Chapter 1090 Hongmeng Purple Qi, the foundation of the great road

Hongjun Daozu's voice came and slowly fell into everyone's soul.

Above the blazing clouds of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, it seems as if the sun is rising, igniting the raging golden flames of the sun. There are three-legged golden crows flying around the sun, a simple copper bell swinging back and forth, and haze gathering and mist surrounding it, making it unclear to watch; There is a picture above the golden Qingyun of the Emperor, and a tortoise shell draws countless mysterious trajectories, interpreting the stars in the sky. It seems that there are countless stars gathering, as if the Milky Way is reappearing, running across it, and there are also three-legged golden crows neighing back and forth around the head. , fluttering endlessly.

Master Huang Long also felt as if he heard the sound of heaven, and his mind entered a state that seemed to be empty but not empty. His mind was empty and dark, and his heart was in harmony. The five qi of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth came out from his chest, like water vapor, steaming up and gathering into the size of an acre of land. In the Qingyun, the three large jade-colored lotuses in the Qingguang Qingyun continue to absorb the golden lotus spiritual energy in the Zixiao Palace. They are swaying in various shapes, delicate and beautiful, and the true spiritual origin steps into the long river of destiny, following the world of mortals. The sentient beings drifted with the current in the river. Gradually the true spirit rose and they were about to jump out of the water and achieve the Daluo Jinxian Dao Fruit. Master Huanglong was startled. The timing was not right. He quickly suppressed the desire to break through and was immersed in it again. In the Taoist Taoist road, the soul is moving, and the clear mind can see the nature and let the light shine. The jade is as flawless as jade, the wisdom can see the nature, the mind of the mind is like jade, observe the vast world, observe the operation of the heaven, and spy on the mystery of the heaven. There are endless opportunities and creations.

The sun rises and sets, the tides ebb and flow, the years do not count, the mayflies have died a billion times, the gods are just taking a nap. Two thousand one hundred years have passed. In the Zixiao Palace, Daozu opened his star eyes that could swallow up the universe. His left eye observed the reincarnation of all things, and his right eye surveyed the infinite world. Everyone who was immersed in the artistic conception woke up one after another, bowed down to Dao Ancestor, and shouted repeatedly.

"Greetings to the teacher, I wish the teacher a long life!"

The Taoist ancestor had an expressionless face, selfless and without desires, just like the way of heaven, and said: "In your lifetime, I have been transformed by Pangu and am in charge of creating jade butterflies. I have the responsibility of educating all living beings, so I lectured on the great way three times in Zixiao Palace. The great way is fifty, the way of heaven. Perform forty-nine, all living beings are looking for that glimmer of hope. Nine is the ultimate number. There are eight saints under the way of heaven, and there are seven under my throne. If I want to accept disciples, I should have six disciples."

All the great masters were shocked. They did not expect that Taoist ancestor Hongjun would actually preach and recruit disciples. Suddenly, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the originally silent dojo started boiling like hot water. All kinds of auras are floating around, no longer just guarding one-third of an acre. Some people are whispering, some are spying on the opponent's strength, and some are discussing in secret. Only Sanqing stands firm and motionless, and the auras are still rushing straight up like wolf smoke, majestic Dang, don't beat around the bush, don't fall behind. Some were ecstatic, and some were secretly worried because they were not strong enough. Taoist Hongjun just looked at everyone silently, without saying a word, and it was strangely like the cold winter months that made people feel chilly.

After everyone stopped talking and their auras calmed down, Daozu didn't care about the complicated thoughts in everyone's hearts, looked directly at Sanqing, and spoke.

"Sanqing is the transformation of Pangu Yuanshen, and he has great merits and virtues. He can become a saint and become my disciple. Are you willing?"

After Sanqing was ecstatic, he kept kowtowing and said hurriedly.

"If the disciple is willing, the teacher's holy life will be boundless!"

