This wilderness is too dangerous.

Time flies, and the time of Yiyuanhui is just a fleeting moment.

Outside Yujing Mountain, it is already vast and majestic at this moment.

On the top of the mountain, thousands of Taiyi saints gathered in groups, waiting quietly.

Under the foot of the mountain, hundreds of millions of creatures and monsters are overwhelming, stretching for thousands of miles.

However, although there are many creatures, there is no noise at all. They are all silently watching the top of the sacred mountain and waiting silently.

At this moment, time seemed to be stretched out, and every breath seemed to become longer.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, ripples appeared in the space above the top of Yujing Mountain, and a bright light shone out, sweeping across the endless world.

Buzz! ! ! !

As the void trembled, a magnificent palace emerged in the void, and immeasurable Taoist rhymes filled the air.

"This is the moment!"

The moment Zixiao Palace appeared, a Taoist standing at the forefront of many sacred things flashed, and he was the first to go straight to Zixiao Palace following the nodes of time and space.

This Taoist is called Ran Deng. He pursues the Tao with all his heart and ignores external things and does not get involved in cause and effect.

On weekdays, he stays at his home dojo and rarely goes out.

Even in the original battle to kill the ferocious beasts, Ran Deng never came out.

In the past, when Hongjun opened up the way to heaven, three thousand saints surrounded and killed Hongjun, and Ran Deng was not involved.

It was not until the last time that Hongjun gave a lecture in Zixiao Palace that he hurried there.

But since the last time he attended, he moved his cave to a place near Yujing Mountain and meditated quietly. He actually planned to stay at the Ten Thousand Yuan Meeting and wait for the next sermon.

But I never thought that things are impermanent and variables arise in vain.

After the Ten Thousand Yuan Hui's sermons were changed to one Yuan Hui, Ran Deng immediately guarded Yujing Mountain and became the first innate saint to resist.

The latecomers, because Yujing Mountain is the location of the Taoist monastery, it is not easy to argue and cause chaos, or they are worried about the sacred face and feel that a position is not a big deal, so they sort themselves in order and wait quietly.

But they don't know that sometimes, often inadvertently, what they lose is the unimaginable future!

Seeing the burning movement, the others took action one after another, turning into streams of light that pierced the void and headed straight for Zixiao Palace.

On the other hand, Ran Deng arrived at Zixiao Palace first, passed through the palaces and went straight to the inner hall of the sermon.

But when he entered the hall, the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned.

"Huh? There is someone faster than me?"

"No, they are not latecomers, but came first, and have been in Zixiao Palace all along!"

Ran Deng looked at the familiar figure sitting on the futon in front of him, his eyes surged, and he understood everything in an instant.

In fact, Ran Deng's prediction was good. When Sanqing and Jie Yin came to Zixiao Palace to seek help from the Taoist Ancestor, they learned that the sermon was changed to a Yuan Hui.

Also, I heard that the Taoist ancestor accepted disciples to help him achieve the Taoist fruit of Daluo Jinxian.

He immediately ignored the luck preaching and just waited for Yuan Hui in Zixiao Palace without saying anything and leaving.

However, as the leader of a party's orthodoxy, they also passed the news back so that their subordinates, Sheng Sheng, could be prepared in advance, which was considered as their due diligence.

"Something's wrong! There may be something unusual about this sermon!" Ran Deng felt something as he looked at the scene in front of him.

Under the high platform, there are two rows of futons, with three pairs of futons placed in each row.

Sanqing was sitting in the first row, and in the second row were Jie Yin and Zhunti An. There was still an empty space on the far right.

He immediately stepped forward quickly, without saying a word, and quickly sat on the last futon.

In fact, as early as the moment Ran Deng entered the palace, San Qing and Jie Yin Zhunti had already felt it.

No one knew the meaning of this last futon better than them, but they did not speak or give any reminder.

Even their disciples and holy fellow Taoists have not revealed anything.

If you don’t want to, you really can’t!
This is the futon arranged by Taoist Hongjun himself. The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Act is forty-nine, and there is still a glimmer of life left in the heaven and earth.

And this last opportunity is the last variable left for the destined person.

The moment Ran Deng sat down, Jie Yin and Zhunti, who were dozing, immediately opened their eyes, cupped their hands and said with a smile, "I Jie Yin (Zhunti) has met Taoist friend."

Ran Deng was stunned for a moment, then immediately returned the greeting: "I am a poor Taoist, Ran Deng, and I have met two fellow Taoists."

In the past, it wasn't that he didn't know how to guide and guide, he was also the master of one party. The innate sacred circle was so big. Even if he stayed at home, he would still hear about it.

The last time Zixiao Palace gave a sermon was the first time we met.

It's just that at that time, Ran Deng was just an inconspicuous Taiyi saint among the crowd of saints, so Jieyin Zhunti naturally wouldn't pay attention to it.

But today, as the overlord of one party, Jie Yin and Zhunti greeted him first, which really surprised Ran Deng.

Ran Deng then looked at San Qing in front of him, cupped his hands and said, "Randeng, a poor Taoist, has met three fellow Taoists."

Lingbao looked back and said with a smile, "My fellow Taoist, Lingbao, you are polite."

Daode tilted his head slightly, smiled calmly and said, "I am a poor Taoist, so fellow Taoists don't have to be rigid."

Yuanshi's eyes were calm and he said softly, "I am Yuanshi."

