The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

The only one present who didn't gossip about this matter was Houtu.

Although she was surprised that Hongjun's appearance was so old, she was not interested in emotional matters by nature, and only cared about the prosperity and future of the Wu clan.Houtu took a few steps forward, out of the range of the corner, "Senior Hongjun, I am the Houtu of the Wu Clan."

The appearance of Houtu attracted those interested eyes, and everyone began to wonder why the Wu clan came to listen to the sermon.As we all know, the shamans do not comprehend the way of heaven, do not understand the state of mind, and it is meaningless to listen to the Tao as the descendants of the ancestral shamans.

Because no matter how high the state of mind is, it can't drive the physique and blood power of the witch clan.

Houtu was about to express his intentions when he suddenly met Shang Hongjun's cold eyes like ancient ponds.Standing under Hongjun's sight, Houtu felt chills all over his body, as if his body had been cut open, and even his mind could be seen clearly.

She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes in respect.

"Our Wu Clan are also creatures of the wild, but we are born without souls and cannot practice Taoism. Senior Hongjun is a powerful person in the world. Dare I ask you, senior, do you have a way for our Wu Clan to cultivate the Primordial Spirit?"

In one sentence, the earth is shocked!

Hou Tu bowed and said loudly, "We Wu Clan will definitely thank you with a heavy gift!"

Fuxi, who was opposed to the position of the Wu clan, had his pupils constricted, and he no longer cared about the matters of introduction and appointment, and focused all his attention on Hongjun.

If Hongjun said yes, the entire monster clan would be shaken!

No, if it is more serious, the Lich War will end immediately!

The strength of the witch clan lies in their physique, and their inability to practice Taoism is their biggest shortcoming.Once this shortcoming is made up, the Witch Clan will be able to have both the advantages of cultivating the Tao and refining the body!The improvement of the state of mind can make those reckless people of the Wu clan calm down, understand the truth of the world, and deduce the future!

This possibility made Fuxi very anxious. He knew better than anyone else what kind of terrible progress the Wu clan would make after they cultivated the primordial spirit!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Hongjun's face remained calm, making it difficult for people to see what he was going to say next.In fact, he wanted to laugh a little in his heart. The ancestor witch longed for strength, but he didn't know that the prehistoric world had its own way of balance. Too much was too much. If everyone in the Wu tribe could cultivate the primordial spirit, it would undoubtedly be the moment they climbed to the top. blow.

Not to mention being a primordial spirit, even a saint is impossible!

The way of heaven does not allow such a race to monopolize all the benefits to appear.

Hongjun's gaze swept across the people on the futon vaguely, he saw Liansheng's silence, Sanqing's calmness of not knowing the truth, and Yang Mei's tense expression.As for the two guides and quasi-prompts who obtained the position of the futon by means, Hongjun looked away without looking too much.

Compared with the other five, Jieyin and Zhunti's luck can only be compared with Yinghuo and Haoyue, which is pitifully small.

Not everyone is qualified to compete with Chaos Demon God and Pangu True Spirit!

In the entire prehistoric world, Sanqing is the proud son of heaven.

After drying the back soil for a while, Hongjun gave her an answer: "The witch clan cannot possess the primordial spirit because of the turbid qi in the body and Pangu's blood essence. If your witch clan gives up purifying the blood and intermarries with the outside world , will naturally produce a primordial spirit."

Houtu's face turned pale.

Isn't this talking about the half-witches in the clan?

The so-called half-witches have impure blood and cannot practice the skills they have inherited internally, so they are not considered their own at all!The only exception is Changqin. Changqin is the son of Teng Chang, a three-generation great witch, and the other half of the impure blood also comes from Tongtian, which belongs to the same origin of Pangu's blood.

Even Zu Wu envied Changqin's birth and regarded it as the most perfect bloodline.

She begged: "... Is there really no other way?"

Hongjun said indifferently: "No."

Houtu's hope was shattered, his eyes dimmed, and he stepped aside.

The monks around all heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that they had become nervous just now, a little afraid that the senior would answer "yes".

The matter of the Wu Clan came to an end, and Hou Tu was embarrassed to leave directly, so he stepped aside, intending to listen to the sermon, and return to the Wu Clan after the sermon was over.

This choice became Houtu's biggest failure in his life.

Hongjun didn't talk to anyone anymore, the coercion of the saint enveloped the entire Zixiao Palace, those subtle voices, and the fluctuation of the exchange of spiritual thoughts were suspended, everyone's minds went blank, suddenly a flash of inspiration, all together Sit down and wait for Hongjun to speak.

"The Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is forty-nine, and there are three thousand people in the world who can prove the Dao."

Hongjun uttered the first sentence of the sermon in a vicissitudes of tone, and this sentence will become a sage's words that will be passed down through the ages.

Both Lian Sheng and Yang Mei listened to the Tao with their heads down, their hearts were peaceful, and they listened to the future Dao ancestor's understanding of the way of heaven.

No one can desert a saint.

Even the Hou Tu, who can't understand the Tao, remembers these words with a vague understanding.She was going to give Changqin a lecture when she went back, so as not to let Changqin lose at the starting line.

