Honghuang: The Ancestral Witch of Strength, Suppressing Sanqing at the beginning

"Go and come back quickly, don't make extra troubles." Yuanshi Tianzun said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, the three looked at each other.

I didn't expect Master to pay so much attention to the son of luck.

The three of them were a little surprised, and they didn't dare to be negligent. After leaving quickly, they stepped into the space crack.

When the space crack healed, only Yuanshi Tianzun was left in the hall.

Looking at the empty hall, Yuanshi Tianzun frowned.

"This human race is not simple..."

"He was able to give birth to a child of luck. It seems that this human race is very likely to become the next protagonist of the world!"

After thinking up to this point, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly had thoughts in his heart.

In the past, educating and recruiting disciples focused on luck, but now there are some talented human disciples in educating.

But those are all three or even four generations of disciples.

But since the son of luck was born this time, I can consider taking him as a registered disciple for observation.

If the human race really becomes the protagonist of the prehistoric world in the future, it will be accepted as a personal transmission at that time, and you can enjoy the luck of the human race by teaching yourself.

Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes suddenly widened a lot.

"Could it be!"

"Brother, the human race will rise up long ago!"

You must know that Lao Tzu's human teaching in Taiqing has only accepted Xuandu, a congenital human race, as a disciple until now.

Among the six sages of heaven, Taiqing Laozi's deduction and calculations are recognized by everyone as No.1.

Even if other saints add up, they may not be able to compare.

In this way, even he only accepted one disciple from Xuandu, what does it mean?

Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly had an idea in his mind, but he is still not sure yet.

Dao Yun surged, and the figure disappeared into the hall.

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Tong Tian, ​​who was studying how to increase the power of the Jade Immortal Sword Formation during the Jiejiao, frowned when he felt that there was a son of destiny among the human race.

Put away the Four Swords of Zhu Xian casually, and came to the main hall of discussion.

Not long after, Duobao, Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao hurried over.

"Greetings, Master!" The five people bowed to Tong Tian.

Tong Tian waved his hand slightly to get everyone to stand up.

Then he pondered for a moment and said, "It's a bit strange for me to realize that there is a son of luck among the human race."

"But it's a matter of luck, and I have to fight for stopping the teaching."

Hearing Tong Tian's words, the five of them looked at each other, and hurriedly asked for orders: "Disciple understands, now go to the human race and bring the son of luck back to Jin'ao Island."

Hearing this, Tong Tian slapped his head.

"What does it mean to bring him back to Jinao Island? It's the same as kidnapping."

"Our teaching is also a sage's great teaching, as for?"

"You take the master's oral order, accept the disciples on behalf of the master, and let him enter the master's school as a registered disciple."

Hearing this, the five of them were all shocked.

Now, for ten thousand years, Master has never accepted a disciple, not even a registered disciple.

I didn't expect Master to attach so much importance to the son of luck.

"Master, don't worry, we'll do it now."

Seeing this, Tong Tian was also afraid of being snatched first, so he swung the Zhu Xian Sword lightly, and the space was cut like a piece of paper.

"Go, remember, don't bring trouble to the race." After Tong Tian said, the five people left one after another and stepped into the space crack.

After the crack in the space healed, there were no other people in the hall, and Tong Tian lay carelessly on his sofa without any saintly posture.

"Hey, if you can accept the son of luck from the human race as a disciple of Jiejiao, you will be able to get closer to Su Daoyou."

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Among the human race, Maitreya stared at the dark-faced real Zihe with a kind smile on his face.

"Senior Zihe, this son has a predestined relationship with my Western religion, and I hope that senior will not miss this son's future, and also don't miss my own."

Chapter 212 A Very Poor Senior, Accompanied by Hetu Luoshu

Seeing that the person who came was actually a disciple of Lingshan of the Western Sect, Master Zihe's expression turned ugly.

Even if the quasi-sage came, he dared to fight with his strength.

But if it is a sage teaching, he is a little embarrassed.

But Master Zihe doesn't want to give up easily, after all, the Son of Luck is right in front of him now.

If he can get it into his family, he will really have smooth sailing in the future.

So Master Zihe directly ignored Maitreya's words.

Maitreya is also a Taiyi Jinxian realm, as long as the little baby of the child of luck can agree to enter his sect.

Just take it away by yourself. When the time comes, you will have master-student karma with the son of luck, and even a saint will not attack him.

"Little baby, as long as you enter the sect of this seat, these innate spiritual fruits will be given to you."

"In addition, this magic weapon of Houtian Zhongpin is also given to you as an introduction gift."

"How?" After that, Master Ziyun shook the middle-grade Houtian magic weapon and spiritual fruit in his hand a few times with kindness on his face.

It seems that Xuanyuan is now on the verge of breaking through to immortality, so he must be able to recognize the spiritual fruit and magic weapon.

But unexpectedly, Xuanyuan immediately showed contempt after seeing the spiritual fruit and magic weapon.

Even Fuxi who was standing beside him couldn't stand it any longer, and couldn't help asking: "Senior...you look so poor."

Hearing Fuxi's words, Master Zihe immediately stared.

