Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 309 With the flick of a finger, 3 years of primordial purple energy!

There were two wars between Honghuang and Luohu.

The first time, of course, was countless tens of thousands of years ago, at the end of the Longhan Great Tribulation, the battle between Taoism and demons.

In that battle, Daozu shattered Luo Hu's plan to attain enlightenment, severely injured Luo Hu, and drove Luo Hu out of the wilderness.

The second time, that is, the War of Demon Dao Invasion not long ago.

Luo Hu was defeated again, losing troops and generals, Da Luo, quasi-sage, I don't know how much was lost.

Luo Hu himself was severely damaged. Even the Great Moment of Destruction suffered heavy losses again. His rank fell, and he had no choice but to leave the prehistoric world in embarrassment.

The two wars have put Luohu and Honghuang in the position of life-and-death enemies.

If you don't find Luo Hu sooner, give him a decisive blow to eliminate future troubles forever.

Sooner or later, Rahu will re-invade the prehistoric, setting off a supreme slaughter!
Leader Tongtian's voice became solemn and he said slowly, "Then how to cultivate the strong men in the wild?"

"The prehistoric world is expanding again, and the way of heaven is strong. Naturally, more Hongmeng Purple Qi can be born. With the Hongmeng Purple Qi as the foundation, why worry about the scarcity of powerful people in our ancient world?"

Chen Xuanji smiled, and continued, "Of course, besides the path of being a sage of the heavenly way, they can also choose to prove the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian."

"Now, the boundaries between heaven and earth are wide open. There are no more constraints or bottlenecks on the power of understanding the laws. They can just let them understand."

Leader Tongtian nodded slowly, "That's not impossible, but I don't know that behind Luo Hu, there is a monk at the level of Half-Step Avenue."

During this demonic invasion, Master Tongtian deeply felt the horror of the Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal.

That is a more terrifying power that surpasses all saints and Hunyuan.

The Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal is already so powerful, how terrifying should a half-step Dao level monk be?

Chen Xuanji shook his head slightly, "Don't panic. If our ancient world continues to develop, I may not be able to break through to half a step of the great road. The most important thing right now is to rebuild the ancient world, consolidate the destiny of heaven, and at the same time, cultivate more strong people. "

"Yes."

Master Tongtian nodded seriously.

Next, Chen Xuanji left Jin'ao Island and came to the Nine Heavens, and began to use the strong power of heaven to prepare to mass-produce the Primordial Purple Qi.

What is the Primordial Purple Qi? It is the foundation of the Dao.

But from Chen Xuanji's point of view, the Primordial Purple Qi is just a tool for cultivators to connect with the Dao of Heaven and use the power of Dao of Heaven.

A saint of the way of heaven, whose soul rests on the way of heaven, endures for thousands of eons without weariness, is untainted by cause and effect, always exists with heaven, and coexists with the way.

Every move can be borrowed from the power of heaven, becoming a monk with supreme supernatural powers.

Before the Great Desolation was shattered, the power of the Heavenly Dao was occupied by Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao respectively, and only seven Hongmeng Ziqi could be born.

But today is different from the past, how powerful the prehistoric world is today, the saints and Hunyuan emerge in endlessly.

With the current strength of the power of heaven, Chen Xuanji estimated that at least fifty more primordial purple qi could be created.

What this means is that fifty more heavenly saints will be born in the prehistoric times. This is an extremely terrifying force.

Above the nine heavens, Chen Xuanji united his mind and mind, while retreating to improve his cultivation, and on the other hand, began to mass-produce the Primordial Purple Qi!
In the blink of an eye, 3 years passed.

In 3 years, the vicissitudes of life, the original evil ways invaded, and the prehistoric people suffered heavy losses. After 3 years of recuperation, they became prosperous again.

Countless innate spiritual energy erupted from all directions in the wilderness, nourishing the vast land for hundreds of millions of miles.

This is the best era, the luckiest era that has surpassed beasts, liches, conferred gods, and Journey to the West.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is a piece of clarity, with infinite resources and inexhaustible resources.

For 3 years, the ten thousand races have developed vigorously, and they are bound to improve their strength in the new era.

Capture more resources and give birth to more strong men.

In the past 3 years, with the help of supreme luck, countless geniuses were born.

There is a supreme Tianjiao, who was born as an earth immortal, one year as a heavenly immortal, three years as a real immortal, ten years as a mysterious immortal, 30 years as a golden immortal, and 50 years as a Taiyi. In just 100 years, you can comprehend the power of the law and prove the Dao .

In the past 3 years, the overall situation of the Great Desolation has also undergone tremendous changes.

Among them, the power of Taoism is at the height of the sky, cutting off the teaching, and the immortals come to court, and they are the leaders of Taoism.

Human Education and Interpretation Education are also developing very well. There are a large number of new generation geniuses joining the two religions.

