Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

In fact, monks have been arriving one after another.

After Nuwa abdicated.

The last monk also came in.

Except for Long Ming and the other three.

The number of those who came to Zixiao Palace was exactly three thousand.

But it's not "just right".

It was the result of Hongjun's deliberate control.

Just when the [-]th monk landed on Zixiao Palace.

The floating island where Zixiao Palace is located disappeared directly beyond the 33rd sky.

The strength of non-sages will never be seen again.

Those monks who managed to survive outside Zixiao Palace.

Can only be unwilling to perish outside the 33rd heaven.

They no longer have the strength to go back to the wilderness.

finally.

Tens of millions of prehistoric creatures.

Only three thousand mortals arrived at Zixiao Palace.

When the last monk entered Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun finally appeared.

"First there is Hongjun and then there is heaven, and hundreds of millions of living beings are behind. The three flowers on the top are more magical, and the five qi in the chest change strangely."

A song sounded.

Those monks who are watching Taoism and supernatural powers around.

All were startled.

Qi Qi looked back to the high platform.

Appears with the song.

He is a Taoist with white beard and hair, wearing a white robe.

It was the first saint in the prehistoric era.

Hong Jun.

All the monks were shocked.

They didn't find out how Hongjun got here at all.

Even Sanqing, who was sitting closest, didn't see it.

As for the ballad just now.

That didn't sound in the hall at all.

And they sounded in their primordial spirits.

Hongjun's eyes sparkled with holy prestige.

"Zixiao preached, three thousand mortals."

"Now you are all here. In the future, you will use the current position and cannot change it."

And that's not just the six already seated.

Also includes those monks who are around.

You cannot change your seat if you are seated.

standing.

Nor can it be changed.

After Hongjun finished speaking, he glanced at the three thousand monks in the world of mortals.

Look everywhere.

The three thousand Hongchen monks all lowered their heads in awe.

The corners of Hongjun's mouth raised undetectably.

Not bad.

This is the power of a saint.

Under the saints are all ants.

This deity will let these three thousand mortals know today.

What is the majesty of a saint, and what is... the fog grass?

Hongjun's eyes swept over Longming's body.

At that time, the perfect and holy breath trembled violently.

Fog grass?

Fog grass!

How did this evil star come here?

Why doesn't the deity have any sense at all?

The entire Zixiao Palace.

Including the fairy island outside, they are all extensions of the god's mind.

Why didn't the deity know that the evil star had come?

Hongjun's cold sweat broke out completely uncontrollably.

The Zixiao Palace is full of magic circles.

These magic circles and the entire Zixiao Palace became a part of Hongjun's divine sense.

Even if it's a chaotic breeze from 33 layers away.

Hongjun could feel it clearly.

however.

Long Ming is standing here.

Hongjun waited until his eyes fell on Long Ming.

Didn't find out at all.

Hongjun always felt that he was a saint.

Even if it is not as good as Longming.

That's more or less catching up.

however.

Now look at Long Ming.

What Hongjun saw was the same as before he was sanctified.

Completely bottomless.

Even if Long Ming is standing here.

Hongjun has a feeling that the other party is not real at all.

however.

Hongjun can be sure that Long Ming is indeed here.

So real, even more real than a saint like him.

Just like the existence of Tao.

Absolutely true.

Truth beyond all.

Crackling.

Affected by the fluctuation of Hongjun's breath.

There were strange noises in the whole hall.

All the monks bowed their heads in awe, not daring to look around.

Hearing strange movements at this moment, he couldn't help but raise his head curiously.

Then everyone was shocked.

Because the saint was frightened and distorted, sweating profusely, and his eyes were straight.

Follow the eyes of a saint.

The eyes of three thousand monks in the world of mortals.

Naturally, it all fell on Long Ming.

what's the situation?

Who is this standing guy?

Among the three thousand worlds of mortals, few of them were born during the dragon and phoenix catastrophe.

Most of them only started to perceive the outside world during the Dao Demon Tribulation, and it was still very limited.

Occasionally, a few dragons and phoenixes were born before the catastrophe.

They are all dead houses.

After all, the Three Xiantian Clans were in full bloom at that time, so they either joined them or hid.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to live now.

And these dead houses don't know about Long Ming's deeds at all.

The flood is too big.

No matter how loud the movement in the East China Sea is, it is impossible for the entire Great Desolation to be able to see it directly.

After the dragon and phoenix tribulation ended.

The beasts suffered a lot, and then went far to the west.

The dragon and phoenix clans began to close.

No one has time to spread the word about Longming.

And Dao Demon Tribulation.

All the witnesses in the West died.

Now it has become a part of the western god Sumeru.

What Long Ming did, let alone not many living beings know.

Except for extremely special cases like Kunpeng.

Those who know Longming's strength.

Either they didn't come to Zixiao Palace.

Or it is a member of the dragon and phoenix clan.

Among the three thousand mortal monks in Zixiao Palace.

Except for a very few people who have heard that the Dragon Clan has produced an ancestor of the Underworld Dragon, which ended the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation.

I don't know anything.

So at this time.