Chapter 57 The Sainthood of Hongjun Zixiao Palace
The sky and the earth are long, time is like a loss, and tens of thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye.
On this day, Yuanshi was discussing Taoism and drinking tea with his two brothers. Suddenly, he raised his head, looked in the direction of his neighbor West Kunlun, and said inexplicably:
"Hongjun is going to become a saint, and the age of saints is coming!"
"What?"
The two people beside him didn't understand the reason. They felt that Yuan Shi's words had something to say, but they couldn't figure it out. But in the next moment, they knew what they meant.
The next moment, there was a powerful pressure between heaven and earth. Under this pressure, all the creatures in the ancient world felt like they were fighting against the power of heaven. All the creatures knelt on the ground and struggled. Those with great supernatural powers feel that this pressure is even more powerful, because they can feel that this pressure itself is not a combination of mana, but a kind of momentum. To be more precise, it is a gap in realm, just like with The realm of Daluo Jinxian can overwhelm a small heavenly immortal.
It only takes a few breaths. There is a huge difference between being able to hold on to one breath and holding on to two breaths. Three breaths have passed, and there are only a few people who have not knelt down in the ancient world. These people are all figures who will shine in the ancient world in the future.
With the fourth breath, Patriarch Hongyun of Fire Cloud Cave sighed secretly and knelt down on the ground. Another breath passed. Wanshou Mountain Town Yuanzi couldn't hold it in anymore and knelt down on the ground. When the sixth breath came, , Yuantu Abi beside Xuehai Minghe whined softly. Minghe collapsed to the ground. At the same time, Kunpeng Ancestor from Beiming Palace also collapsed to the ground.
When the seventh breath was about to come, the Hetu Luoshu and the Chaos Bell above Emperor Juntai's head also fell powerlessly. The two emperors of the demon clan had to surrender. At the same time, Fuxi from Buzhou Mountain also had a flash of light in his eyes. Lonely, kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, the only ones who can persevere are those who will become saints in the future.
As soon as the seventh breath came, Xi Lingshan Zhunti roared angrily, but could not hold on. At the same time, Nuwa from Buzhou Mountain turned pale and fell to her knees.
Just as the seventh breath was about to end, Taoist Xiejie Yin couldn't hold on and knelt on the ground.
The seventh breath is like a harvester, harvesting all the great gods in the ancient world in one go. Now the only ones left who can persist are the Sanqings in the Sanqing Holy Land of Kunlun Mountain.
But only three people were seen in Yuanshi. Yuanshi had a Buzhou Divine Seal on his head. Against the pressure of heaven and earth, the pressure of Hongjun's sanctification could not get close to Yuanshi. Yuanshi's expression did not change. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a smile on his face. Looking at Laozi and Tongtian who were still trying to resist the pressure of the saint.
I saw the black and yellow exquisite pagoda of heaven and earth above my head, and traces of black and yellow energy spread down, forming a field to resist the pressure of heaven and earth. Tongtian holds the Qingping Sword, and the sword's intention bursts out to fight against the power of heaven. The sword's intention does not dissipate, and his will does not fall. Even though the top of his head is sweating profusely, he still does not give up.
The eighth breath passed...
The ninth breath passed...
When the tenth breath comes, suddenly, the pressure is gone, the purple air echoes in the nine heavens, the heavenly voice is floating, thousands of flowers are blooming, the fragrance is overflowing, all the beasts are singing together, and the fairy sounds are swaying, mysterious and mysterious.
Above the sky, the wind and clouds rolled back, and even more auspicious clouds rose into the sky. Golden flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses surged from the ground. They surged up from under the earth. Along the east direction, a vast purple air stretched endlessly, covering the sky. The sky shook, the sun, moon and stars swayed. Endless creatures were inexplicably afraid and worshiped towards the east.
The heaven and earth have evolved into great avenues. In a short time, on the ancient land, countless creatures with vegetation, trees, beasts, and rare treasures were enlightened to their spiritual wisdom, and some were even able to transform into mortals.
