Chapter 50: The Head of Male and Female Immortals

Chapter 50: The Head of Male and Female Immortals

Chapter 50: The Head of Male and Female Immortals

Boundless chaos, in front of Zixiao Palace.

Kunpeng and Minghe saw with their own eyes that Dong Wanggong was serving the Three Pure Ones just like his younger brothers.

The two of them immediately lost their previous arrogance, and when their eyes swept towards the Three Pure Ones, the fear in their eyes was obvious.

"Everyone, the second sermon begins."

Haotian and Yaochi stood at the palace gate, their tone devoid of any emotion.

In an instant, the palace door opened.

What came into view was endless purple fairy mist, rolling out from the temple gate.

Inside the hall, thousands of rays of rosy clouds and tens of thousands of golden lights appeared.

One after another, famous monks from all over the world entered and stepped over the threshold.

Everyone seemed very calm when they entered the temple to listen to the sermon.

Since the seat has been reserved, it doesn't matter if you arrive earlier or later.

Ling Xiao brought his two brothers and sat down on the first three seats of the six purple cushions.

Not long after, Zhen Yuanzi Hongyun sat on the two cushions to the right of Ling Xiao and the other two.

Taiqing Laozi sat on the last cushion.

Kunpeng looked at Taiqing, and the resentment in his eyes flashed away. He said secretly: "It should have been mine. One day, you must repay this karma."

At this time, Tongtian, Nuwa and Yuanshi were sitting on three other purple cushions.

These three purple cushions were extra gifts given to the three people by Hongjun.

Ling Xiao looked at all the purple cushions present.

He knew that originally, neither he, Hong Yun, nor Zhen Yuanzi had this opportunity.

Now with my arrival, some things have gone off track.

After three sermons in Zixiao Palace, how should Hongjun solve this matter in the end?

It is impossible for him to allow nine saints of heaven to be born in the prehistoric world. If that were the case, heaven would surely skin him alive!

At this time, Hongjun was sitting upright on a high Taoist platform, his whole body shrouded in fairy light. When his eyes opened and closed, the infinite fairy laws shone brightly, and all the heavens and worlds rose and fell.

"Everyone, the second sermon is about the way to become a quasi-saint."

When Hongjun opened his mouth, golden lotus emerged from the ground and white flowers fell from the sky.

"A cultivator who has reached the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, entrusted his primordial spirit to a magic weapon, and killed a corpse, is at the early stage of the Quasi-Sage Realm."

"Two corpses, mid-stage quasi-saint, three corpses, late-stage quasi-saint."

“If the magic power of the three corpses reaches the same level as the original body, it will be the peak of Quasi-Sage.”

Hearing this, Di Jun couldn't help but ask curiously: "I heard that there is another way in the prehistoric world, which is the way of Hunyuan."

Hongjun lowered his eyes and said, "Those who cultivate the Primordial Golden Immortal take the path of proving the truth with strength, but in the prehistoric world, there are very few people with great perseverance and great fortune."

Everyone then understood that although the Hunyuan Golden Immortal was powerful, it had too many requirements and was too difficult to achieve enlightenment.

After that, Hongjun began to lecture on the great scriptures, allowing everyone to understand the method of beheading the three corpses.

In a blink of an eye, three thousand years have passed.

During this period, there were many monks who killed corpses.

Good corpse, evil corpse, self corpse.

The difficulty of beheading corpses increases successively.

In the ancient times, there were some creatures with shallow fortunes, and they were stuck as corpses, in the early stage of quasi-saint realm, for their entire lives.

Hongjun looked at the group of Xuanmen monks. Many of them were killed under the great principles he preached.

Sitting upright on the Taoist platform, his brows relaxed. He stood up with his hands behind his back, overlooking the group of Xuanmen monks.

Seeing all the people worshipping devoutly, I was so moved that I recited aloud: "The human way is vague, the immortal way is vast."

"The way of heaven values ​​life, the way of ghosts values ​​death."

"The way of immortals is always auspicious, while the way of ghosts is always disastrous."

"The sky is clear and refreshing, and the sad song is loud in the sky."

