The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

With Hongjun's good start, Luo Hu had a great time after falling asleep.He is a big devil himself, playing with people's hearts and torturing people's hearts is completely good at it.

Under the tacit "cooperation" of the two of them, a brutal sermon continued.The most painful one is the Wu Clan. From the famous ancestor witches to the ordinary Wu Clan people, everyone looks bewildered and empty-eyed, as if they have lost hope in the whole world.

The Wu people don't understand the Tao, and they don't want to hear the Tao from the bottom of their hearts.

They are proud of their strength.

This kind of resistance was stronger than any other race, causing the Wu clan to be almost completely annihilated, and there were often dying wailings from the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The only person who was interested was Changqin, but Changqin swallowed her words silently as she looked at the bleak uncles and aunts around her.

At this time, it is better not to mention the "Tao" thing.

As soon as the idea came to her mind, Changqin heard the always gentle Aunt Houtu shout, "I can't take it anymore, one of you will knock me out!"

As a victim of a second hearing, her mental state was somewhat insane.

Xuan Ming hurriedly pulled her back, "Sister!"

Hearing Houtu's words, Zhu Rong broke down and said, "It's useless to sleep!"

"I can hear that talkative sermon in my dreams! I don't want to live anymore—" Gonggong's hair was like a mad lion, and he hit the wall with his head, and there were several deep holes in the wall.The other ancestral witches didn't stop him either, they just sat on the ground in a daze.

All the twelve ancestral witches were "killed" under the sermon.

Di Jiang, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, Ruo Shou, Ju Mang, Hou Tu, Tian Wu, Xuan Ming, Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi, and Zhu Jiu Yin had only one idea for Hong Jun.

[Who can shut up that chatterbox! 】

The Witch Clan was devastated, and the monks from the Monster Clan couldn't help laughing when they saw the dispirited Witch Clan.Although I don't feel well, the Witch Clan is even more pitiful!

Nine heavens, heaven.

On the Lingxiao Palace, Tai Yi knocked his own Donghuang Bell back and forth, trying to use the sound of the Donghuang Bell to shake away those Taoist voices.

The waves in the air raced one after the other.

Finally Di Jun said with a headache, "Stop, Tai Yi."

Tai tucked the Eastern Emperor Bell into his sleeve, and said with a troubled expression: "Brother, I never thought that listening to the sermon would be a painful thing."

The top ten monster commanders who have the same idea as him, all have sympathy below.

Bai Ze was in it, covering his face with a fan.

He really didn't want to admit that... that person who has been preaching for thousands of years is his real body.

Hongjun's realm is high, but obviously he hasn't enlightened the skill of "being a teacher by example" after so many years.After being twisted by Luo Hu, Hongjun's definition of a good teacher has become simple and crude - a good teacher is one who can make his apprentices great and respect the master!

I heard that Hongjun has prepared a lot of magic weapons and plans to distribute them to his future apprentices after the third sermon.

Bai Ze could already imagine the scene at that time.

#There is a big local tyrant here! #

"White Pond."

"White Pond……"

Kunpeng stabbed Bai Ze's shoulder suddenly, Bai Ze woke up startled, pulled out of his thoughts, and looked up at Di Jun who was ignored by him.

Di Jun looked at the deserter coldly.

Bai Ze coughed dryly, "Your Majesty, I was obsessed with enlightenment just now... I accidentally ignored the outside world."

Dijun hehe.

Yaoshuai, who was working with Bai Ze, couldn't stop snickering, he was almost driven crazy by listening to the sermon, who would dare to say enlightenment in this situation!

The resentment in the heavenly court is flooding, and the formation is thickened every once in a while, hoping to block the voice of Dao from 33 days away.Layers of formations envelop the heavenly court, but the sound of sermons is still heard on the Lingxiao Palace in the center.

It was as if they were in the Zixiao Palace, listening to the avenue spoken by the elders.

Di Jun's ears were buzzing.

When he heard Fuxi and Kunpeng tell about Zixiao Palace earlier, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that these two people had no concentration.

But when the truth happened, it was too late.

The Taoist sound like a nightmare is transmitted to everyone's ears, hearts, and... in dreams.Whether it is reality or fantasy, everything is within the range of Hongjun's preaching voice, which fully makes all living beings feel the fear of preaching domination.

500 years is very short...

1000 years is just the beginning...

3000 years is a transition, and then we will talk about the way of quasi-sage.

The flowers bloom and fall, the tide ebbs and flows, 5000 years are like the end of the years... making those monks who live the same life as the sun and the moon dull like a stone statue.

Live like a year.

They never imagined that... the time would be so long.

Luo Hu lay down deep in the clouds, his black hair was like ink, and a few strands were pressed under his arms.He raised his fingertips with great interest, touching the ubiquitous karma.In order to make these impatient guys listen carefully, he used various methods of mourning to help.

Once 5000 years passed, karma spewed out.

In his line of sight, the whole prehistoric world was filled with darkness.

