Nu Wa has confessed 99999 times, I'm greedy!

Chapter 40 The Chance of Sanctification
"Could it be because of the luck of Emperor Haotian?" Han Qiao suddenly thought of a possibility.

Emperor Haotian was transformed from the first ray of the sun's power derived from the birth of the prehistoric, and he already possessed the power of luck bestowed by the prehistoric heaven. The power of merit.

Could it be... Could it be that Patriarch Hongjun kept Emperor Haotian in order to prepare for the future growth of the power of the Demon Court?This old guy really has a good idea!
"Fellow Daoist Han Qiao, you just..." At this moment, Fu Xi and the two came over and looked at Han Qiao with complicated eyes.

Especially Nuwa, she wanted to warn Han Qiao not to be too impulsive, but even if he almost forcibly suppressed and killed Emperor Haotian in front of Zixiao Palace, Patriarch Hongjun didn't mean to pursue it.

Fuxi next to him also showed a complicated expression.

Upon seeing this, Han Qiao just nodded to the two without further explanation.

At this moment, the space above the void fluctuated slightly, and then two dazzling Buddha lights slowly descended from the sky.

It is the reception and quasi-promotion.

"Zixiao Palace, open!"

At the same time, Patriarch Hongjun's ethereal voice came from Zixiao Palace.

Seeing this, everyone rioted and walked towards the palace.

Han Qiao, on the other hand, walked forward with Nuwa.

When Han Qiao came to Zixiao Palace, he found that Emperor Haotian was sitting on a chaotic futon in the palace, and the aura that had been severely injured and sluggish became thicker.

Obviously, the guy's injuries are basically healed.

Ancestor Hongjun stood above the void in the depths of chaos, exuding an ethereal aura all over his body.

After everyone sat down, Patriarch Hongjun slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, and the chaotic avenue rune flashed in his pupils.

"What I'm talking about this time is the Dao of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, with a time limit of 3000 years, so I hope you can understand it!"

"Tao can be Tao, it is very Tao; name can be named, it is very named. Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, name, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to see its beauty, and there is always desire to see its beauty. The two are the same. It comes out with different names, the same name is Xuan, and Xuan is Xuan again, the door of all mysteries..."

Ancestor Hongjun uttered the voice of the Great Dao, and the ethereal voice fell on everyone's ears.

However, due to the extremely obscure and difficult way of Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian, everyone showed confusion when they heard the words, and then quickly closed their eyes, and began to comprehend the sound of the Dao of the ancestor Hongjun.

Even Sanqing, Nuwa and others who were sitting on the nine chaotic futons had blurred eyes and felt a little dizzy.

Seeing this, Patriarch Hongjun did not stop preaching, but continued to preach.

Among the many ascetics, only Han Qiao could understand a little bit, but he was completely confused about most of the content.

The flood and famine do not count the years, and time passes slowly.

Soon, 3000 years passed.

At the same time, the Voice of the Great Dao, which had been maintained for 3000 years above the void, also slowly stopped.

After those ascetics opened their eyes, the ancestor Hongjun said, "Since the creation of the world and the creation of the world, I have been in charge of this prehistoric world. After hundreds of millions of years, I have entered the realm of saints. And open a lecture for you and other ascetics, now, my merits and virtues in the prehistoric world have come to an end."

"From now on, this seat will integrate the Dao of Heaven with my body and take charge of the Dao of Heaven!"

Afterwards, Patriarch Hongjun paused for a moment, and then said again, "Under the Dao of Heaven, when there are saints preaching and teaching, after this seat merges with the Dao of Heaven, there will be six saints who will preach and receive karma on my behalf!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Sanqing, Nuwa and others.

Although there were 3000 ascetics who came to listen to the Dao, the only ones who really had the chance to become saints were those who sat on the nine chaotic futons.

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts were filled with regret. If they had known this before, they would have fought for the spot of Chaos and Muddle at all costs.

Hong Yun, who had never fought or snatched, also showed remorse.

Suddenly, Hong Yun noticed a murderous gaze on him, he quickly looked up, and saw Kunpeng looking at him with cold eyes, his pupils were full of uncontrollable murderous intent.

Seeing this, Hong Yun couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

At this moment, the voice of Patriarch Hongjun sounded again.

"This is the Primordial Purple Qi derived from the birth of Chaos. After you refine it, you can break through to the realm of a saint!"

As soon as the words fell, Patriarch Hongjun waved his sleeves, and seven rays of purple light suddenly descended from the void.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes were excited, and their pupils were full of greedy expressions, but they were puzzled the next moment.

Didn't Patriarch Hongjun say that there should be six saints under the Dao of Heaven?Why are there seven primordial purple qi?

Is it...

Everyone couldn't help but think of a possibility, their pupils burst into fiery looks, staring at the primordial purple air above the void.

"Sanqing was transformed from the chaotic primordial spirit who created the world and inherited Pangu, and he followed me for hundreds of millions of years to become a saint!" Ancestor Hongjun didn't seem to see the fiery expressions of the ascetics, the illusory The voice rang out.

As soon as the words fell, the primordial purple air in the void descended three ways, and then slowly injected into Sanqing's body.

"Thank you teacher!"

Seeing this, Sanqing couldn't help clapping his hands excitedly and said.

Although they have entered the realm of quasi-sages, they are only one realm away from the realm of saints, which makes them very clear in their hearts that if they want to step into the realm of saints, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven, otherwise they will be able to reach the realm of saints for hundreds of millions of years. In the prehistoric world, Patriarch Hongjun would not be the only one who stepped into the realm of saints.

"Nuwa is the fourth disciple of this seat. In the future, she will do great merit to the prehistoric world and can enter the realm of saints!"

As soon as the words fell, a stream of primordial purple energy descended from the void, and then poured into Nuwa's body.

Seeing this, Nuwa cupped her hands in joy and said, "Thank you teacher!"

"En!" Patriarch Hongjun nodded, and then his eyes fell on Zhunti and Jieying.

(End of this chapter)