Honghuang: I am Hongyun, I like to be a good old man

Hongjun ignored Tongtian, Yuanshi, and Nuwa, and did not look at Hongyun, but stared at Dijun.

The voice is a little cold.

The sun and the moon rise and fall in the eyes.

It's like a master of the Tao, but doing disgusting things that prevent people from proving the Tao.

"Now, under the Dao of Heaven, including me, there are already seven saints, and there is one who should not be sanctified..."

Having said that, he suddenly looked at Hong Yun.

His eyes became cold, full of killing intent.

Everyone knew what he meant: Hongyun shouldn't be sanctified, but he is equivalent to a saint, occupying a precious place.

"That is to say, there are already eight saints under the Dao today..."

Di Jun was in a hurry.

Looking at the merits of the heavenly way that can't be induced even after exhausting mana.

He couldn't help shouting: "Eight saints, including me, exactly nine, Daozu, why not?!"

The back molars were almost shattered.

If he is strong enough, he wants to kill Hongjun with one punch.

What Hong Yun said was right, that day in the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun blocked him from obtaining the primordial purple energy, so it turned out that he had harbored evil intentions long ago.

This revenge must be avenged!

If one day I am strong enough, I will definitely enter Zixiao Palace!

Cursing madly in his heart, his mana is still surging, crazily attracting the merits of heaven.

What, guaranteed to be unsanctified? !

Go away!

Don't stand up and talk without back pain!

If you really have this heart, whoever says this will give up the holy position, and Lao Tzu will give you a hundred guarantees after sanctification.

Hongjun's figure swayed slightly, and his restless Heavenly Dao merit was instantly suppressed, but he was suspended above the heavenly court and never fell down.

"Di Jun, you still don't understand, there are already nine saints under the Dao of Heaven, you forgot about Immortal Yang Mei..."

puff!

Hong Yun laughed out loud.

He was amused by Hongjun.

This old guy, having been exposed by himself, had no choice but to show up, but he couldn't find a reason to stop Di Jun, so he started talking nonsense.

What "Under the Dao of Heaven, Nine is the Extreme Number"!

Shit!

The Dao of Heaven controls the nine Dao laws, but it does not mean that there can only be nine saints in the prehistoric world.

On the contrary, the more saints there are, the stronger the prehistoric world, and the stronger the way of heaven.

The more precise reason is that if there are too many saints, if they are not managed well, there will be troubles, which will threaten Hongjun himself.

Moreover, Di Jun has already made enemies with him, if he is allowed to be sanctified, wouldn't he be lifting a rock and smashing his own foot.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, what are you laughing at?!"

Eyes narrowed, bursting with cold light.

Murderous aura erupted from the whole body, as if it was real.

"I am the ancestor of Taoism, and I have been in harmony with the way of heaven. My words represent the way of heaven."

"Could it be that you don't even care about the way of heaven?!"

The voice was cold and awe-inspiring.

Hong Yun, however, kept smiling and said disdainfully: "Taozu, don't talk so much nonsense, how about we make a bet?!"

"It's a gamble on Emperor Jun's proving the way. If he affects the operation of the prehistoric world after he becomes a saint, I am willing to kill myself to retire from the holy position."

"On the contrary, if after he becomes a saint, it doesn't affect the operation of the prehistoric world, how about you send me the good fortune jade butterfly?!"

Uh? !

Hongjun was speechless.

He opened his mouth to refute, but didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Hong Yun snorted coldly, and said angrily, "Since you dare not gamble, then let Di Jun prove the way."

As soon as the words fell, the chain of Dao Destruction in his hand turned into a black dragon and rushed towards Hongjun.

Furious!

As soon as Hongjun raised his hand, the Fortune Jade Butterfly appeared, exuding a mysterious light, and instantly formed a shield, firmly protecting his body.

"Hong Yun, it doesn't matter if you have the chains of the Great Dao, don't forget that this is the prehistoric, the prehistoric under the Dao of Heaven."

"Heaven is now, Daoyin is hidden, here, if I want to kill you, it's easy, uh, what's going on..."

He had just blown the cowhide halfway, when he suddenly noticed that the radiant shield in front of him was flickering, as if it was being destroyed bit by bit.

A terrifying force of destruction came from the chains of Hongyun Avenue, making him tremble all over, and even his soul trembled.

"No, this is not the chain of the Great Dao, the power it should have, no!"

No longer dare to resist.

His figure was like lightning, and he retreated sharply.

"Okay, Hongyun, I count you as ruthless, but this matter is not over."

But as soon as the cruel words were finished, his face changed, revealing a look of shock and anger—he was too busy to retreat, forgetting to suppress the merits of the heavenly dao, and as a result, all the merits of the heavenly dao fell.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded.

Dijun was wrapped in Xuanhuang merit, his stature continued to expand, his momentum continued to rise, and finally reached the peak.

The whole body breath changed suddenly.

Exuding the majesty of a saint.

It worked!

The preaching and sanctification was successful!

Di Jun couldn't help laughing loudly, the majestic power of the holy power enveloped the entire Great Desolate Continent in an instant.

