After exercising his muscles and bones, Han Jue walked out of the Taoist temple, sent a message to everyone, and prepared to preach.

When he heard Han Jue was about to preach, everyone flocked to a mountain.

There is a vast grassland between the two mountains, which has become the place where Hidden Gate preaches.

Everyone is looking forward to Han Jue’s sermon, and they will gain something every time they finish their sermon.

During this preaching, Han Jue decided to enter the Jiyuan Avenue.

Pull the You tribe onto the boat as soon as possible so that Empress Houtu will not always be concerned about it.

When all the You clans practice Jiyuan Dao, they will have to follow Han Jue in the future!

The innate creatures of Baiyue Xianchuan also secretly listened to the sermons, and Han Jue turned a blind eye to this.

Han Jue is really not afraid of being stolen.

As long as you practice the Great Way of the Great Source, you will be respected sooner or later.

This is also the reason why saints often preach to sentient beings.

Because there are many saints, it is difficult for saints to preach directly to sentient beings, and they will only invite the powerful people in the world from time to time to go to the thirty-third level of heaven.

Time passes like this.

Day by day.

Fifty years in a flash.

Han Jue returned to the Taoist temple, and the strange gods followed him in.

Looking at the strange gods that are rarely seen in normal times, Han Jue smiled and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast."

The strange god came behind him and began to rub against him.

Han Jue found that he was really old and always sighed at the past and time.

He is indeed old, after all, he is over 10,000 years old.

Ten thousand years, in the world, it is enough to change the world and change races.

No matter how emotional you feel, you still have to devote yourself to your cultivation.

Han Jue began to condense the aura of the demon god in the star world and condensed the new magic form of the demon god.

Not to mention raising three thousand demon gods, he has not even reached one percent of the three thousand demon gods' Dharma images.

This is also very good. There must be a task process during the long and boring years of practice.

Only close goals can lead him to the far goal.

...

Thirteenth level of heaven, heaven clan.

In a magnificent palace, Ji Xianshen and Fang Liang stood opposite each other.

Ji Xianshen walked back and forth, put his hands behind his waist, and his eyebrows frowned.

Fang Liang said impatiently: "How long will you go? You are now Tianzu!"

Ji Xianshen stopped and said dissatisfiedly: "How can I not be anxious? The saints said they wanted to select a new saint. If this saint did not come from the Heavenly Clan, there would definitely be a large force that could compete with the Heavenly Clan in the future!"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Ji Xianshen stamped his feet.

The Heavenly Clan is mixed with fish and dragons, and his confidants are not strong enough to compete for the throne.

Ji Xianshen now hates that he was born too late. If he was tens of thousands of years earlier, he might not be able to compete for the throne himself!

Fang Liang said: "Actually, there is no need to worry. The saint did not say when the holy position will be issued. The last calamity has just ended, and even if the quasi-saint wants to attain enlightenment and become a saint, it will take countless years."

Ji Xianshen's face was a little slow, and he felt that it was reasonable.

He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Your master can even repel Li Daokong, otherwise he would be allowed to fight for the throne?"

Fang Liangwei said: "It's not good, he doesn't want to be disturbed..."

"You are stupid. If he becomes a saint, who dares to disturb him in the future? His goal of practicing will eventually become a saint. If we give him this opportunity, he will only be happier."

Ji Xianshen was not good at speaking, and felt that Fang Liang had a bad mind since the failure of the disaster. A boy who used to be very smart all blamed those saints who were arrogant.

Fang Liang sighed and said, "Okay, I'll ask."

...

Twenty years have passed since the sermon ended.

On this day, Han Jue sensed the fluctuations of divine thoughts from the Heavenly Dao Order, and he took out the Heavenly Dao Order.

"Hello?"

"Master?"

"Um."

"I have an opportunity to give you."

"roll!"

"ah?"

"You want to cheat your master, too?"

"No, this opportunity is extraordinary, about sanctification and sanctification!"

"Do you have Hongmeng purple aura?"

"I don't have it. I need Hongmeng Purple Qi to attain enlightenment?"

"Of course, the saint behind you did not mention this? Now every saint claims to have Hongmeng purple aura. It is a scheming to find someone to compete for the saints. Don't believe it easily."

"Understood."

After the divine consciousness was cut off, Fang Liang immediately went to find Ji Xianshen.

Han Jue took over the Heavenly Dao Order and couldn't help but sigh: "Sages and saints are all fooling people."

Do these saints never blink when they lie?

The purple qi of Hongmeng is in the hands of Nuwa. The saints have no confidence and insist on proclaiming that they have a saint position.

I'm afraid I'm worried that the genius will be snatched away by other saints.

Han Jue didn't think much about it and continued to practice.

On the other side.

Fang Liang found Ji Xianshen and told Han Jue what he said.

Ji Xianshen's face changed with a change of gloomy face. He sent a message to Fang Liang and said, "It seems that the saints are not at ease and want us to fuck us internally."

Fang Liang echoed: "That's right, if it weren't for the Master's reminder, we might be led by the holy throne, but this is also a good thing. If we don't say that, it would be a waste of time for others to compete for the holy throne, and we can secretly strengthen our power."

"It's reasonable, thank you for your master for me."

"fine."

"But then again, does your master mean that there is a saint behind him, or a saint contacting him?"

“Isn’t this normal?”

"Too."

Ji Xianshen fell into thinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

The boundless ocean, deep in the sea, is a palace hidden in the darkness.

Long Hao was meditating and practicing, and a soul body was coiled around him, which was Haotian.

Haotian seemed to be thinking about something, with a serious expression.

Long Hao opened his eyes and asked, "Have you thought of a solution?"

Haotian said: "That's so fast, I think the matter of the saint is too strange. If the saints have the purple qi of Hongmeng, they must be hidden tightly. How can they directly spread it?"

Long Hao asked, "Is there a fraud?"

Haotian didn't say anything more and continued to wander.

Long Hao sighed and said quietly: "If I had known this, I would not have left the Hidden Sect. If I had not left the Hidden Sect, I was still in seclusion and practicing, worry-free. If I was still in seclusion, then I might have been attacking Da Luo now. When I attack Da Luo, I would continue to practice with my master. Maybe I could still prove the truth with my power. What is Hongmeng Purple Qi?..."

He began to chatter, and Haotian was upset.

Since the end of the catastrophe, Long Hao has always talked like this and he knows that he regrets it.

Haotian had no room for regret, he was just helpless.

He missed too many opportunities before, which has led to his suppression by many saints and unable to turn over.

Some saints are even his juniors.

The pain in his heart is greater than that of anyone else.

"Or we'll go back and I'll introduce you to the master. As long as you show your loyalty, he will definitely take you in!" Long Hao said suddenly.

Haotian frowned and said, "Go to his disciple?"
Chapter completed!