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Chapter 1231 One blow

This is a big deal, he was here to chase and kill the coffin maker, but in the end he even snatched a futon seat, and whoever gets the futon can get a holy seat.

Picking up a holy place for nothing?

Zhang Fan was stunned. Others were scrambling to kill and live, so he picked it up for nothing?No matter how shameless I am, I feel a little embarrassed about it, so... it's not good.

Although Zhang Fan's heart is itching unbearably, this guy's mind is still clear. It is too difficult to predict the consequences of sitting down. The historical development after the change is inevitable. This is too scary, but the coffin maker has already sat down. Now, the only way is to kill him, but the preacher in front of him is the Taoist ancestor, and he wants to kill someone in front of him in his territory. Is this possible?

After pondering, Zhang Fan had no choice but to sit down.

He planned to listen patiently, and wait for the speaker to start speaking, and then do it when his attention is not on him, otherwise there is really no chance.

The sermons and saints are even more earth-shattering. At this time, not long after the opening of the whole world, everything is chaotic, and many creatures have not awakened, and those who have awakened are all highly talented, that is, the so-called root-footed ones. Without exception, everyone has become the top powerhouse of later generations.

Just for fun, it is not an ordinary person who can open up spiritual wisdom at the beginning of the world.

Everyone who listened was fascinated.

Zhang Fan also felt a strange force sprouting in his cells, and opened his brain again and again, gaining insight into the many mysteries between heaven and earth, allowing him to become more integrated in his own Taoism.

To a large extent, his cultivation has risen by a large margin.

At Zhang Fan's level, he has made great progress, and the space is very small. He is very happy to have such progress, and this can be regarded as an unexpected harvest.

Zhang Fan has always expected that the lecturer would say something about the ghosts, but he has not mentioned it for a long time, which makes him a little disappointed. At this time, there may not be ghosts in the world, and no one else even knows what ghosts are. Know.

The preacher probably also saw that Zhang Fan's feet were strange, so he let him sit down.

Time passed little by little.

I don't know how long it took, people came in one after another from outside, and this person came in was Zhang Fan's old acquaintance, the Demon Emperor, but at this time, the Demon Emperor had a green and cute face.

Then there are Sakyamuni Buddha who has not yet become a Buddha, Lingzhu, Lexian, Longzu, Qilin Xiangrui... According to the original historical records, there were only 79 lecturers in total for the first time.

In the end, Zhang Fan counted 80 people in total.

He is the one who has been extra in history, but there is nothing unusual about the coffin maker.

Although the number of people listening to this sermon was small, the impact was the greatest.

Haitian Qiongcang asked: "Dare to ask people, what is a saint, and how many saints are there?"

Everyone present is very concerned about this issue.

"Saints, who exist from ancient times, transcend the way of heaven, and are the supreme way. As for the number of saints... there are only seven in total."

The audience couldn't help being in an uproar. There are as many as 80 people in this hall, and there are only seven saints. The probability is too low. After hearing this, everyone became even more nervous.

Everyone wants to be a saint.

"Dare to ask people again, which seven are they?"

The preacher glanced at it first, and the person sitting under the tree in the first seat said, "Son, you can get the holy seat!"

The people under the tree were overjoyed when they heard the words, and bowed down: "Thank you, Taoist."

The lecturer's eyes immediately fell on the second seat, which was Haitian Cangqiong who asked the question, and said: "Haitian Cangqiong, you can also get the holy seat."

Haitian Cangqiong was also overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly saluted: "Thank you, Taoist."

Two of the seven seats were gone at once, and there were only five people left. Everyone became nervous, staring at the preacher without blinking, hoping that he could call their names.

After talking about these two people, the speaker did not directly talk about the third person, but pondered for a long time, as if he was calculating the way of heaven, before speaking again, his eyes fell on Shui Zixian's face: "Daughter, Can become a saint."

Shui Zixian was overjoyed when she heard the words, and knelt down deeply.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan was relieved that there was no accident. If Shui Zixian lost her holy position, then she might not have the ability to travel through time and space, and there would be no later Taiwei Sect.

Immediately afterwards, the preacher looked at the one at Bulao Mountain. Zhang Fan wished that this person would lose his holy position, but the preacher said, "Although you are following heresy ways, you can still become a saint."

