I just woke up and became a saint.

Playing is fun, but don't joke with saints. No matter whether Hongjun can defeat Shangqing or the Chaos Demon God, the fact is that he is a saint, and his awesomeness is unquestionable.

"I want it! I want it! Saint, I want it so badly!"

Duke Dong resolutely knelt on one knee and shouted loudly.

"it is good."

Hongjun nodded, without any nonsense, and waved his hand decisively.

Soon, the figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and even Fuxi and Nuwa appeared in the Zixiao Palace one after another.

Play?

Either don’t play, or play big!!!

What he said about gathering all the strength was not just talk, he would use everything he could!

This time, he is determined to kill Shangqing!

Hongjun had even thought of a slogan: the Avengers, the Avengers Alliance. Anyone could lose, but Shangqing must die.

Shangqing is the target of the joint attack by the Avengers!

"See the Saint."

"See the Saint."

"See the Saint."

After everyone came to their senses, they saw Hongjun on the high platform and immediately bowed and shouted loudly.

Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who have always prided themselves on the nobility of their bloodline, are no exception.

The main reason is that they can't be polite. They are proud of their bloodline, but they are not fools.

The Chaos War was still fresh in my mind. How powerful was Hongjun? He was even superior to the Hunyuan Luo Shangjinxian.

Especially since he even has the origin of God the Father, in this case, they naturally have to be more discerning.

They can strike hard against the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, but it is better to be timid when facing such a strong man.

Not to mention, Hongjun has a blank expression on his face at the moment, and it's obvious that he's not in a good mood, so we need to be even more careful.

"You all have conflicts with Shangqing, or have been humiliated by Shangqing. The reason I brought you here is very simple. To discuss with you the matter of killing Shangqing."

As he spoke, Hongjun looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and said, "Don't you all revere Pangu? When Shangqing dies, I will give you the opportunity to face Pangu's mark and truly comprehend Pangu's avenue, and understand Pangu's past battles."

As soon as his words came out, they were like thunder exploding out of nowhere in the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, causing their bodies to tremble and their breathing to become rapid involuntarily.

Facing the Father's brand?

Comprehend the avenue of Father God?

Can you even comprehend the path that Father God has walked?!

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, all you need to do is cooperate with me. When this is over, I will help you achieve the state of Hun Yuan. I will also endorse you so that you can take charge of the entire prehistoric order."

Hongjun did not wait for the twelve ancestor witches to reply, but looked at Dijun and Taiyi and gave them bargaining chips.

"Establishment of the Way?"

"In charge?"

Di Jun and Tai Yi's bodies shook, and their breathing became rapid.

Of course, unlike the Twelve Ancestral Witches who expressed their true emotions, Di Jun and Tai Yi were purely pretending.

Prove the truth?

They really don't care.

You have to know that they have practiced a mythological system, which is a unique system. As long as they practice step by step, they don't care about the so-called Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Let alone controlling the Great Desolation, what is the Great Desolation? Can it compare to controlling all realms and all the heavens and worlds?

At this moment, they were only wary of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, fearing that they would turn against them because of such temptations, and they made up their minds to tell their master that the witch clan might rebel after returning.

However, they were still amazed by Hongjun's handwriting.

It was unclear what Dong Wanggong had given them when he first came, but the promises made by the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the two of them were crystal clear. It could be said that each one was an unparalleled opportunity and extremely precious. It was expected that Dong Wanggong would not be any worse. It was really generous.

"Nuwa..."

At this time, Hongjun pondered for a moment and looked at Nuwa again.

Just as Shangqing felt that Nuwa was mysterious or weird after reading the Honghuang novels, how could Hongjun be different?