Rahu's lips parted, and the strong suction made the distorted and dark karma fly towards him as a black thread, which entered his mouth and became sweet and delicious food.

These things, which others avoid and fear, are his best nourishment.

He put his hand on his abdomen, "I don't know if you will follow me or Hongjun after you are born... Although Taoism and demons are essentially the same, it will always be more difficult to choose my way. What the world advocates is that evil cannot prevail over good.”

"However, no matter which path you choose, I will watch until the end. Zixiao Palace and Mount Sumeru are your escape routes."

He said these presumptuous words, his eyes softened.

Like water like a dream.

Luo Hu, who has a temper like Lie Lie Yan (raging flames), can also wrap his fingers around softly, making even the coldest person in the world fall in love with him and have a heart for him.

He got up and walked towards Zixiao Palace.

Before arriving at the dojo, Luo Hu heard Hongjun's concluding remarks that he hadn't finished for an hour.

"The quasi-sage reaching the peak is just the beginning. The difference in realms may seem subtle, but in fact they are very different. If you follow the way of beheading three corpses, then beheading one corpse, beheading two corpses, and beheading three corpses are the three realms, which represent Cut off good and evil, obsession..."

Luo Hu smiled as he passed by those people who looked like walking corpses.

The further forward, the stronger the strength of the monk.

In the main hall of Zixiao Palace at the front, he saw a group of people with dim colors, who seemed to have faded.Liansheng's eyes were blank, Sanqing closed his eyes with weak breathing, and Yang Mei maintained a fake smile, looking at the void with distracted eyes.

The heads of Jieyin and Zhunti were almost lowered to their chests, their clothes were torn, and there was no fabric to protect them for 5000 years.

He looked again at the monks who had no futons and were sitting in the corner.

Patriarch Styx, who had had a grudge against him, had entered a state of dementia, holding his two swords that did not touch karma, and seemed to be thinking about whether to go up and stab Hongjun to death.

This thought will be maintained until death——

Because he dared not do it.

On Zhen Yuanzi's side, seeing Hong Yun sleepy again, he secretly handed him a ginseng fruit.

Hong Yun was overjoyed, and carefully took a bite of the ginseng fruit in his sleeve. The smell of ginseng fruit stimulated the taste buds and nourished the soul and body. The coolness brought by this spiritual root can probably keep him awake for several years.

I hope that I can survive until Senior Hongjun's concluding remarks—it is completely over!

Standing outside the hall and watching for a while, Luo Hu recalled the paper cranes that staggered towards them. He touched their heads to make sure that even the paper cranes were under Hongjun's mental attack.

pitiful.

Luo Hui said to Hongjun via voice transmission: "To make a long story short, end it early."

Hongjun, who seemed to have a lot to say on the cloud bed, gave a subtle pause, forcibly stopped those words, and said to everyone: "After the quasi-sage, it is the way of a saint, and what is really broad and profound is the way of a saint. These will be preached next time." ..." Having said that, he was surprised to find that the faces of the people below turned pale for a moment, as if he had said something terrible.

Kong Xuan tremblingly remembered Senior Hongjun's words.

I will preach next time!

He looked at the elder brother he admired in pain, and found that the elder brother hadn't spoken, but had tears in his eyes and clenched his hands tightly.

Hongjun also noticed Liansheng's reaction, and said indifferently.

"Liansheng, why are you crying?"

Suddenly, all the audience's attention was focused on the boy sitting on the first futon. The boy was dressed in plain purple and had black hair in a crown, like the incarnation of a lotus in the water.

They understood the relationship between Liansheng and Senior Hongjun, and all looked forward to him.

Liansheng, please stop the next sermon!

Two sermons are enough!

After waiting for a long while, Lian Sheng said in a daze, "...to answer Master, I was touched. I didn't expect that there would be another sermon."

Hongjun smiled with satisfaction: "All sentient beings should follow you as an example."

All beings: "..."

Even Tongtian looked at Liansheng in shock, not understanding why Pangu's true spirit would join hands with senior Hongjun!Looking carefully again, they found that Lian Sheng's eyes were not looking at Hongjun, but staring desolately at the palace gate ahead.

There, Rahu stood leaning against the door.

The man's red clothes are like blood, his long hair hangs over his thin shoulders, and he is lazy and contented.Except for Lian Sheng, no monk noticed Luo Hu who had merged into him without a sound!

As if Zixiao Palace is a part of him, he is the master of Zixiao Palace!

This illusion lasted for a few seconds, and the monks woke up from the sudden beauty they saw, desperately realizing that the dust had settled and the third sermon was imperative.

God!

No one stopped Senior Hongjun!

Ignoring their inner protests, Hongjun announced that the second sermon was over, and then he and Luo Huo looked at each other, and the two disappeared in place at the same time.

In the dojo of Zixiao Palace, the tense monks relaxed.

They collapsed to the ground collectively.

Tears flowed from the corners of the eyes, slid to the ground, and became part of the sad atmosphere.

Next time I hear...

And if... How many millennia...