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On this day, when the self-corpse completely stabilized its self-cultivation base, and tried to attack the ten levels several times, a violent coercion spread from the Zixiao Palace.

In a short time, the world changed color, purple air came east, countless auras gathered into petals, spilled over the world, the world was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, it seems that the world is celebrating.

"I am Hongjun. Today, I have proved Hunyuan Dadao and become a saint. Thirty-three days away, inside the Zixiao Palace, there is a forum where anyone who is predestined can listen to the sermon."

Accompanied by the sacred power of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the voice spread in the wild, and all creatures could hear this voice. Similarly, everyone was lying on the ground, looking at the sky in amazement.

Daozu Hongjun's voice echoed three times, then dissipated, and the sacred power that overwhelmed the world also dissipated.

The self corpse broke out with his whole body repairing base to resist this pressure. After the pressure dissipated, he exhaled, half-step tenth and tenth, the gap is still quite large.

The self corpse walked out of the room and came outside Hongjun Daozu's room. With a creak, the door opened. Hongjun Daozu came out and said with a smile, "Are you here?"

"Congratulations to Dao Ancestor for proving Dao and becoming holy!" The self corpse smiled indifferently.

Dao Zu Hongjun was startled slightly, "Why call me Dao Zu?"

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The corner of my corpse's mouth twitched, you are not a Taoist ancestor now...

"The Daoist preaching is a prehistoric ancestor!" Self-dead said with a smile.

"Friends of Daoist are absurd." said Hongjun Daozu, "I have already comprehended the jade disc of good fortune, and realized the general trend of the heavenly path, but it seems that there is a variable in the heavenly path. Little friends can know, who is this variable?"

"Naturally it is me!" Self-dead said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, I became a variable, but shouldn't I be an odd number?

Under the way of heaven, abnormal numbers are to be blamed.

But now, why does Hongjun Daozu say that he is a variable?

"Fellow Daoist really understands!" Hongjun Daozu said with a smile, "Let's go outside and have a look!"

The ego nodded.

On the square in front of the Zixiao Palace, Daozu Hongjun stretched out his hand, and six futons appeared on the ground. He pondered for a while, then pointed again, and a futon appeared there!

The self corpse was a little surprised, how could it be seven futons?

"Fellow Daoist feels weird?" Dao Zu Hongjun said with a smile, "In this way, fellow Daoist is more aware of the changes in the general situation of the world. Do you know, who is this futon prepared for?"

"Could it be me?" The self corpse said in a daze.

"Hahaha!" Hongjun Daozu laughed. "The Daoists look down on themselves too much. You should know the meaning of these futons, right?"

"Naturally knows. This is the position of a saint by heaven." Self-corpse said.

"But they are all my disciples!" Hongjun Daozu said with a smile, "Why, fellow Daoists also want to be my disciples?"

The corner of my corpse's mouth twitched, and he shook his head, not wanting!

"That's not it!" Hongjun Daozu smiled, "This futon is naturally not prepared for you. Your position is there!"

Daozu Hongjun stretched out his hand and pointed. In front of the square, two futons appeared. Daozu smiled and said, "That's the futon for you and me!"

The self-dead was taken aback, Hongjun Daozu, do you want me to be on an equal footing with you?

Daozu Hongjun smiled softly and said, "Fellow Daoist at this time, do you know who prepared this seventh futon?"

The self corpse was silent for a while, and shook his head.

"Houtu!" Daozu Hongjun saw that his corpse could not guess, and said with a smile, "This position is prepared for Houtu. Originally, I didn't plan to set up seven futons. However, it suddenly occurred to me that since there are After the little friend this variable, he said that he would not die and die! Maybe fellow Daoist understood?"

The corner of my corpse's mouth twitched, and I went, because of me, you reserved a seat for Houtu?

No, after Hou Tu was transformed into reincarnation, his body died away. After all, the Wu Clan had no primordial spirit.

Even if you give Houtu futons, Houtu may not be able to survive!

Just because you saw my change, do you think there will be changes in the future?

"Everything in heaven and earth has a ray of life. Dao friends are variables. Maybe you can find different variables for Hou Tu!" Hongjun Daozu sighed. "You guys know the general trend of the world, so naturally you should know that Hou Tu will be a great future. , What choice was made!"

The corpse of the self nodded, and the Hou Tu incarnate in reincarnation, creating a reincarnation place for the lonely ghost.

It can be said that the entire prehistoric world owes Houtu cause and effect.

Therefore, there should be one person in the position of saint.

It's a pity that the Wu Clan has no primordial spirit...

"Troubled fellow Daoist!" Daozu Hongjun arched his hand at his corpse, "Please bring variables, don't let Houtu die. It is a shame that such a compassionate person will die and die!"

