"

All the immortals were shouting in their hearts, and they all wanted to get a share of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.Their eyes were greedy and fiery, as if these seven Hongmeng Purple Qi were the most important thing in their lives.

The immortals have also speculated that this foundation of sainthood is closely related to the previous futon sainthood, and it is a unique and supreme opportunity!

Only with the appreciation of Daozu Hongjun can they have the opportunity to pass it on. Obviously, they have missed it unfortunately.

Ancestor Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun both shook their heads and sighed, their hearts bleeding, regretting not discovering it earlier and grabbing a futon.

But brothers Taiqing and Dijun were ecstatic!
If you include the Demon Court, then their Demon Clan has grabbed the four holy positions, and their future potential is immeasurable. They can simply press all forces to the ground and rub them against each other!
"Jie Jie, the ant witch sect must be dumbfounded now, let's see how you fight with my fairy court!"

Emperor Jun sneered, his eyes filled with confidence, and he cupped his hands towards Hongjun: "Thank you very much, teacher, for teaching me the supreme method. I will definitely live up to my expectations and become a meritorious saint as soon as possible!"

Hongjun nodded in praise, extremely satisfied that these disciples knew the situation and did not waste his opportunity and advice.

Seeing this scene, Zixiao's three thousand guests became more and more disappointed and felt cold.

Hongjun said leisurely: "The futon placed in front of my hall is the first test. You are very good. You are qualified to be my ancestor's disciples, and you are destined to have this foundation of sainthood."

Daozu chuckled and nodded, looking around at the people at the front, looking meaningfully at Di Jun and Kunpeng.

According to the original timeline, this holy throne belonged to the Sanqing brothers.

However, who would have thought that now he would be intercepted by three people from Demon Court.

What made Hongjun even more speechless and collapsed was that Sanqing was invited to join the Demon Court and incarnate as the Demon King!

It has to be said that this is the movement of heaven, which makes up for the shortcomings when there are more losses.The only thing to blame is that the Wumen is too strong, making everyone feel threatened, and such a change in fate may be a corrective method of heaven.

Hongjun sighed in his heart, his eyes shining with deep light, thoughtfully.

Fortunately, with this foundation of sainthood to make up for it, it won't be long before the Demon Court can counterattack the Witch Clan. By then, no matter how evil the Twelve Ancestral Witches are, it will be in vain.

However, at this moment, the ancestral witches took a step forward, looking evil!

No one expected that Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin would actually reach out and speak with shy faces.

"Is this the foundation of sanctification?"

"Tsk, tsk, what a treasure. This Hongmeng Purple Qi is destined to my witch sect. Anyone who sees it has a share. I have twelve brothers. One person and one person can't be too much!"

"Hmph, our witch clan understands the Tao taught by fellow Taoist Hongjun the most, so it stands to reason that our clan should be a part of it!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were releasing overwhelming evil energy, straightforwardly, and looking like they would take something if they didn't give it to them!

Hongmeng Purple Qi, right? Bring it to you!
Ever since they learned the news from Lin Xuan at the Wu clan meeting, they have never forgotten it.

Unfortunately, during the first and second lectures, they were busy discovering the Green Lotus of Creation and had no time to grab it.

But now that I have seen it with my own eyes, no matter how I can let it go, I have to go back to Buzhou Mountain!

As soon as they heard this, everyone nearby exploded, and they were all filled with indignation!
Sanqing was even more angry and the three corpses jumped up, their eyes burning:

"Dijiang, you have passed!"

"You don't even have a soul, so what's the use of this foundation of sanctification? You're just occupying the manhole and doing nothing!"

"Yes, even if you get the purple energy, do you have the soul to refine it? It's just wishful thinking and makes people laugh!"

Sanqing refused to give in and wanted to kill the fish and break the net.

In the eyes of everyone, this Wumen cancer is too overbearing and crazy.

He came here to force Daozu Zixiao Palace to talk three times without saying anything, and now he wants to snatch Hongmeng Ziqi. Who gave him the guts!

Di Jun and Kunpeng were even more excited and yelled:

"Bah, even cats and dogs deserve to be part of the Holy Foundation. The witch sect doesn't even look in the mirror. Do you think you deserve it with your little moral deeds?"

"Yes, I have long been dissatisfied with the Wu Sect. I want to see who the so-called bullshit Wu Zun is. He has the nerve to show his respect in front of Teacher Hongjun!"

"Hmph, I should be satisfied if I can enter the Zixiao Palace and listen to the lectures. You actually want to get the Hongmeng Purple Qi. You ancestor witches are so shameless. They really take themselves seriously."

The immortals were aggressive and did not give any face to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They wanted to eat these people alive.

Seeing this, Hongjun felt extremely complicated.

He never imagined that the ancestral shaman of the Wumen would actually come to plot against Hongmeng Ziqi, and the plan was so obvious!

What's even more troublesome is that the ancestral witch ants, which were once insignificant, have risen and grown to behemoths.If the saint doesn't take action with all his strength, he may be unable to suppress it!
At the same time, Hongjun was a little worried. Who knew what kind of methods he had left behind in Pangu Palace of the Wu Clan.It was really not worth the risk for him to deal with the now extremely mysterious Witch Lord.

(End of this chapter)