Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 1050 Sanqing Arrives
"Dijun and Taiyi don't have a very deep power bond with the Yaozu like Nuwa and I do. They have a strong imprint of the leaders of the Yaozu. Even if they become saints, this will not change."

Ye Ang talked eloquently, and continued: "The two of them must not be suitable to become saints, otherwise, if there is a fundamental conflict between the laws of heaven and their own ethnic group's destiny, it will really be an irreconcilable contradiction. "

"Furthermore, even though there is a huge demon clan behind these two, in a sense, they have become saints, and the authority of you, Hongjun saint, will naturally be greatly enhanced."

"But you must also realize that once their wings are hardened and you can't suppress them, they will definitely cause serious interference to your discourse system because of their huge power. At that time, you will know what it means The tail is too big to fall off."

Daoist Hongjun's face was a bit ugly. Why didn't he know these questions himself?

But there is no way, there are too few options to choose from.

Don't look at the vast number of powerful and supernatural beings gathered here in the chaos at this moment, but in Hongjun's eyes, there are really two shortcuts that are too easy, as well as the blessing of heaven's luck and the guidance of Hongmeng Ziqi. Under the combined effect of others, there are very few people who can reach the level of Taiyi Daluo at a relatively fast speed, and become holy in the end.

There are many great supernatural beings here, because of the innate Taoism, Hongjun does not doubt that they can become Daluo, but whether they can become Taiyi Daluo is a big question mark.

But whether there is such a possibility of achieving too easily is an important criterion for Hongjun's selection.

After all, as he said before, for these shortcuts to work, the prerequisite is that the practitioner's own ability is sufficient to set foot on the realm of Taiyi Daluo. In this way, these shortcuts to speed up practice are meaningful.

And there are indeed too few candidates who agree with Hongjun's selection conditions, that is, who can assist him in dealing with the prehistoric times, and who are likely to ascend to Taiyi Daluo and become saints.

Just when Taoist Hongjun was frowning, another picture scroll appeared in front of him. In it, two monks, one tall and one strong, were both wrapped in robes and their arms were exposed.

"Zhunti and Jieying, why did I forget these two." Daoist Hongjun muttered to himself, "If you count it, these two can be regarded as Zhou You's heirs, and these two also have great perseverance. A person with good luck and great wisdom." As he spoke, he happily raised his hand and marked it.

Ye Ang scanned the pictures, and there were ten candidates in total, so he couldn't help asking: "How many do you plan to choose this time?"

Taoist Hongjun didn't hide from him, and said: "I plan to add another six Hongmeng Ziqi, and let him see their respective fate methods."

Ye Ang nodded in understanding. After all, according to Hongjun, he only has more than ten Hongmeng Purple Qi in his hand.

Therefore, his majestic purple aura cannot be taken out easily. He will try his best to find suitable candidates even for his future relaxing working time. Prepare for a rainy day, or see if you will meet a more suitable candidate in the future.

Just as he was struggling with which candidates to choose, he suddenly saw another screen created in front of him, but inside it was a monk at the Taiyi level.

Hongjun couldn't help frowning, "It's another Taiyi who came to join in the fun. Although it seems that I have some fate, it's really beyond my control."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at it, and with a thought, the innate gods in the chaos began to operate directly, and in an instant, he directly forwarded that Taiyi randomly.

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The main hall of Zixiao Palace has turned into a strange world. From front to back, densely packed futons lined up the entire hall.

The walls around Zixiao Palace are as transparent as the void. Standing here, Beichen and Yang Hui can see the scene in chaos through the magical walls of Zixiao Palace.

In the main hall, there are countless futons, row by row, aligned horizontally and vertically, and neatly arranged. Only the seven futons in the first row are in a special position, and it can be seen at a glance that they seem to be faintly larger than the other futons. .

"Senior Brother Beichen, do you think that the seven positions arranged by the master are too obvious?" Yang Hui, who was dressed as a Taoist boy and had a delicate face, blinked his lovely big eyes, and asked Beichen Dao Humanely.

Taoist Beichen glared at her: "Speak carefully, the master has his own opinions on these matters, you and I should not speculate." Unfortunately, he is also dressed as a Taoist child, with red lips and white teeth, and delicate features, and he doesn't look majestic at all. a feeling of.

Yang Hui thought he was very interesting, couldn't help giggling and said: "Okay, okay, brother, don't worry, I know."

Bei Chen seemed not at ease with her, and warned in a low voice: "For a while, no matter what happens in this hall, you and I just need to watch from the sidelines, don't talk too much, don't look around, and don't lose your composure, understand? "

Yang Hui nodded her head: "Don't worry, I understand." She looked very well-behaved, and then, as if she had discovered something novel, she pointed to a picture on the wall and whispered, "Senior Brother Beichen, look Look, it's this time, and there are still Taiyi monks of this level entering the chaos.

When Taoist Beichen turned around, he realized that a Taiyi cultivator with a somewhat ancient face had just been exiled by a chaotic air current.

Seeing this scene, Beichen said in a low voice: "Come in at this time, it seems that this person has a lot of perseverance, but unfortunately he is too weak to stand the test in chaos."

Just as he was talking, all the images on the wall suddenly disappeared and turned into a transparent wall.

Bei Chen stood up and walked towards the entrance of the main hall, Yang Hui naturally followed behind.

"Here they are, we are going to receive the first group of people."

In the Yujing Mountain dojo world, three figures rushed out of the chaos.

Of the three figures, the one in the middle was in the form of an old man, wearing a plain hemp-colored Taoist robe, with a calm face and no expression on his face.

The one on the left is wearing a moon white cicada robe, a middle-aged image, serious and dignified.

The one on the right is wearing a Tsing Yi Taoist robe and carrying a long sword. He looks approachable, but he has a sharp and sharp aura.

These three are Taoists of Sanqing.

Behind them came a man and a woman. The man was gentle and masculine, while the woman was glamorous and majestic.

Naturally, it is Fuxi and Nuwa.

"I've met the great sage Fuxi and the empress Nuwa." Seeing Fuxi and Nuwa, Taoist Taiqing brought Yuanshi and Tongtian and walked over to say hello with a smile.

Seeing them, Ye Ang and Nu Wa also nodded slightly. It has been a long time since Taoist Sanqing retreated, and seeing them at this time, they must exchange a few words.

A few people chatted and laughed, using their supernatural powers, and after a while, they came to the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Seeing that the dark black door was tightly closed, Taoist Tong Tian couldn't help it, and was about to go up to knock on the door when he heard a creak, and the thick black door was slowly opened from the middle to both sides.

(End of this chapter)