After just saying hello, the sound of bustling footsteps could be heard outside.

Obviously, many innate saints are entering the temple.

Seeing this, they just sat on the futon and stopped talking.

"What...what's going on?"

"Sanqing, Jie Yin Zhunti?! Why are there futons?" "Why are there only six futons? Is there some meaning?"

"Huh? Master Zhunti only said that the sermon meeting would be after a Yuan meeting, but he didn't say that there would be a futon?"

"The three Heavenly Lords are sitting at the top. Is there something hidden?"

Such a scene made the innate saints who entered the temple immediately become confused.

The saints who did not belong to the forces of Sanqing and Jieyin were even more confused as to why Sanqing and Jieyin Zhunti were in the Zixiao Palace so early.

As for the other saints, I wonder why there are six more futons.

You know, the last time I preached, there was no such futon.

Da Luo Taozu said that every move contains heavenly secrets, how can one do things without reason?

Although they were confused, they had no choice but to sit on the floor behind the futon.

In a moment, thousands of saints sat down one after another, waiting quietly.

However, he did not wait for too long. In a moment, without the gods noticing at all, Hongjun's figure appeared on the Taoist platform.

He looked indifferent, glanced at the gods with calm eyes, and said in a vague voice, "All the gods are here, let's preach..."

Suddenly, he paused in his words, his calm eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he looked towards the void outside the hall.

Hongjun suddenly paused, and everyone noticed something strange. They all subconsciously looked back and looked out of the hall.

Even Sanqing and Jieyin Zhunti are no exception.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, as the void trembled, a palm stretched out, as if grabbing a curtain, gently tore it apart, and evacuated a space passage.

A mighty and domineering figure stepped out.

When they saw this figure, everyone's pupils shrank slightly, with a look of surprise on their faces.

"Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang! Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"Witch Clan, why are they here?"

"What's going on? Why do the Wu people want to come and listen to Daozu's sermon?"

"Could it be that you are leaving Heavenly Court and joining the Xuanmen forces?"

Yes, the person who took the lead was the ancestral witch Emperor Jiang. After him, the twelve ancestral witches came out one after another.

For a time, the eyes of the saints fluctuated, and various thoughts surged.

You know, the last time Daozu gave a lecture, the Wu clan chose to go to heaven without any hesitation.

Why this time, Zixiao Palace suddenly came to listen to the sermon.

Just as they were thinking, the Twelve Ancestral Witches walked into the hall.

Di Jiang glanced past the saints and saw Sanqing sitting in the front. He looked at him deeply, then looked at Hongjun on the high platform and said with a smile:

"Fellow Taoist Hongjun wants to preach to the ancient world and educate all sentient beings. I wonder if we, the shaman tribe, would like to listen to your Taoist teachings?"

Yes, Di Jiang directly called Hongjun a fellow Taoist, without putting his own status below him at all.

Although in terms of strength, Hongjun Daluo Supreme's Taoist skills can wipe out the witch clan with just a few clicks.

But even so, Di Jiang did not think that he, a descendant of Pangu's authentic bloodline, had a lower status than Hongjun.

But when the saints heard Di Jiang's words, their hearts trembled.

not good! The Wu clan is here to cause trouble!

Sanqing, who was sitting at the front, stared directly at Di Jiang and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They looked at each other with a vague feeling of bad premonition in their hearts.

"The person who came here is not good!" Daode's eyes lowered slightly, and his spiritual thoughts opened up an independent channel to communicate with Yuanshi and Tongtian.

"Hmph! Wu Clan, after we achieve the Daluo Dao Fruit, the karma of the past will finally be settled!" Yuanshi's mind was not good, and his eyes became cold.

There is no such thing as coincidence.

Just this time, the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan rushed to the Zixiao Palace and said that there was nothing fishy in it. Would Yuanshi believe it?
Lingbao's expression was firm, and there was a bright light in his eyes, "It's just a little bit of trouble before attaining enlightenment!"

His way is like a sword in his hand, moving forward inexorably!

Even if this is the calamity of attaining enlightenment, he will not flinch even half an inch and use the sword in his hand to cut through all difficulties and dangers.

If I don’t attain enlightenment, I would rather die!
At this time, Hongjun had already regained his indifferent expression. With just one glance, he understood the immeasurable cause and effect and understood everything clearly.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly in my heart, "What a Heavenly Emperor Yuanlian!"

The only one who can see through Da Luo's layout is Da Luo!

The appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is nothing more than Yuan Lian's means of counterattack.

Hongjun said calmly, "Since the sermon has been preached since ancient times, the witch clan is also a member of all living beings. Since all the ancestral witches are willing to listen, then just listen!"

After that, he no longer paid attention to the ancient witches and said directly:
"In this sermon, I will talk about the Tao of Da Luo. How much you can understand depends on your opportunity!"

Immediately, the door of Zixiao Palace slammed shut, covering up all the secrets of heaven and escaping into an independent time and space.

"The big Luo means big and vast, meaning it is infinitely vast; the Luo means the net, which means it encompasses everything..."

"Therefore, the Great Luo is infinitely vast and encompasses everything!"

"The Tao of Da Luo has no front or back, no beginning and no end..."

The vast sound of the Tao is floating, the boundless law of the Tao is permeating the air, purple energy descends from the sky, golden lotus emerges from the ground, and there are grand visions evolving. (End of chapter)