The most noteworthy thing is Western Buddhism. When the devil invaded, Buddhism was the first to bear the brunt.

Not only was Mount Sumeru occupied, but countless disciples of Buddhism fell into the battle between Tao and demons, and the luck of Buddhism suddenly dropped to freezing point.

But later, Chen Xuanji defeated Luo Hu, reopened the world, and reshaped the Western Spiritual Meridian.

Western Buddhism is completely out of control.

Under Zhunti's snare, the Western Buddhism is almost different every day.

Mount Xumi has been rebuilt and is more magnificent than before.

There are countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and messengers. The luck of Buddhism is soaring at an extremely fast speed.

On Mount Sumeru, Zhunti led the two of them to look at the majestic, resplendent and resplendent Daxiong Palace.

He couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and there was no frown on his face anymore.

Zhunti, the two of them had complicated hearts. When the evil way invaded to the most critical moment, they even thought about taking refuge in the evil way.

But in the end, I still made up my mind and chose to guard the prehistoric.

At this moment of Zhunti, Jieyin had to rejoice that he had made the right choice back then.

If you really chose to take refuge in the magic way, how could Western Buddhism flourish to the point where it is now.

In addition to the West, the human race has dominated the limelight in the past 3 years, and countless geniuses have been born from the human race.

The footprints of the human race are all over every inch of the prehistoric land.

It has already become the well-deserved largest clan in the prehistoric times.

In the Wa Palace, Nu Wa still eats enough for one person and is not hungry all over the body. She lives in the Wa Palace and devotes herself to cultivating.

Under the nourishment of the supreme luck of the human race, Nuwa's cultivation has been rising steadily.

We are only one step away from the Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal!
Of course, in addition to these, there are also 33 days of Haotian.

After Haotian rebuilt it for 33 days, he was completely depressed and felt extremely tired.

After discussing with Daozu Hongjun and Chen Xuanji, he issued an edict of abdication, voluntarily abdicating and no longer serving as Emperor Honghuang.

After giving up the position of Emperor of Heaven, Haotian only felt a burst of relief all over his body, as if a big stone had been lifted in his heart.

After bidding farewell to Hongjun, he went to Yaochi, directly found a blessed place in Honghuang, and began to live in seclusion.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that there are two clans of Liches.

When Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Eleven Ancestral Witches were resurrected, they had to fight to the death all day long.

But when they knew that there were already more than a dozen saints in the prehistoric era, and after Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, they were all shocked.

No longer mentioning the war with the opponent, he directly chose a cave to retreat and began to concentrate on recovering his cultivation.

3 years passed in a blink of an eye, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi regained their cultivation, and they were both at the peak of the sub-sage.

The eleven ancestral witches have experienced Nirvana, and their strength has also greatly improved, and they are also in the realm of quasi-sage Dzogchen.The prehistoric world was temporarily plunged into a state of peace and tranquility.

At the same time, in the Nine Heavens, with Chen Xuanji's unremitting efforts, dozens of lavender air floated around him.

It exudes an incomparably mysterious aura, which is the immeasurable primordial purple aura that countless people think about day and night.

In 3 years, Chen Xuanji relied on the power of the supreme heaven to condense fifty rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi, which he used to cultivate a new generation of strong men in the wild.

Among the prehistoric and prehistoric, the veteran strongman who has already reached the bottleneck and can break through with only a burst of purple energy.

On the Nine Heavens, after everything was ready, Chen Xuanji said loudly,
"All my prehistoric monks who have reached the sub-sage, quasi-sage and great consummation realm can come to the nine heavens to receive the primordial purple energy and prove the heavenly saint!"

Every time Chen Xuanji said a word, the aura on his body became more domineering.

The moment the voice fell, the aura of the Hunyuan Wuji Golden Immortal peak swept across the nine heavens and ten lands, all over the world.

It fell on the ears of every monk in the prehistoric era very clearly.

"Receive the Primordial Purple Qi?"

"Proving the status of a saint of heaven?"

"Is this true or false!"

As soon as Chen Xuanji said these words, the entire Great Desolation erupted.

In the past, the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace were all Daluo Jinxians. After countless tens of thousands of years, they are at least quasi-sages now.

Among them, there are many quasi-sages, Dzogchen, and even sub-sages.

At this time, under the temptation of the majestic purple energy, everyone couldn't care about anything.

They all turned into streamers of light and flew towards the nine heavens.

In an instant, the prehistoric world was full of splendor, as if countless meteors pierced the sky.

In the Demon Court, in the Demon Palace, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood up suddenly, with a huge shock in their eyes, "Great Purple Qi!!"

Dijun and Donghuangtai looked at each other, and they saw the longing for each other.

The opportunity for the two brothers to prove the Tao is finally coming!

"Golden Crow Turns into Rainbow!"

