Honghuang: I became a fairy

Chapter 13 Lich takes charge of the world
The power of Pan Gu's real body shocked the entire prehistoric world.

Emperor Jun Taiyi led countless monster clans to set up a star battle formation under Zhou Tian. With the power of Donghuang Bell and Hetu Luoshu, they were completely defeated by Pan Gu's real body several times.

Emperor Jun Taiyi was seriously injured and his life was hanging by a thread.

"Suffer death, bastard!"

Pan Gu's real body raised the sky-opening ax phantom with both hands, and slashed fiercely at the second demon king who was lying on the ground.

The defeat of the Wu Clan was a foregone conclusion, and countless Wu Clan fighters also rushed towards the countless Monster Clan who were severely injured.

All the great masters who watched the battle sighed: The monster clan that dominates the world will probably withdraw from the stage of the ancient world after this battle!
A long river of purple air came from the east and ran through the entire sky.

On the long purple river, fairy birds are flying, and flood dragons are churning!
The sound of the Tao pierced the heaven and the earth, golden lotuses descended from the sky, and the strange fragrance permeated the heaven and the earth.

An old man in a gray Taoist robe appeared and said indifferently: "The Lich has ceased fighting for 10 years. Since then, the Lich has ruled the sky and the witch has ruled the land. No more disputes!"

At this moment, the victory of the Lich War has been divided, and if the war is ceased, how can the Wu Clan be willing to give up?
"Old man Hongjun, our witch clan has no intention of being your enemy, retreat quickly to avoid disaster!"

Pangu's real body, summoned by the twelve ancestor witches with Pangu's blood essence, is worthy of a battle with a saint!
Although Hongjun is a saint, how could the Twelve Patriarchal Witches be timid and retreat?
"Insanity!"

Hongjun patted it with a palm, and the blue palm print seemed to have the sun, moon and stars rising and falling, and it seemed to cover the whole world.

Holding an ax in both hands, Pangu's real body greeted Hongjun's handprint.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, Pangu's real body was shattered, and the twelve ancestor witches fell to the ground one after another, vomiting blood.

Zuwu Zhurong was very hot-tempered. He straightened his neck and said, "Hongjun, what do you have to do with me and the Lich clan fighting? Why do you want to favor the demon clan?"

Daoist Hongjun didn't say a word, but just glanced at Zhu Rong coldly, which made Zhu Rong shrank his neck in fright and dared not speak out.

After Hongjun Daozu left, the liches left Buzhou Mountain one after another, and this earth-shattering battle came to an end.

In just a few hours, countless liches died, and the entire Mount Buzhou was stained red with blood.

Blood flowed down from the mountain and gathered into a river!

The people of the Wu clan have no primordial spirit, so death is a one-off.

However, after the death of countless monster races, the ghosts wandered in the prehistoric wilderness, whining unceasingly, causing the ghastly wind and evil spirits to grow everywhere in the prehistoric wilderness.

The catastrophe in the world is getting stronger and stronger, and the calamity is not far away!
Although the Lich War lasted only a short time, whether it was the Monster Clan's Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation or the Witch Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation, they were both fearful to the powerful in the ancient world.

Especially the great array of gods and gods in the Twelve Capitals was able to summon Pan Gu's real body, and even Tai Yi, who had the innate treasure in his hand, was not an all-in-one enemy of Pan Gu's real body!
"Below the saints are all ants, and proving the Dao Hunyuan is the right way!"

For a while, Honghuang entered a truce period.

The two clans of lich and demon were recovering from their wounds, because they were afraid of Hongjun Daozu and did not dare to start a dispute again; the other powerful people in the prehistoric world aimed at proving the Tao and began to practice wholeheartedly.

Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiao Xuan had already reached the peak cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian, and he was only one step away from beheading the corpse.

Hongjun Daozu's third sermon is about to come, and Pangu Sanqing has already left the customs, waiting for Hongjun's third sermon.

Others don't know, but Xiao Xuan knows very well that after this sermon, Daoist Hongjun will distribute the holy throne and share the treasure with everyone.