Hongjun half-closed his eyes, pointed at the jade plate of good fortune, and sat on the cloud bed, as if he did not belong to the world, but only came to help all living beings.

This talk is 1000 years.

The voice of preaching in Zixiao Palace has never stopped, and everything spoken through Hongjun's mouth is the core idea of ​​​​creating a school of Taoism.

But everyone knows that listening to something for a long time will feel boring.

In the first 100 years, everyone was fascinated by it. Hongjun before sanctification and Hongjun after sanctification are incomparable in preaching ability. The words of saints have unique power and can influence the world, and in turn affects the mind of the hearer.

They have no distracting thoughts, sometimes they suddenly realize, sometimes they frown and think deeply, and each of them has expressions like all kinds of life.

Among them, there are hundreds of people who have improved their mental state, and most of them are happy.

For the next 1000 years, the frowning expression overwhelmed the joy, because Hongjun's sermons went from shallow to deep, and those with insufficient cultivation would feel in the fog.

The monks outside the main hall began to break out in cold sweat, with white smoke coming out of their bodies.

The people in the main hall of Zixiao Palace are all prehistoric elites, powerful people who have reached the level of Daluo Jinxian.When they listened to the sermon, they showed more thoughtful expressions, which created a good atmosphere for listening to the sermon in the hall.

Suddenly, there were more subtle and discordant voices in the hall.

"call--"

A light sleep sound appeared.

The few monks who were close were like burning lamps. He was restless and couldn't help but look back.Seeing this, he was stunned, completely awake from the state of enlightenment just now.

Houtu leaned against the wall and fell asleep!

This is preaching, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

When the burning lamp breath was unstable, the nearby people were also startled by Houtu's snoring, and they all looked in Houtu's direction, all of them suddenly showing incredulous eyes.

Although Houtu is a woman, some traditions of the Wu people are still preserved. There is a certain snoring sound when she sleeps, and she will smack her mouth when she falls asleep, as if eating something delicious in a dream. Keep the gentle arc of your smile.

Nuwa wanted to cover her face, how could Houtu fall asleep!

She looked left at the shocked Fuxi, and right at Senior Hongjun who was preaching on the cloud bed.In the atmosphere of preaching for thousands of years, she dared not speak!Not to mention not daring to use divine thoughts to inform Houtu, as if saying a single word would desecrate the opportunity to hear the sermon this time!

Under Houtu's interruption, Hongjun opened his eyes completely, and there was a purple streamer in his black pupils. He looked neither happy nor angry, but everyone knew that he must be in a bad mood.

"Background."

His voice exploded in the mind of Zuwu Houtu.

The female ancestor witch with wheat-colored skin shuddered, raised her drooping head, looked around, and said reflexively, "Is it over?"

Nuwa: "..."

Fuxi thought: "Nuwa, your friend is really interesting."

Only Liansheng couldn't bear it, and kindly said to Houtu: "It's not over."

Judging from his understanding of the master, the master has just talked about the excitement, and there is no intention of ending it at all.

When Houtu heard this, she immediately knew that something was wrong. She looked around and found that the monks she knew and didn't know were all looking at her complicatedly.

Of course, there was still a hint of unexpressed emotion in everyone's eyes, envy.

They must all listen to the Word, listen carefully, and listen to the Word without a single distraction!But Houtu could sleep peacefully for hundreds of years!He just fell asleep listening to the sermon!

"Does my preaching bore you so much?"

Hongjun didn't let this matter go lightly, and said coldly.

Houtu was full of bitterness, and said in a broken jar: "Senior, I am really ashamed of your preaching... I can't understand it!"

Persisting for a thousand years without understanding is already her limit!If any ancestor witch came over, they would not be able to perform better than Houtu!

Seeing that she was telling the truth, Hongjun pondered for a moment, "Listen carefully, I will talk about the witch clan later."

He didn't believe in his profound knowledge, and he couldn't conquer mere ancestral witches.

Three thousand lesson plans are not in vain!

"Yes, thank you, Senior Hongjun." Houtu sat back helplessly, how could she have the nerve to say goodbye after Senior Hongjun had said so much.

After a brief interlude, the halted sermons reappeared.

Under the influence of Houtu, Kong Xuan was in a trance, and secretly pulled Rajalouluo's sleeve, indicating that he was about to lose his strength.

Garuda squeezed his hand hard to wake him up.

Kong Xuan squinted his eyes, letting his eyes secrete tears, and after regaining consciousness a little, he continued to listen to Hongjun's talk about the knowledge that would be useful in the future.

In order to improve his cultivation, he worked hard!

It's a pity that at this moment, no one can guess how long Hongjun will talk.

After waiting for 1000 years in Mount Sumeru, Luohu threw down the grape seeds and flew 33 days away. He wanted to know what was going on at Zixiao Palace.

Precisely--

Are those guys asleep?Hahaha!

The author has something to say: #818 Luohu who can’t sit still after waiting for 1000 years#

Luo Hu: Waiting is so boring!

Hongjun: ...

Luo Hu: Let me see your joke~

Hongjun: ==

Yang Mei: Help! Hongjun will preach for 3000 years!