Wa Huangtian.
Fuxi, who had lived here for thousands of years, felt the smell of saints from the nether world. He was stunned and immediately said, "how is this possible?"
Nu Wa flashed beside Fu Xi and said with a smile, "brother, the third brother is different from us. He comes from the outside world and has great luck. We are not more surprised that anything happens to him. "
"But the Taoist ancestor once said that becoming a saint requires Hongmeng purple Qi. The third brother obviously didn''t have it. How could he suddenly become a saint?"
Fuxi still couldn''t figure it out. There were several saints in the flood wasteland. Daozu once said that the flood wasteland carried up to nine saints. Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin and zhunti were the six saints of Daozu.
Hundreds of years ago, the earth incarnation of the empress zuwu completed the way of heaven, obtained immeasurable merit and became a saint.
Together with the Taoist Father himself, there are now eight saints.
Although both Sanqing and the West have not yet become saints, as disciples of Taoism, it is only a matter of time.
Therefore, what can be pursued in the wilderness has always been the fruit of the ninth sage under the way of heaven.
Fu Xi thought he would be the ninth man.
Unexpectedly, soon after the land became holy, the third brother became holy.
Moreover, it is still in the absence of Hongmeng purple gas.
However, he has obtained Hongmeng purple gas for thousands of years and has not yet realized how to integrate Hongmeng purple gas. It is true that people die more than people and goods still get more than goods.
The gap between him and his third brother is too big.
When Fu Xi lamented his incompetence, Nu Wa suddenly changed her face and suddenly disappeared in place.
When I left, I didn''t say a word.
"What''s going on?"
When Fu Xi was surprised.
In the nether world, which has only been around for hundreds of years, there came the sound of sad ghosts crying, and the cries of countless dead people gathered into a frightening, gloomy and terrible sound, which rushed into the sky.
Kunlun Mountain, Tianting, Pangu temple, Beihai and Wuzhuang temple, and the great energy scattered in the flood and wasteland have turned their eyes to the underworld.
……
Netherworld.
In the dark void.
The Taoist ancestor Hongjun sat on the lotus platform, with a soft golden light all over his body and a serious face staring at the Dongjun who had been sanctified by his own "efforts" and his wife.
"Dongjun, why don''t you trust the yuan God in the way of heaven? Relying on the way of heaven, the yuan God can observe the supreme principles of heaven and earth, understand the three thousand laws, never die, and know the number of days. Why bother? "
At this time, Hongjun has successfully integrated the Tao and become a puppet of the Tao of heaven. Everything he does is based on the interests of the Tao of heaven. Therefore, when pan Haodong became a saint, he kept sending inducing voices to let his yuan God place his trust in the Tao of heaven.
The embarrassing thing is
Pan Haodong didn''t think about it, so he isolated the decadent voice of heaven.
The yuan God''s sustenance in the way of heaven is really beneficial to practice, but after sustenance, life and death are determined by heaven and not by himself.
The yuan God''s trust in heaven is equivalent to the kidnapper taking hostages. Since then, he has been coerced by heaven. If he doesn''t obey, he will make you want to be immortal and die, or even kill your yuan God, making you incomplete.
Yes, of course.
Obeying heaven''s orders can indeed be immortal.
As long as the yuan God placed in the way of heaven is still there, no matter how many times he dies, he can rise instantly.
If pan Haodong is really a native, he really has no choice. After all, immortality is a temptation that all practitioners can''t refuse.
But he is just a passer-by entering the wasteland.
If you really want to trust the yuan God, it is equivalent to buying a ticket to cross the sea, but selling your life to the captain.
But when he left the ship, he could take many ships, continue to gallop the sea and live a natural and unrestrained life.
Honghuang Tiandao is equivalent to a robber. You don''t want money or women, as long as you are her tool man.
"Daozu, I prefer freedom. Please forgive me for my difficulty."
Pan Haodong''s position is very clear, that is to kill and not live. The Lord of the underworld, empress Pingxin, is also very firm on his side.
Although Pingxin is also a saint, she is not a saint of heaven, but a suppressed saint of the underworld.
The flood and famine should have coexisted with the three ways of heaven, earth and man. Now the way of heaven is dominant. Now I want to target my men. Rao is a kind and compassionate lady. She still can''t help moving the real fire.
Besides, when Daozu Hongjun appeared at the meeting, he even made a sneak attack to seal her man.
If the Taoist ancestor acts wantonly, even if she tries to break the nether world, she also wants to look good to Hongjun, the puppet of the Tao of heaven.
"Dongjun, you have only two ways now. One is that the yuan God reposes the way of heaven, and the other is to leave the wasteland. You have no choice..." Tao Zu Hongjun looked at them expressionless.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes.
Obviously, he didn''t pay attention to pan Haodong''s peace of mind.
"Teacher."
The figure of empress Nuwa flashed out of thin air.
"You also want to fight against the teacher?"
Daozu Hongjun stared at Nuwa coldly.
Pan Haodong is peaceful and does not give face. That is predictable.
Nuwa is different.
Now, if even the disciples have to disobey the master''s orders, Hongjun''s old face will be lost when what happens here gets out.
Although he has become a puppet of heaven, he is also a thoughtful puppet.
I believe that no master can tolerate the betrayal of his disciples.
"Teacher, Nu Wa doesn''t want to be your enemy, but if you insist on dealing with my third brother, Nu Wa has to do so." Nuwa''s attitude is very firm. Before pan Haodong came, there was only one family member she cared about most.
That''s my brother Fu Xi.
Here comes pan Haodong.
Nu Wa cares about one more relative.
The current situation is something she doesn''t want to see.
That''s the same sentence.
If Hongjun insists on dealing with his third brother, Nuwa will have no choice.
"Are you sure you want to be the enemy of your teacher?" Taoist Zu Hongjun was angry and asked again.
"Second sister, step back first!" Pan Haodong suddenly came forward and said, "you don''t need to do this today."
"You mean?" Nuwa thought of the four Nuwa she met before becoming a saint. If her third brother recruited them, she really had the strength to talk to Daozu.
"Yes, aunts and sisters have come."
Pan Haodong''s voice hasn''t fallen yet. The two nunwa aunts and two nunwa sisters who received the call have merged into a giant nunwa at the moment of entering the famine. They quietly appear in front of several people, with Feng eyes staring at Hongjun.
The giant Nu Wa raised her lips slightly, looked at Hongjun and said, "Hongjun Taoist friend, I haven''t seen you for a while. Your strength has increased a lot!"
"Dao you, since you''re here, take him away!"
The moment he saw the giant Nu Wa, Hong Jun recalled the embarrassing scene of chaos being beaten by the giant Nu Wa before he Dao. Although he wanted to find the field, the underworld obviously couldn''t bear their battle.
The underworld belongs to the indispensable place of reincarnation in the famine. If it is broken, even if Hongjun is a puppet of heaven, he can''t bear the counterattack of the famine world.
The giant Nu Wa didn''t reply immediately. She turned to pan Haodong and asked, "are you leaving?"
Pan Haodong smiled and replied, "I must go, but not now, within 100000 years!"
You must go.
But it''s not being driven away now, but playing enough before you go.
This is a matter of principle!