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi used the technique of turning the golden crow into a rainbow and flew up to the nine heavens.In the endless sea of ​​blood, blood waves rolled. Ancestor Styx looked at 33 days and smiled arrogantly.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi? It's a pity that the ancestor has already attained the Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian, so there is no need for it, but it's still good to join in the fun."

On Longevity Hill, in Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi just came back from playing chess with Hongyun on the human race, watching the grand occasion above Nine Heavens, he stroked his beard and smiled.

"Distributing the Hongmeng Purple Qi is such a big deal. I can't miss this event that happens once in millions of years."

With a thought, Zhen Yuanzi turned into a streamer and flew towards 33 days.

At the same time, Yujing Mountain, the ancestral land of the human race, the Suiren clan, the Youchao clan, and the Ziyi clan slowly opened their eyes.

The three ancestors of the human race were the first batch of monks in the human race. They practiced and accumulated for hundreds of millions of years. Today, the three of them are all at the peak of the sub-sage.

At this time, in the ancestral land, the Suiren clan, the Youchao clan, and the Ziyi clan slowly got up.

In his eyes, the twilight energy dissipated, and instead exuded a great energy.

"Let's go, let's also go to the Nine Heavens and get a piece of Primordial Purple Qi!"

"Yes, brother."

Youchao and Ziyi nodded vigorously, and the three of them waved their hands slightly, and the great mana cut through the space and rushed to the nine heavens.

Billions of years have passed,
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall, and twelve ancestor witches gathered together.

A trace of regret flashed across Di Jiang's face, "Damn it, our Wu clan has no soul and cannot prove the Tao. Now, we are going to be thrown away by those two three-legged old birds!"

"If the three-legged old bird succeeds in proving the way, wouldn't we be defeated by them?"

"Damn it, if we have primordial spirits, like those two old birds, why should we suffer this kind of anger?"

For 3 years, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Wu Clan, although they devoted themselves to cultivation and pursued a higher realm, they still had friction with each other.

One-on-one, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are definitely not the opponents of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

But the Twelve Ancestor Wushu is victorious in numbers. They are eager to attack together. Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are always irresistible.

Generally speaking, in the past 3 years, the ancestor witches have gained the upper hand in the battle between liches and demons.

Now, seeing Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi having the opportunity to use the Hongmeng Purple Qi to attain enlightenment, they suddenly became unbalanced.

"Brothers, what are you worried about? If you can't use the power of heaven, can't you mobilize the power of my tunnel?"

Among the twelve ancestor witches, Hou Tu smiled faintly at the eleventh ancestor witch.

"What do you mean girl?"

The Eleven Patriarchal Witches were all rough and rough, and they had doubts on their faces at this moment.

Hou Tu smiled slightly, and in the palm of his hand, eleven streaks of earth-yellow mist aura appeared. They were thick and deep, imprinted with the mysteries of the Great Dao, and exuded an indescribable aura of terror.

The three talents of heaven, earth, and man, and the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind are the foundation of a world.

In the ancient times, the way of heaven and the way of humanity became stronger day by day, and the way of earth naturally refused to lag behind. Now, the way of earth is enough to carry more than a dozen saints of the way.

"Sister, this is"

On the faces of the eleven ancestral witches, huge doubts and shock flashed.

"This is the authentic Primordial Purple Qi. Since the elders cannot rely on the Primal Purple Qi of the Dao of Heaven to prove their longevity, they should fuse themselves with the Dao and use the power of their blood to connect with the Dao and become my Dao Saint, whose strength is not inferior to the Saint of the Dao of Heaven."

Houtu patiently explained to the Eleventh Patriarchal Witch. Sure enough, after hearing Houtu's explanation, the Eleventh Patriarchal Witch's eyes lit up.

"Sister, what you mean is that this authentic primordial purple energy can help us prove the way?"

"good."

With a wave of Houtu's hand, eleven tunnels of authentic majestic purple energy slowly fell into the hands of Di Jiang and the others.

Wu Zhurong, the patriarch of fire, has the hottest temper. At this time, his face was full of excitement, "When we all become true saints, then beating those two three-legged old birds will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables?"

"Let's go, I'll go to the Pangu Temple to retreat, and I won't come out unless I become a saint."

With a greeting, Di Jiang entered the Pangu Hall with other ancestral witches, and began to retreat.

Not steaming steamed buns to fight for breath, Liches have fought for countless thousands of years.

Now that the two Golden Crows are about to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi and attain enlightenment and become saints, their witch clan must also have true saints!

Above the nine heavens, there are thousands of rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, countless figures, bustling and crowded together, and the terrifying atmosphere boils at this moment, stirring up the universe.

There are also many quasi-sage monks, including sub-sage and quasi-sage Dzogchen monks.

Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi watched from a distance, not only sighing.

Compared with the saints of heaven, they still prefer Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Being truly free and carefree, only cultivating one's own supreme magic power, is much better than the saints of heaven.

(End of this chapter)