I Have a Trillion Merits

"Before this, there is one more thing you need to know."

Hongjun said softly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the people below. The seven disciples had become quasi saints, and Hong Jun was very satisfied.

"Since I am fit in the way of heaven, I should have seven holy thrones under my seat."

"Furthermore, under heaven, if you want to be holy, you must have a foundation for sanctification. My disciple, Hongyun has a great source of blessing, and he can be sanctified in the future."

As he said, Hongjun raised his hand while smiling, and a burst of purple air flew out of his fingertips and landed in front of Hong Yun.

"Thank you teacher!"

Hong Yun put away the purple air in front of him, with a look of excitement.

Behind him, Lao Tzu and the others were envious and could not wait to take their place.

Including the three thousand guests in the Zixiao Palace behind them, the one who was not staring, looked enviously at the red cloud that put away the magnificent purple air.

In the predicament, after Hongjun preached, the apex of many powers could only reach the quasi-saint level.

In other words, the ceiling of their future practice will stay at the quasi-sage stage. After all, the innate gods and demons die, disappear and disappear.

Except for these innate gods and demons, currently the only sage is Hongjun.

Although the Hongyun Seven had already achieved quasi-sages, there was still a difference between quasi-sages and saints, but at this moment, after Hongjun gave Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Only when the opportunity comes in the future, the Seven Red Clouds can break through the quasi-sage and become a saint.

The rest are at most the quasi-sage level.

In the prehistoric continent, under the saints, all are ants.

Right now Hongjun said that the seven saints under his seat, Hongyun, have already won one, and only six are left.

Hongjun looked at the grateful red cloud and nodded with a smile. This son was the most satisfied of the seven disciples he sat down.

Hongjun continued: "Sanqing is the incarnation of Pangu Yuanshen, who has the merits of opening heaven and can be sanctified in the future."

With that said, Hongjun raised his finger again and marked out three Hongmeng Ziqi points and Laozi.

"Thank you teacher!"

Sanqing thanked him with excitement, and quickly put away the purple air in front of him.

Then he stood up and stood proudly in front of everyone.

The great powers in Zixiao Palace once again cast their enviable eyes on Sanqing.

In the future, these four people must not offend.

Not to mention that these four people have achieved quasi-sages, and they were the first to behead a corpse. Besides, under the decree of Hongjun, the four will surely be sanctified in the future.

Don't mess with it!

Hongjun retracted his gaze, and when he fell on Nuwa, a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Nuwa is the **** of innate merit, so naturally there will be a big chance in the future, and she can also become holy."

As he said, he once again separated a trace of purple aura and fell in front of Nuwa.

Nu Wa put away the magnificent purple air in front of her with a surprised look, and thanked her: "The disciple, thank you teacher."

Behind her, Fuxi looked at Nuwa in front of her with envy, but she didn't feel jealous at all in her heart, she was just happy for Nuwa.

In this way, the seven saints in Hongjun's mouth have been divided into five.

The three thousand purple skiers were a little disappointed in their hearts, although they envied the five people who had been divided.

But at the same time, they also knew in their hearts that the remaining two Hongmeng Purple Qi must belong to the Second Sage of the West, and they were all direct disciples under the seat of Hongjun.

And they basically have no hope.

Kunpeng behind Emperor Juntai was even more angry. At this moment, he and the others understood it.

Those futons in front are the chance of sanctification.

He was supposed to be the one who was sanctified, but he was calculated by the two Westerners, and the seat was taken away. Now the sanctuary is gone.

Kunpeng's eyes almost breathed fire.

There are also many great abilities, and at this moment, all the undisguised eyes are showing mockery.

Before the monster clan fought the Wu clan in the Primordial Continent, the trouble was so fierce, now the only one of the monster clan who may become holy, has broken the cause and effect long ago.

If Emperor Juntai could support Kunpeng back then, the Demon Race must have a saint in the future.

But now...

Dijun's expression in the audience changed, and after all, his heart succumbed. Before Hongjun spoke, he took the lead to stand up.

"Teacher, I and Taiyi are the lord of the heavens. They are in charge of the prehistoric nature and naturally have merit. Not only I and I have the holy position."

At one point of this remark, the eyes of Jiuyan and Zhunti were eager to breathe fire.

This Emperor Juntai and two clearly stated that they wanted to **** the grandeur and purple energy that belonged to them, the foundation of their sanctification, and they were so upright.

The two looked at Di Jun with bad eyes.

Di Jun didn't realize it, but looked at Hongjun above with respect.

Hongjun shook his head and said: "You have no destiny with the holy position, but you can prove the quasi holy in the future."

The expressions of Emperor Juntai and two changed. They had innate spirit treasures in their hands, and it was a matter of time before they could become the quasi-sage.

But under the saint, all are ants.

How could they be reconciled, but Hongjun's words directly cut off the road to sanctification for the two of them, and now the holy throne has not been sought, and they are still contaminated with the Western two.

Di Jun turned his head, and the two Westerners sneered at them.

Zhunti turned his head to Hongjun and cried out: "Teacher has mercy on me. We haven't recovered from the early disaster of the dragon and the phoenix until now."

"If there are no saints in the West, how can I survive in the West! I hope the teacher will have mercy on me."

It only takes an instant to understand the meaning of the reference.

There are only two holy thrones now, although there is a great chance of giving them to them, but at this moment a little shameless, it should be safe to exchange for one.

"I also hope that the teacher will have mercy on me. Now the Western aura is not as diluted as it is here. I need a saint in the West!"

The lead cried while wiping tears on his cuffs, a gesture of self-sacrifice.

The others turned their heads when they saw it, so it was the first time they saw the quasi-sage who didn't want to face it.

Seeing the two performing so hard, Hong Yun couldn't help but sneered in his heart, saying that these two Westerners are really so unkind.

As early as when Di Jun jumped out to beg for Hongmeng Ziqi, he guessed that these two people were going to cry.

Now it seems that if this is the case, his personality hasn't changed at all.

Sanqing turned around and looked at Hongjun respectfully.

Having such juniors really humiliated their Sanqing faces.

Nuwa was stunned, and she didn't expect her two juniors to behave in this way, which really made her a little strange.

Watching the two perform so hard, Jiying and Zhunti.

Hongjun sighed, and said, "Well, you two will also have a merit in the future, and you will share this great and purple energy with you."

With that, the last burst of purple air from the fingertips fell in front of the two.

The two quickly put it away separately.

"Thank you teacher."

The two directly bowed and bowed with Hongjun on the statue seat in the Zixiao Palace.

Seeing the last cosmic purple qi falling on the two of them, all the powerful abilities below sighed.

I regretted why I didn't clear the way to Zixiao Palace earlier that day.

If he had arrived earlier, then the holy throne must have himself today, but unfortunately now it is useless for them to regret it.