The corners of my corpse's mouth twitched, and you really value me too much.

If you want to make the Hou Tu sanctified, it is not easy, it seems that you have to discuss with the deity.

After all, Daozu was right, Hou Tu was compassionate, and it was a pity that he died.

"This futon, fellow Daoists look at the arrangement!" Daozu Hongjun smiled lightly, turned and walked towards the Zixiao Palace, and said, "Under the heavenly path, there will be cause and effect, but the first line of life exists in anyone's hands. Daoists can arrange their seats! The old Dao first tidy up the content of the sermon!"

My corpse nodded, and walked to his futon first, sat down, released the momentum of his whole body, his eyes were shining, and he looked at the six futons on the square.

After a long time, someone finally came to Zixiao Palace.

More and more people gathered around. They saw the self-corpse and their eyes lit up. They saw the self-corpse sitting on the front futon, staring at the crowd, and everyone suddenly changed their expressions. This man's aura was actually like this. terror?

Wouldn't he be Hongjun Daozu!

The self corpse didn't speak, and looked at everyone quietly.

Everyone was staring a little hairy.

There are three people, Lao Tzu, Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian.

The three were silent for a while, and Lao Tzu said, "Let's go and sit down!"

"That person is not a teacher." Yuan said, "His cultivation base is too terrifying. What if he drives us away?"

Tongtian said, "This is the teacher's place, even if it is driven away, it won't be too much, the big deal, we can just return!"

All three nodded.

It can be seen from this that Hongjun Daozu had already accepted the Sanqing as a disciple, but he never informed the original.

The three were silent for a while, and walked forward, and everyone couldn't help looking at Sanqing.

Self corpse looked at Sanqing, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and did nothing.

Sanqing walked over, arched his hand at the corpse, and then sat down!

The three of them were frightened, and they were relieved to see that Gu Feng didn't say anything.

Everyone saw that this person was not expelled, it was easier!

Everyone rushed towards the futon.

It seems that a futon seat battle will be shown in the Zixiao Palace!

The self corpse snorted coldly, waved his hand, a violent breath rushed out directly, and the one rushing in the front was Kunpeng!

This breath directly shook Kun Peng back, and smashed into the crowd with a bang!

Everyone's complexion suddenly changed, and they backed hurriedly, feeling the power of their own corpse, and their faces were extremely shocked.

Why could Sanqing sit down and we were blasted out by him?

Sanqing is also somewhat inexplicable, why can we sit down?

Could it be because we are the disciples of Teacher Hongjun?

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Nuwa, come here, sit down!" At this moment, the self-dead saw two people with snake tails, and then said.

Does that beautiful snake-tailed woman's face change, is he calling himself?

After pondering for a while, Nu Wa stepped forward and sat down!

Self-corpse glanced at the crowd and closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, is this seat specially prepared for others?

So, can't we sit down?

However, there are only seven futons. What these seats seem to represent!

After a while, the corpse closed his eyes and said again, "Houtu, come and sit down!"

"Thank you!" In the direction of the Wu clan, a woman bowed and saluted, stepped forward, and sat down!

Everyone was startled, and sure enough, these futons were specially prepared for people.

The people around were a little helpless and sighed. It seemed that they couldn't get this seat anymore.

My corpse closed his eyes, do I want to let them sit down?

After a while, sure enough, two Westerners came here, who were Zhunzi and Xiemen. They could not help but hesitate when they saw everyone looking at each other.

"This fellow Daoist!" Zhunti bowed to Kunpeng, "My brother and I are from the West and came late. I think there are still two seats there. Why don't you go forward and sit? That person"

"If you want to die, go and sit down!" Kunpeng snorted coldly.

The quasi mention and the lead face each other, what is the situation?

After a long time, the self-dead never opened his mouth to let people sit down.

Finally, the number of people in the Purple Heaven Palace stopped increasing, and the figure of Daozu Hongjun appeared next to my corpse and sat down!

"I have seen Hongjun Daozu!" The self corpse opened his eyes and arched his hand to Hongjun.

Everyone was suddenly shocked, this is Saint Hongjun?

"Meet the saint!" Everyone knelt down and bowed to the saint.

Daozu Hongjun waved his hand and helped everyone up. Looking at the two empty futons, he couldn't help but smiled, "Daoist, you have a lot of prejudice!"

A smile appeared on the corner of the self-dead mouth, "I just want to disgust them!"

Daozu Hongjun smiled and shook his head.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, who is this person?

Why does Saint Hongjun call him a Daoist friend?

Could it be that he is also a saint?

The aura on his body is also very magnificent, far beyond our reach!

But between heaven and earth, there is no vision of a sanctified person!

Isn't this person sanctifying in the prehistoric times, or is he not a saint at all?