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The gate of the palace is still closed, and the outside of the palace is full of strong men.

When the three of Lin Fan arrived, all the strong men cast their gazes over.

"Why is Saint Nuwa here?"

"Do saints still need to hear the way of sanctification?"

Discussions sounded, and the appearance of Nuwa surprised all the strong people.

The Zixiao Palace was opened, and all the strong men entered the Zixiao Palace one after another.

Like the usual two sermons, there were fewer people and some new faces.

"Hey, where's Hongyun Patriarch?" Nuwa didn't see Hongyun Laozi and asked Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi said with grief in his heart, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun has fallen."

"How did it fall?" Nuwa asked.

She has been in Buzhou Mountain and hasn't left much, so she doesn't know much about the outside news.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun was lucky enough to obtain a burst of Primordial Purple Qi. When the news spread, he was beaten to death by a group of quasi-sages. His death and dao disappeared. It is unknown who owns the Prismatic Purple Qi. There are rumors that the Prismatic Purple Qi Qi is divided into eight."

Zhen Yuanzi said, when he mentioned the loss of his friend Hongyun, grief flashed in his heart.

"Hehe, Hong Yun doesn't know the timing, so he should have fallen. If it wasn't for him, the Primordial Purple Qi would have fallen into my hands long ago. At that time, I was only one step away from the Primal Purple Qi, and it was Hong Yun who blocked me at this step, so I should have fallen. "Kunpeng's cold voice came from the side.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly.

"Hongyun's supernatural powers are not good, and you can blame me for failing if you fall."

Kunpeng continued to sneer.

"Zhen Yuanzi, if you want to stand up for Hongyun, I, Kunpeng, don't mind a few more dead souls."

Zhen Yuanzi glared at Kunpeng, but stopped moving.

He has friendship with Patriarch Hongyun, but the friendship has not returned to the point where he offended the demon master Kunpeng.

Kunpeng is a demon master in the Heavenly Court. If you want to touch Kunpeng, first consider whether you can beat the Heavenly Court.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi did not move, Kunpeng stopped provoking, closed his eyes and concentrated, waiting for the appearance of Saint Hongjun.

The nine clouds reappeared in the hall, and the saint Hongjun was above the nine clouds.

"This is the third sermon and my last sermon. It is about the way of holiness. How much you can understand is up to you! Here, I will first select six disciples, and they can be inherited by me. This time After the sermon, I will live in seclusion in the outer world, and will no longer care about the prehistoric affairs."

Hearing that the sage Hongjun was going to retire after preaching, all the powerful people in the hall were in an uproar, and it took a long time to accept this fact.

"Dare to ask the saint, who are the six disciples selected?"

Saint Hongjun looked at Nuwa.

Nu Wa had heard him preach twice, and this time was the third time. She was half-master and also half-disciple of him.

"The three named disciples are Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin, and the three official disciples are Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian."

A pot exploded in the hall.

A group of strong people almost asked why there was no me.

There were also quite a few powerhouses paying attention to Lin Fan, because it was Lin Fan who took out the futon first.

Kunpeng, who sat behind Zhunti and Jieyin, gritted his teeth.

He was just one step away.

The difference of one step is the end of the world.

When Zhunti and Jieyin heard the news, even though they had been mentally prepared for a long time, they were still dumbfounded.

"The primordial purple energy is on them." A group of strong men realized it later.

"quiet!"

The coercion of the saint spread, and the hall fell silent.

"The third sermon begins."

All the strong people listened quickly, even though the way of becoming a saint, many strong people will never use it for a lifetime.

How many saints are there in the wild?

Even the way of quasi-sage, not everyone can achieve it.

Having quasi-sage skills does not mean that one can practice to become a quasi-sage.

Talent, opportunity, and luck are indispensable!

When the sage Hongjun spoke, the sound of the Tao sounded, and he talked about the great way of heaven and earth, the way of becoming a saint.

Everyone was fascinated by what they heard, but few could understand it.

If you don't have enough cultivation, you can only see flowers in the fog after hearing it.

The weaker the cultivation, the farther you can see, the harder it is to distinguish.

Time passed in the sermon.

This time, the sage Hongjun only spoke for three years.

Three years later, the sage Hongjun finished his sermon.

"Dare to ask the saint, can you become a saint without the primordial purple energy?"

A quasi-sage asked Hongjun.

"Difficult!" Taoist Hongjun said it was difficult, but it was possible in the ears of the powerful.

The confidence of the strong men increased greatly, and they asked some questions.

Saint Hongjun patiently answered their questions one by one.

After the sage Hongjun finished answering, the strong men found that they were no longer in Zixiao Palace.

"Send Daozu off!" Everyone saluted in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

"Your Majesty, are you sure to mention them?"