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Chapter 1046 Has the posture of a saint

"I was plotted against by Heavenly Dao?" Ye Ang murmured to himself, it's not possible, isn't he just wary of Tiandaoxin?There doesn't seem to be anything confrontational about it.

Could it be that, in the primordial purple energy, he was furious and was instinctively interfered with by Heavenly Dao? This possibility is quite high.

After all, the primordial purple qi is equivalent to the contract of heaven, his extension.

But in this way, the power of Heaven is still beyond Ye Ang's expectation!

Ye Ang took a deep breath, secretly thankful that he reacted quickly, but the way of heaven is powerful enough, the negative interference of instinct is so powerful?

But it's hard to say, if it's a direct confrontation, maybe it's better to deal with it. This kind of subtle and silent negative interference may not be able to be discovered.

But Ye Ang immediately felt relieved. Although this kind of negative interference is easy to be tricked, it has no lethality in itself, so there is no need to overestimate the way of heaven.

Thinking of this, Ye Ang let out a breath of turbid air slowly, and looked at Taoist Hongjun with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Hongjun's method is really clever, but let me think about it, this method is not without flaws, that is the luck you need Too big."

Speaking of this, Ye Ang paused, "However, this is not impossible. If it can be favored by the heavens, it is not impossible." Ye Ang thought of the later generations, the two in the west with tongues blooming like lotus flowers, and achieved great success. For a saint, the great merit of heaven and earth may be due to a loan from heaven, a sum of luck beyond imagination, and finally he achieved sublimation and became a saint.

Daoist Hongjun sighed, "Fellow Taoist Fuxi is worthy of being the teacher of the prehistoric times. He is really powerful, and the poor Taoist admires him."

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you are too polite. These three routes are all too easy shortcuts. Fellow Daoist sincerely does not deceive me, but we are narrow-minded and think that Fellow Daoist is talking nonsense. It should be because I admire Fellow Daoist Hongjun." yes."

Hongjun chuckled, and said nonchalantly: "These three shortcuts are directed by the Dao of Heaven, not created by the poor Daoist. Fellow Daoist Fuxi praised them absurdly."

Fuxi and Hongjun boasted to each other about business, looked at each other and smiled, and they both had an incomparable tacit understanding.

"In this way, the method of the three corpses and the method of luck can still be practiced together, anyway, they will be close to Taiyi Daluo in the end?" Houtu Ancestral Witch finally asked aloud at this time.

"It should be so." Hongjun nodded, and then he looked at Houtu with a smile, "Fellow Houtu, don't you also want to sit on a saint's seat? If so, Pindao can still use the source of the root of the heavenly way here." In the middle, take a piece of Primordial Purple Qi."

Houtu smiled faintly: "Master Hongjun was joking, our witch clan respects Pangu's will, so it is naturally arranged by Pangu's ancestor god, so I will not be a sage of heaven."

Hongjun didn't force it, and turned to look at Yang Mei, "Friend Yang Mei?"

Yang Mei waved his hands again and again, "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, don't be fooled. The old Daoist, the chaotic god and demon, had to help Pangu to completely wear it off, and he was able to enjoy himself in the prehistoric world, but he was not in the way of heaven at all. Let me do this." Saint, it’s hard for me.”

Then he added: "Besides, Pindao has always been used to being carefree. Just looking at Hongmeng Contract gives me a headache. Don't ask me to be a saint."

Hongjun also knew the character of this old friend, so he smiled helplessly and had no choice but to give up.

Ye Ang suddenly remembered something, and asked Hongjun curiously: "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, how many pieces of this Hongmeng purple energy are there in total?"

Daoist Hongjun was taken aback for a moment, then he thought for a while, and then said slowly: "At this moment, there are not many, after all, the innate root flow derived from the Dao of Heaven in the center of Hongmeng Ziqi is the good fortune that leads into Taiyi, so This primordial purple energy is always limited, and there are no more than seven or eight paths in total."

"However, with the passage of time, before the innate roots dissipate, the Heavenly Dao can still weave a few."

Ye Ang nodded, "There are more than ten?"

Hongjun nodded, "Although there are so many rules, there should not be too many saints. If there are too many, there will be no one to do things, which is not beautiful. Besides, the primordial purple energy only increases the possibility of becoming a saint, not necessarily."

"So when choosing a candidate for a saint, you must be cautious and not casual."

As he said that, Hongjun glanced at Nuwa again, and he made up his mind that when he had time later, he would completely package the Hongmeng Ziqi that was going to be taken out, and not give the latecomers the opportunity to read the contract information in advance.

If you want to see the content of the contract, you have to wait until you are already at the limit of the beginning of time, and when you are transported and transformed into the primordial purple energy to guide you to become a saint. contract?
If you go back on your word at this time, it will basically mean that the path and fruit will be disordered at the least, and you will lose yourself if it is more serious.

Thinking of this, Hongjun suddenly felt that he was much wiser.

Ye Ang didn't know what Hongjun was thinking, but even if he knew, he didn't care, anyway, he really didn't intend to become a saint.

"Fellow Taoist Fuxi, your apprentice, according to the poor Taoist, looks like a saint." Hong Jun suddenly said this to Ye Ang.

"Ah, disciple? What disciple?" Ye Ang didn't want to talk to him.

"Yaoqiong, the Holy Mother of the Western King, has the appearance of a saint. Fellow Taoist Fuxi may intentionally let her..."

"I don't want to!" Without waiting for Hongjun to finish speaking, Ye Ang interrupted him directly, jokingly, there was a Nuwa who came to be a saint and helped Tiandao, it was enough benevolence and righteousness, there is no need for another Yaoqiong.

As long as Nuwa becomes a saint, there will be one on their side, and there is no need for another one.

Anyway, when it comes to strength, Ye Ang is really not afraid of saints.

Moreover, he felt that his eldest disciple was very talented. Among the three shortcuts that Hongjun said, his disciple did not quite fit the first one.

Speaking of it, Ye Ang was also a little speechless, the apprentice who looked beautiful was actually a reckless person.

When I go back by myself, I must persuade her that brute force is not advisable!

Master, there are a lot of congenital spiritual treasures here, and your method of walking the three corpses is very good.

Nuwa thought for a while, and said to Ye Ang: "Qioner is also a top-notch supernatural power after all, so I'll let her decide on such a big matter."

"After all, you don't have to care about the status of a saint, but you and I can't guarantee what Qiong'er is thinking."

Hearing this, Ye Ang's expression was a bit complicated, the apprentices had all grown up, and they were all big bosses.

"Forget it, it's up to her." Ye Ang was not too emotional, he glanced at Hou Tu and Yang Mei, and said lightly: "Purple Heaven Palace preaches, I won't take up a seat here, wait until other When people come, send a projection avatar to come."

Houtu Ancestral Witch nodded, "Fellow Fuxi's words are reasonable, we should not present our real bodies here, otherwise when we listen to the sermon, we will forget ourselves and Da Luo's aura will dissipate, which may not be beautiful."

Yang Mei shook his head and laughed at himself: "It's better that you are thoughtful, so I'll leave first, and come when Daoist Hongjun preaches."

Ye Ang glanced at Honghuang. At this moment, there are already fast guys who are about to rush to 33 days, and it seems that they will soon reach the edge of chaos.

"800 years is not long, not short, how are you going to set up difficulties for them?" Ye Ang asked Hongjun.

Hongjun smiled slightly, and said with a mysterious smile: "Chaos is dangerous, I hope all those who are destined can reach Zixiao Palace."

(End of this chapter)