Blowing his beard and staring at Fuxi, he scolded: "You mortal, you know nothing!"

Fuxi scratched his head in embarrassment.

Seeing this scene, the people on the side also felt that the real Ziyun was quite willing to spend his money.

Acquired middle-grade Lingbao, even ordinary Daluo may not be able to possess it.

Although it is not an innate spirit treasure, it is also made by imitating the innate spirit treasure, and its power is not much different.

After all, congenital spirit treasures are relatively rare in the prehistoric world. Even quasi-sages usually only have one or two low-grade congenital spirit treasures, and they usually use acquired spirit treasures refined by themselves.

Moreover, those few spiritual fruits are all the fruits of innate middle-grade spiritual roots, which are also of great help to Da Luo Jinxian.

If Xuanyuan, who is about to step into the realm of immortality, can swallow him, he will definitely be able to enter the realm of immortality within five years.

But Fuxi on the side puffed his mouth in anger.

Doesn't this senior have little knowledge?

Just an innate middle-grade spirit treasure, and a few spirit fruits of the same quality that their husband used to feed chickens on weekdays, how could they still want to win people over?

He simply stretched his hand into his bosom and took out something.

After Fuxi took out the object from his bosom and shook it twice in his hand to let everyone see clearly.

The whole scene was suddenly silent, and a moment later, the pot suddenly exploded!

"Fuck!"

"If Pindao is not mistaken, it is the innate treasure, Hetu Luoshu!?"

"But isn't the congenital treasure River Tu Luoshu the companion magic weapon of the fallen demon emperor Jun?"

"It is said that after the Lich War, this treasure disappeared when Emperor Jun knocked down Mount Buzhou."

"How could it be in the hands of this mortal boy!?"

For a moment, even Maitreya, the Lingshan disciples, and Ziyun Master who forehanded the Houtian middle-grade Lingbao were stunned on the spot.

Master Ziyun's eyes widened, and he stammered and asked, "You...where did you get it?"

The aura of the innate treasure cannot be faked.

In this prehistoric world, there are only so many innate treasures in total.

As a quasi-sage, he still has some eyesight.

It's not that he can't even see Hetu Luoshu exuding the aura of innate treasure.

Hearing his words, Fuxi said casually: "I was born with it."

Hearing this, the scene suddenly became agitated again.

It's too appalling!

Being accompanied by a congenital treasure at the time of birth, even [-]% of congenital gods do not have this kind of treatment!

Didn't you see how strong Di Jun and Tai Yi were who were carrying treasures before?

Although it was trampled and wiped out by the witch clan in the end, it is undeniable that before that, the demon court had always been above all living beings.

Except for the saint, Yaoting doesn't put anyone in his eyes at all.

And this kid in front of him was born with Hetu Luoshu, wouldn't he be comparable to Dijun!

Especially at this time, Xuanyuan, the lucky son of the human race, was standing next to him.

For a moment, everyone present was shocked.

"No wonder... no wonder this kid can be with the son of luck, it seems that he is not simple!"

Seeing this, Master Ziyun couldn't help but feel his heart move.

Immediately said to Maitreya who was at the side: "I will not compete with you for this son of luck, and this little guy who is carrying Hetu Luoshu will be taken away by my servant."

Since he can be accompanied by Hetu Luoshu, his luck must be amazing!

When Maitreya heard this, he felt a little tangled in his heart for a moment.

If it's really too ugly, if you can't guarantee it, the real Ziyun will jump over the wall in a hurry and take these two boys away.

He is only able to be so tough by pulling on the tiger skin of the Saint Dajiao. If Master Ziyun is really pushed into a hurry, he will not be able to stop him.

Seeing that Maitreya was silent, Master Ziyun didn't care about anything else.

He directly put away the Houtian Lingbao in his hand, then gritted his teeth, and took out an innate top-grade spiritual root fruit.

Then he said: "You have the magic weapon, I will give you the spiritual root to help you step into the fairy road, and enter my sect to guarantee that you will become a great Luo in the future, how about it?"

Hearing this, Fuxi and Xuanyuan were happy again.

This guy, not to mention what kind of inferior stuff his spiritual fruit is, he still treats it like a treasure.

Just to accept Fuxi as an introductory disciple, both of them almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

If he really worshiped under his sect, I'm afraid he might not be able to bear it.

But Fuxi still shook his head and said: "Senior, you are joking, no matter how much you eat this kind of wild fruit, you will not be able to become a fairy."

Everyone on the side also laughed when they heard this, thinking that the child was a mortal after all and had no knowledge.

Not to mention the innate high-grade spiritual roots, even the low-grade spiritual roots are enough for a mortal to embark on the road of cultivation.

Especially Maitreya, who was at the side, was a little jealous when he saw the innate top-grade spiritual root.

The impoverishment of Western religion is not a joke. He is a disciple of a sage, and he has not been rewarded with the innate top-grade spiritual root.

Seeing that everyone was laughing at him, Fuxi suddenly became unhappy.

He patted Xuanyuan's shoulder next to him and raised his eyebrows.

Xuanyuan immediately understood, reached out and took out two spiritual fruits from the magic weapon of space at his waist.