Hongjun looked at the expectant eyes of everyone below, and sighed heavily in his heart. Everyone wants to become a saint, and everyone wants to enjoy immeasurable tribulations of happiness, but how many people can escape the catastrophe, no matter how great their magical power is, after all,

There is no way to escape the number of days.

"There are seven saints who should come out of my sect. However, there are eight saints in heaven and earth. Those of you who are not able to become saints now only need to practice hard, accumulate good deeds, and study the great road diligently. One day you will be able to achieve enlightenment.

"Tao." Hongjun said calmly. The people sitting in the hall are all determined and intelligent people. How could they not know that Hongjun's words were words of comfort and should not be taken seriously.

"The teacher just mentioned only six saints. I wonder who the seventh one is?" asked another person in the hall.

Cao Xiaolong looked at the speaker, and with a little recognition, he knew that this person was the ancestor of the Styx who was born from the sea of ​​blood.

When Pangu opened the sky, his body died and transformed into all things. The only remaining part of the human body, the navel, was the most filthy part, but it turned into a sea of ​​blood. The filthy air was rolling in the sea of ​​blood. Ordinary people were not allowed to enter, and they would be filthy.

The blood eroded the physical body of the soul and turned into a part of the sea of ​​blood.

The filthy air of this blood sea circulates day and night, endlessly absorbing the most turbid and poisonous things in the world, and it has become the most poisonous and terrifying place in the world. No one with great supernatural powers is willing to go there.

Under the great road, all living beings must emerge, and this sea of ​​​​blood is no exception. I don’t know how many years it took for this sea of ​​​​blood to be formed, and a purple blood mass was conceived. After countless years of gestation, a purple blood mass was conceived within the blood mass.

A life of soul.

When this person was born, the world changed dramatically, and the way of heaven was about to destroy him with thunder. This person was the ancestor of Minghai. When the ancestor of Minghai was born, he held two swords in his arms, which were the two innate killing weapons of Yuantu Abi.

His body was filled with murderous aura, and his murderous aura shot straight to the sky, which was extremely frightening.

Hongjun saw Ancestor Minghai asking questions, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "The seventh saint should be Hongyun."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and seven streams of purple light shot directly into the eyebrows of the seven people. "This is the Hongmeng Purple Qi that is the basis of sanctification. It contains the laws of the great road. If you understand them, you can become a saint." After a pause, Hongjun said something meaningful again.

He said: "This is also necessary for sanctification. If there is no foundation for sanctification, it will be regarded as unholy."

When the people in the hall heard this, it was as if a pot had exploded, and they were talking endlessly.

According to what Hongjun said, it is not enough for Taoist skills to reach the standard of sainthood. You have to find this so-called Hongmeng Purple Qi, the basis of sainthood, before you can become a saint. Since Pangu opened the world, now even innate spiritual treasures are not available, and

Where can one go to find the Hongmeng Purple Qi? In this case, doesn’t it mean that everyone has no hope of ever becoming a saint?

Urgent, everyone is really anxious this time.

Taiyi Donghuang knelt down and cried loudly: "Teacher, I am the Demon King, why can't I enjoy the status of a saint? Teacher is unfair, teacher is unfair, Donghuang doesn't accept it."

Seeing the Donghuang's attitude, Hongjun sighed even louder in his heart: "My magical powers are not as good as those of heaven! You two clans of witches and witches have little luck after all, and you are not worthy of the position of saint. Even if I grant it to you, you will become a saint under the Great Dao.

No saint."

Donghuang cried even louder, knelt down and kowtowed, and said: "I, the demon clan, cannot deserve the holy position, so what kind of virtue can Hongyun have, but can he enjoy the honor of a saint?" The emotional Hongyun was the foundation for becoming a saint, Donghuang said.

The emperor was very unconvinced.

This statement asked about the psychology of the public. Thinking about Hongyun, in terms of Dao Xing, there are not a few people here who have advanced humanistic practices. In terms of power, he Hongyun is just a casual cultivator. He has no claim to fame in the prehistoric continent, whether it is Donghuang

, Hou Tu, who is not much more powerful than him.

Hongjun was made depressed by Donghuang's cries, and gradually showed dissatisfaction. He said in a strong tone: "This is the way that the great road has been determined. I cannot change it. Don't ask me again. The position of the saints has been determined in this way."

, you should reserve your opinions if you have any."

Hongjun's words shocked everyone in the hall and no longer dared to say anything, for fear of irritating Hongjun. When he was unhappy, he used the law of heaven as an excuse to use a big move, and everyone could not eat it and walked away.

Seeing that there was no more noise in the hall, Hongjun thought to himself: "Now I am about to join the Tao, and from now on I will be the ruler of the Tao of Heaven. I will not do anything except big things. There are still many spiritual treasures in my hands, but they are of no use. I still need to give them to you.

It is for the purpose of settling down and settling down, suppressing luck, and benefiting the common people."

Hongjun's words rekindled the hope of those who had been disappointed because they had not received the foundation for sanctification.
Chapter completed!