"I only wish to achieve immortality, not to be poor in human nature."

"The weather is turbulent, and my sun is prosperous."

Hongjun's ethereal voice resounded throughout the heavens and all worlds, magnificent and majestic.

Standing at the foot of the mysterious gate, all the other mountains seem small!

The ghost way that Hongjun mentioned refers to the evil ways, while the human way refers to the collective intentions of all living beings.

Although he conspired with the Heavenly Dao to create the universe, he also had the merit of preaching three times.

All races learned his Taoism and founded their own sects and schools, and the ancient world began to prosper.

At this time, Dong Wanggong walked out of the crowd, bowed to Hongjun, and said: "The saint has the merit of educating all living beings, and should be honored as the Taoist Ancestor. Dong Wanggong thanks the Taoist Ancestor for his grace in teaching the Tao."

No one expected this guy to be able to lick like this.

But at this moment, if you don't follow him and respectfully call him the Taoist Ancestor, it means you are not taking Hongjun seriously.

In an instant, everyone at this time congratulated Hongjun as the ancestor of Taoism.

Hongjun counted with his fingers, then his gaze stayed on the King Father of the East and the Queen Mother of the West, and he said nothing for a long time.

The law of nature is that small trends can be changed, but big trends cannot be altered!
Hongjun walked away with a wave of his sleeves. The next moment, he sat on the platform, overlooking the countless cultivators in the hall.

"Now, the great heavenly way is incomplete, and the great calamity of heaven and earth is coming back again."

"It won't be long before all living beings in the ten directions will be blinded by the calamity energy and only know how to kill, instead of cultivating the Huang Ting."

"This Saint intends to maintain the order of heaven and earth, and to elect a male immortal leader and a female immortal leader to establish the Immortal Court, set the rules for the four directions, and eliminate the calamity of heaven and earth."

Listening to Hongjun's words, everyone's attention was first focused on the four words "Heaven and Earth Calamity".

"The great calamity of heaven and earth is coming back again?"

Some people were shocked, then fear flashed across their eyes and their entire faces turned almost pale.

"Thinking back on how much harm the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn have brought to the myriad tribes of prehistoric times..."

"Now that the catastrophe has begun again, what race is it that wants to bring disaster to the ancient world?"

A series of surprised and doubtful voices echoed in Zixiao Palace. Everyone present, except Lingxiao, had a look of worry on their faces.

"The catastrophe has not yet arrived. The most important thing now is to maintain the order of heaven and earth!"

The Three Pure Ones were the first to walk out of the crowd. Yuanshi, one of them, bowed to Hongjun and said, "Daoist Ancestor, I, Yuanshi, am willing to share your worries."

The twelve ancient witches, who had always been at odds with Yuanshi, and Emperor Jun and Taiyi, all spoke up at this moment, saying that they were willing to share the worries.

Who would have thought that Hongjun rejected everyone and said calmly: "God has already decided, the candidates must be the Eastern King and the Western Queen."

In his hands appeared a dragon-head crutch and a phoenix-head hairpin, two top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

As the two magic weapons appeared, the divine light of the innate spiritual treasure enveloped the boundless Zixiao Palace.

The next moment, with a wave of Hongjun's sleeves, the two magic weapons were already floating in front of the King of the East and the Queen Mother of the West.

The King of the East and the Queen Mother of the West both smiled, took the treasures and thanked Hongjun.

Duke Dong glared at the three Lingxiao brothers fiercely, then raised his head and looked at them with unfriendly eyes.

His robe fluttered in the wind, his eyes seemed to be on his forehead, and his whole body exuded an air of arrogance.

Yuanshi fiercely flicked his sleeves, his chest heaving, and walked to the center of the hall. He looked at Hongjun and said, "Daozu, the Eastern King is just a villain, and his practice is mediocre. Although the Western Queen Mother has a decent temperament and strength, she has no merits and no virtues. How can she convince the public?"

"Please be clear, Daoist Ancestor. We, the Three Pure Ones, are the authentic Pangu. In terms of merit and ability, apart from you, no one in the world can surpass us three brothers."

(End of this chapter)