"Hiss! There is such a vision, purple air comes thirty thousand miles from the east, auspicious clouds spread across the sky, auspicious air floats in the sky, and golden lotuses surge from the ground. What happened?!"
At this moment, except for Yuanshi, the most powerful cultivators of Da Luo Jinxian, such as Laozi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Zhen Yuanzi... etc., all took a breath and their eyelids twitched wildly.
At this moment, countless monks only saw that in the eastern part of the ancient world, at a fairy mountain dojo, a huge light of the holy way rose into the sky. This light was magnificent, shaking the sky, and its rolling majesty spread in all directions. Immediately afterwards, the monks could I saw, in the holy light, an old man with a strange appearance and wearing a black robe appeared. He jumped into the air and headed thirty-three days away. At the same time, above the nine heavens, a majestic song of the avenue came:
"Lying on nine layers of clouds, the truth lies on the futon.
Beyond the dark and yellow world, I shall be the leader of the teachings.
Pan Gu gave birth to Tai Chi, and the two rituals and four phenomena followed.
The leader of Xuanmen City transformed into Hongjun in one breath. "
"I am Hongjun, and I have become a saint today. A hundred years later, I will preach in the Zixiao Palace thirty-three days away. Anyone who is destined can come."
If this Taoist is not Hongjun, who could he be? At this moment, he has become a saint, but he is heading thirty-three days away to open up the Zixiao Palace Dojo in the chaos.
"Taoist Hongjun? He has become a saint! He will preach in Zixiao Palace a hundred years later?" Everyone was shocked, and they were all guessing who this Taoist Hongjun was. He was so powerful, and what kind of saint was he?
"call out!"
"call out!"
"call out!"
…
Countless streams of light rushed out from all over the wilderness. Although most creatures did not know what happened, many people with great supernatural powers knew that this was a huge opportunity that could not be missed. They immediately woke up from seclusion, and some drove Some of the auspicious clouds turned into rainbows and flew towards the direction of chaos.
"Brother, shall we go?"
The two of them set their sights on Yuanshi, trying to make him make up his mind.
"Go, since there are enlightened saints preaching, how can you not do such a good thing? It is also good to get some scriptures. Besides, even if you can't get any scriptures, you should get some benefits. A A saint should have many treasures.”
Yuan Shi would naturally not not go, but he knew that the three brothers were destined to be saints of heaven. If he didn't go now, wouldn't that mean there would be variables?
I and Tongtian both rolled their eyes and did not take Yuan Shi's last sentence to heart. Are you going just for someone else's treasure? However, when they heard that they wanted to listen to the sermon, they also felt that they should go.
Thirty-three days away, there is an endless world of chaos!
When all the powerful men from the wild come to this vast and boundless place, this color will always belong to the gray chaos.
This is chaos!
The world was created by Pangu from chaos, and Pangu, the great god who created chaos, was born from this chaos.
The Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods were born according to the laws of the Three Thousand Great Dao. They were born to control the laws and were favored by the Dao.
In this chaos, except for the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods who can walk and live freely, any other living beings who enter this chaos will be eroded and assimilated by the most primitive power, the energy of chaos. It will not take a moment or three to be assimilated. Be a part of the vast and chaotic atmosphere.
At this moment, the monks who went to the chaos to listen to the sermon were entering the chaos one after another, but this avenue was not so easy to hear. Hongjun naturally had a deep intention in setting up this dojo in the midst of chaos. He said that anyone with a destiny could come, but what did he mean by destiny?
Setting up a dojo in chaos has only one purpose, that is, you must have enough cultivation to protect yourself in chaos, so that you can survive in chaos. Surviving is not enough, you must also be here Only when you find Zixiao Palace in the vast chaos can you be considered destined. At this time, you are naturally destined to be the right person, and you can listen to the saint's teachings in Zixiao Palace.
It's just that these monks don't know how powerful this chaos is. How can it be so easy to pass through chaos?