They saw three strands of purple energy emitting an inexplicable aura flying out of Hongjun's sleeves and robes, and flying into the three pure souls one by one. The three of them instantly understood that this was the key to enlightenment - Hongmeng purple energy. Born by the way of heaven, it can entrust the soul and merge into the void. From now on, no one can capture its own fate in the long river of destiny. It is not afraid of calculations. It can count tomorrow and calculate blessings and misfortunes. From now on, there will be no disasters or calamities, and it will enjoy immeasurable calamities. Carefree.

Hongmeng Purple Qi, to put it bluntly, is a shortcut to becoming a saint. It is like a cheat sheet in an exam. As long as you place your soul in it, you can comprehend the way of heaven without any hindrance until you become a saint and merge into the void. It is also a certificate. Only by getting Only with the Hongmeng Purple Qi can the heavenly way allow cultivators to become saints. Otherwise, they can only take the path of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, perform the feat that created the world, and prove the way with strength. It can be said that the journey is bumpy and the hope is slim!

Hongjun said again: "Nu Wa has profound virtues and will have great merits in the future. She can become a saint. Are you willing to close the door for me as a disciple?"

Nuwa smiled sweetly, like a plum blossom in the cold winter, or a cool breeze in the hot summer, which was pleasing to the eye, and she kowtowed as before.

"If the disciple is willing, the teacher's holy life will be boundless!"

A purple energy exuding a vast and profound aura fell into Nuwa Qingyun.

Afterwards, Hongjun closed his eyes and said nothing, which made Jieyin and Zhunti very anxious. Anyone with a discerning eye now understood that this futon represented the holy throne. How could the two of them not be anxious? Firstly, the two of them used sophistry to seize this position. They always felt unsure and were afraid of being punished by Taozu. Secondly, Nuwa was finished and it was their turn, but Taozu said nothing and the two of them were worried. disturbed. Then he threw himself to the ground and shouted loudly.

"Teacher, please be merciful and grant me another opportunity."

Some were gloating over the misfortune, and some were watching the fire from the other side. They saw the two of them kowtowing and shouting.

It took Hongjun a long time to open his eyes. He was ruthless and selfless. During the Dragon and Phoenix catastrophe, the spiritual veins of the ancient west were destroyed. Now, the west is barren and spiritual energy is lacking. The justice of God will naturally compensate. It is destined that a saint will appear in the west. Educate all sentient beings, prosper the Western world, and finally speak the truth.

"Well, although you two are not as blessed as others, you are still a person of great wisdom and perseverance. You can also become a saint and be my disciple. Are you willing?"

Although there was a lot of difference between the registered disciples, they were at least disciples. Moreover, the two of them were seated in an awkward position, so they did not dare to argue and immediately responded.

"If the disciple is willing, the teacher's holy life will be boundless!"

At this point, two more beams of Hongmeng Purple Qi fell into the Jieyin Dingmen and Zhunti Niwan Palace.

Seeing that the two of them had obtained such a great opportunity by crying and begging, the great supernatural power practitioners in the Three Thousand Zixiao Palace immediately wanted to imitate them. They knelt down one after another and begged Daozu Hongjun for the help they needed to become a saint. The foundation of the avenue.

In the entire Zixiao Palace, except for the six future saints and the Taoist disciples of the Taoist ancestors, only Zhenren Huanglong looked on with cold eyes, sitting quietly behind Yuanshi Tianzun without making a sound. He naturally knew the function of Hongmeng Ziqi, but he was destined by chance. If it is not enough, the luck and merit will be shallow, and there will naturally be no hope of achieving the status of a saint.

Huanglong master silently transported his soul and took a look at the gray dragon ball in his belly. He felt at ease. Fortunately, he also had his own luck and destiny. He could follow the path of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian who opened up the world. His future achievements may not be certain. Will be worse than a saint.

Hongjun remained unmoved, expressionless, and finally spoke.

"No matter what, depending on the opportunity, I will give you this last burst of Hongmeng Purple Qi."

After Taoist Hongjun said this, a beam of Hongmeng purple energy flew out, hovered in the void in Zixiao Palace, and finally disappeared through the top door of Hongyun Ancestor.

Hongyun was momentarily filled with indescribable expressions, including disbelief, ecstasy, and worry.