Countless creatures reacted, and quickly prostrated themselves on the ground, paying homage to the saint.

All the monster races in the Heavenly Court were also overjoyed. They knelt on the ground and greeted the saint with a roar.

The rest, like Sanqing and Nuwa, also smiled and saluted.

There are only receptions and mentions, like dead parents, with a bitter face, but still have to salute and congratulate.

Di Jun ignored them, but bowed deeply to Hongyun, and said gratefully: "Thank you for the kindness of rebuilding, fellow Taoist."

"Without the help of fellow Taoists, I would never have succeeded in proving the Dao today. This kindness will never be repaid by death."

"From now on, my monster clan will be headed by fellow daoists. What a fellow daoist says is my word. If a fellow daoist has an order, even if my emperor is handsome, he will never dare to disobey."

Hong Yun waved his hand and said with a smile: "When the road is injustice, I draw my sword to help. I just did what I should do."

"It's you, although you are sanctified, but your foundation has been damaged a lot, and you must retreat for a period of time to consolidate."

"I can help you once, but I can't help you a second time. Don't forget, if someone hurts your heart, you will never die."

Di Jun's expression changed.

Anger burned in his eyes.

Without concealing it, he looked at the place where Hongjun disappeared, and then nodded fiercely.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, since I have become a saint, I will never allow him to cause trouble."

Hong Yun lowered his head slightly, clasped his fists again, then dodged and disappeared in place—Di Jun became a saint, Hong Jun retreated, and he should have left too.

After all, he still has more important things to do - he can't fall behind when everyone else is sanctified, and he must prepare for the three corpses to be one.

Besides, Di Jun, after watching Hong Yun leave, turned around and shouted at the demons: "My Di Jun is sanctified today, and my demon clan is bound to rise."

Laugh out loud!

Excited!

All the monsters raised their arms one after another and shouted, "Rise, rise, rise..."

All of a sudden, the entire Heavenly Court was enveloped by the sound of "rising", and even the prehistoric land was shocked.

Until this time, Di Jun looked at Sanqing and Nuwa, and chatted with them eagerly, with a breezy face and no airs of emperor.

As for the Second Dao of the West, from the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at it, as if it didn't exist at all.

Receiving, Zhun raised this anger, but he had no choice but to flick his sleeves and return to the Western Lingshan bitterly.

Chapter 219 From now on, the demon master Kunpeng is the number three person in our family

Di Jun was finally sanctified!

No matter how difficult the process is, no matter who is in the way, the result is good.

Moreover, looking at his breezy appearance, it seems that he didn't take the matter of Hongjun's hindrance in proving the Tao to heart at all.

At least, he didn't transfer his hatred towards Hongjun to Hongjun's disciples.

What, it is very unfriendly to the Western sects? !

Nonsense, I don't know how to be a person, and I am friendly to these two bastards.

Adding insult to injury, taking advantage of the fire, and wanting to reap the friendship of others? !

What a joke!

There is no such thing in the world!

"Brother, why do you have to be so respectful to Sanqing, now you are also a saint, not much worse than them."

After Sanqing and Nuwa said their goodbyes and left, Taiyi came up, frowning in dissatisfaction, and shouting loudly.

"Don't forget, they are Hongjun's direct disciples, and it is impossible to stand on the same front as you and me, even enemies and not friends."

How could Di Jun forget.

But it was precisely because of this that he had to show more respect to Sanqing and show his sincerity.

"We and the Western Second Dao are already immortal, and we will never be able to turn enemies into friends. If we offend Sanqing again, wouldn't we have to face the five saints?!"

Looking at Tai Yi with some disappointment, he shook his head and continued: "It is impossible for me to fight against the five saints with my own strength, and I will definitely fail."

"What's more, there is Hongjun, an old cunt, who is staring at him. Once he gathers his disciples, even if fellow Daoist Hongyun is counted, the situation for you and me will be extremely dangerous..."

When the word "dangerous" was mentioned, he suddenly thought of something, quickly looked at the demons, and said anxiously: "Where is the demon master, where is my good brother Kunpeng, how is his condition?!"

The reason why he was able to successfully prove the Dao this time is due to Kunpeng.

If it weren't for Kunpeng, who had withstood the coercion of Zhunti's saint at the critical moment, he might have bowed his head and admitted his cowardice.

And once he bows his head and admits his weakness, and loses his Dao heart, he will never be able to prove the Dao and become a saint.

From this perspective, Kunpeng is his great benefactor, and I cannot thank him enough.

Not to mention that Kunpeng lost the great luck and great merit of the monster race for him, and his cultivation base dropped drastically, even the grades of the two magic weapons dropped sharply.

It is said that there is no thanks for a great kindness, but if such a kindness is not thanked again, how can it make all the monsters feel sincerely convinced.

Kunpeng is in a bad situation!

Without the great merit of the monster clan's great luck to protect him, he was the first to face Hongjun, but he was slapped off, and he didn't die on the spot, which is already good.

The breath is vain!