The person from Bulao Mountain also thanked him with great joy.

Next is the Coffin Maker. Zhang Fan's heart beat suddenly. What kind of existence is the preacher? If it can't be true, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Zhang Fan secretly squeezed the Qi sword in his hand, and whenever the preacher had any tendency to believe that the coffin maker could become a saint, he would kill the coffin maker first.

Shui Zixian has already been consecrated, once he succeeds in killing the coffin maker, he will leave immediately.In such an atmosphere where everyone's attention is focused on the holy point, he feels that there is still a great chance of success.

The preacher looked at the coffin maker and muttered again, still muttering something, as if he was calculating the way of heaven again, and finally said: "The coffin maker..."

The man who made the coffin came from a later life, and he didn't say his name, so the preacher announced his name. It can be seen that it is really a big deal. The man who made the coffin couldn't help but feel nervous, and Zhang Fan's heart was pounding.

"you also……"

The words are ordinary, Zhang Fan's eyes widened suddenly, the word "Ye" has already explained everything, there is no second possibility for the following words, and the saint must not be allowed to say them.

Whoosh, a sword light flashed out!

Zhang Fan did not hesitate to make a move. He is a natural gambler. When faced with choices, he usually chooses the one with the biggest bet and the most profit.

The sound of howling swords swept across the entire hall in an instant, and everyone was stunned.

Someone suddenly made a move in the Taoist dojo?

At this time, the heaven and the earth were also in constant disputes, and the major tribes and races were fighting for the territory before. Even if there were many enemies present today, they all let go of their hatred and listened to the sermon with peace of mind. No one dared to act presumptuously.

"Oh my God!"

Shui Zixian was also extremely surprised.

All this was too sudden, and the Coffin Maker was not too strong, he was almost powerless to resist, and the difference between the two was only a few meters.

Such a short distance, as if he didn't pay attention, he couldn't even see the coffin maker being killed.

However, the preacher who could detect everything had already known that Zhang Fan was going to make a move, his face turned cold, and he flicked his finger at the sword light. From the visual point of view, the two men made a move almost at the same time.

As soon as the sword scream resounded, it fell silent. The sword light shot by Zhang Fan had disappeared into nothingness. However, Zhang Fan, a gambler, was a gambler with a strong heart. After he shot, he ran away and disappeared in an instant. In the main hall, he didn't even check to see if he could kill the Coffin Maker. After one blow, he immediately fled thousands of miles away.

In a blink of an eye it disappeared.

Zhang Fan and Zi Yun reappeared in ancient times, and Zi Yun asked nervously, "Daddy, did you succeed?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "I don't know, let's see what's unusual in this world?"

Immediately, he opened his third eye to check.

When he glanced across the horizon and the palace of Taishuishangshen, he saw Zhuang Zhuang and Xiao Die, they were actually singing, and Zhuang Zhuang was teaching Xiao Die to sing, all three views were ruined, Zhang Fan hurriedly covered his ears , I was almost raped, and when I was about to look back, my eyes glanced at a portrait on the palace of Taishuishen.

It was not Leizu who was enshrined, but another person. There was only one person who could make Taishui worship him without even offering Leizu, and that was the leader of the sacrifice.

But the person on the portrait is the coffin maker of the Taoist Dojo. He didn't die, and he became the leader of the priesthood in the end.

"Not killed!"

Zhang Fan was a little depressed. The coffin maker became a saint, and he was even more sure that the later generations of Tian Yan would stop being related to him. Zhang Fan wanted to kill him in the dojo, but he failed.

The coffin maker will definitely retaliate against him, but the coffin maker is a strange person, so although there are great saints in worship, they still haven't developed. To some extent, they are not as good as the little saints of the Confucian Academy?

"He is sanctified." Zhang Fan said this, feeling a bit bitter in his mouth.

The worst thing is that the whole world has been changed by him now. If you want to kill him, you have to go back to stop him in the lecturer's dojo. However, Zhang Fan tried it. The time period he went the farthest was his The time period when I went to hunt down the Coffin Man last time.

And the coffin maker's power to travel through time and space comes from Zhang Fan's soul traces, so naturally there is no way to go forward, not because there are not enough soul traces.

(End of this chapter)