From then on, Hongjun is the way of heaven, but the way of heaven is not Hongjun.

Thinking of Hongjun Daozu's expression when he meaningfully handed over the future of Taoism to his hands, Xiao Xuan couldn't help but feel sore: Maybe Hongjun at that time was himself!
Everyone in the world says that Daozu Hongjun is ruthless, but it is not just Daozu who is also worried!

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

The sound of the bells resounded throughout the world, and the voice of Taoist Hongjun also sounded.

"I am Hongjun, and I will be speaking for the third time in Zixiao Palace after a thousand years. Anyone who is destined can come!"

All three Qings had successfully beheaded their corpses, and with the help of the Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, the four naturally rushed to Zixiao Palace first.

Seeing the door of Zixiao Palace open, Sanqing and Xiao Xuan entered.

"Crench!"

The gate of Zixiao Palace was closed, and Daozu Hongjun appeared on the cloud bed.

After signaling Sanqing and Xiao Xuan to sit down, Hongjun said with a blank face: "I have preached for you for 300 years, in order to repay the karma owed by heaven when Pangu opened the sky!"

After speaking, he began to preach.

Daoist Hongjun talked about the method of practice after proving the Tao. Although Sanqing and Xiao Xuan had not proved the Tao, they were fascinated by it.

Even though there are some obscure things in it, Daoyin is engraved deep in the memory like a knife and an axe.

Just after 300 years, Hongjun Daozu stopped teaching the Dharma and preaching. Instead, he confronted meaningfully: "The three of you are formed by Pangu Yuanshen, and you must not quarrel with each other, so that the brothers will be at odds. Remember, remember!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Daozu Hongjun's face turned pale, and he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Xuan felt emotional in his heart: No wonder the Sanqing cultivation base was the first among all saints in the previous life, it turned out that the Taoist ancestor made a small stove.It's just that I don't know whether the teacher and uncle will take Zu's last warning to heart.

When the millennium expires, Dao Tong Haotian opens the palace gate on time and welcomes everyone into Zixiao Palace.

Nuwa Fuxi and the others were surprised when they saw that Pangu Sanqing and Xiao Xuan had already entered, but they didn't say much. They sat down one by one according to their previous seats and waited for Taoist ancestor to show up and preach.

The sound of bells and chimes sounded, and Taoist ancestor Hongjun lay high on the cloud bed, preaching the Dao.

"In this lecture, I will teach you what a saint is and how to practice after a saint!"

The Great Way of Saints involves the secrets of heaven and cannot be understood by those who are not destined to do so.

Among the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, only Sanqing and others on the futon in the front row were fascinated by it, and even the always sad-faced Taoist guide was beaming with joy, sinking into the sound of Taoism and unable to extricate himself.

As for the others, they are all confused and don't know why.

Even if you forcefully memorize the Taoism taught by Taoist Hongjun, you will forget it in a short while.

Everyone remembers sweating profusely, but they are helpless!
Although Xiao Xuan had excellent aptitude and understanding, he couldn't comprehend it at all.

In this third sermon, although anyone who is predestined can come, the predestined ones mentioned are only six people on the futon!
There is no time in my life to force him, knowing that I can't comprehend Xiao Xuan, I don't force it, I close my eyes and practice the Taiqing Xuanfa.

Seeing this, Hongjun also secretly nodded in relief, and the golden lotuses transformed by the aura around Xiao Xuan were several percent more than others.

As Daozu's preaching became more and more advanced, Pangu Sanqing still nodded and smiled from time to time. Although Nuwa felt a little difficult, she could barely comprehend it.

As for the receptionist sitting at the end, he was scratching his head and sweating profusely.

"when!"

After preaching for two thousand and six hundred years, the bell suddenly rang, and everyone gradually woke up.

"This sermon is over, if you have any doubts, you can speak up together!"

In the Zixiao Palace, he gave three lectures, covering the cultivation methods of all realms, but he did not mention how to prove Hunyuan.

The Taishang got up and bowed to salute, and asked respectfully: "Dare to ask the ancestors, how to prove the Hunyuan?"

(End of this chapter)