Chapter 536 The Seventh Saint of the Great Desolation
Human race, don’t worship Hongjun!
As soon as this scene appeared, the wind and clouds between the sky immediately stormed, the sky became extremely gloomy, and countless lightning flashes were intertwined and destroyed, as if the heavens were about to drop their anger to destroy the world and create the universe again.
On Qishan not far away, whether it was Rendeng Taoist, Kasyapa and others, their faces changed drastically and they kept gasping for air.
Since Pangu created the world and ruled that the world was mysterious and yellow, and the universe, Hongjun has always been the same as the existence of the way of heaven, and is high above and worshipped by all living beings in the prehistoric world!
But now, the human race is going to go against the will of heaven and dare not worship Hongjun Daozu!
This cannot even be said to be against the will of heaven, but it should be said to be crazy!
Apart from the madman, Taoist Randeng, Kasyapa and others couldn't think of it, who else could have such incredible thoughts?
“Bold!”
And at this moment, the endless intertwined and thunder above the dark sky gradually formed a huge thunder face, extremely majestic, shouting angrily at the Xuanfeng Army soldiers on Yanshan.
As soon as the word was spoken, it immediately turned into thousands of thunder, bright and dazzling, like a terrifying rain, drooping downwards. The soldiers of the Xuanfeng Army who were shouting "The human race does not worship Hongjun" on Yanshan Mountain all turned into ashes under the thunder, dissipating between heaven and earth, and no longer existed.
"town!"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Gongming's eyes were slightly stern. Without thinking, the god beads of the heavens flew up, dispersing infinite halos, blocking the Yanshan Mountain, allowing thunder to hang like rain, but could not hurt the slightest part of the Xuanfeng Army soldiers on the mountain.
"Zhao Gongming became a saint and was amazing, so he began to stop worshiping me as his master?!"
Seeing this, Hongjun Daozu snorted coldly and said lightly disdainfully.
"My master is for Pangu's inheritance. My master has always been Pangu. Where did Hongjun come from? Not to mention that you are not my master, if you are really my master, if you are wrong, then I will say that you are wrong, and I, Zhao Gongming, will not worship you!"
When Zhao Gongming heard this, he shook his head righteously, paused word by word, and said loudly.
"Yes, so is ours! Our masters are all Pangu, not Hongjun! How come the masters say that? Besides, if they are the masters and the masters are wrong, they should also criticize them, not for the elders, avoid talking about them, and even deliberately agree with them!"
After hearing this, Master Yuding, Taoist Duobao and Master Xuandu nodded without thinking and said loudly.
"Okay, very good..." Hongjun Daozu heard this, mocked and sneered, and glanced downwards, and suddenly a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "You are so righteous and stern, I will just ask you to wait. Do you want to become a saint?!"
Do you want to become a saint?!
As soon as Hongjun Daozu said this, it was astonished as the stone broke into the sky and immediately echoed into the world.
On the Qishan Mountain, whether it was the Taoist Ren Lan Ding, Guangchengzi, or Kasyapa and others, all of them were trembling and hoping. They looked up at Hongjun Daozu, and their breathing became rapid.
Saint! This is the realm that all practitioners dream of becoming. There has always been a saying that if they are not saints, they are ants!
Even if the death of Taoist Zhunti shook this statement, everyone can be sure that only by becoming a saint can one be a real strong man and have more hope to survive this great disaster in the great catastrophe of the gods that even a saint can fall!
Under such circumstances, everyone's expectations for becoming a saint are not only no worse than before, but are even stronger.
On the Yanshan Mountain, except for the Taoist Duobao, Yun Zhongzi and Xuandu Master, the rest of the people also had changes in their expressions, with hope, but also resistance.
Saints, they also want to achieve success, but they know more clearly that becoming a saint granted by Hongjun Daozu is then the puppet of Hongjun Daozu.
And they don’t want to be puppets!
"Ran Deng, come forward!"
And at this moment, above the sky, Hongjun Daozu's huge thunderous face looked at the Taoist Lan Deng on Qishan, and said word by word.
"Here!"
When Taoist Randeng heard the sound, his breathing became rapid in an instant. He looked at Hongjun Daozu nervously, and suddenly a sense of hope arose in his heart.
And behind him, Kasyapa, Hiroseko and others, were even more envious at this moment.
At this critical moment, even a fool can see that Hongjun Daozu planned to reuse the Taoist Randeng and make him the seventh saint of the prehistoric world!
"Ran Deng, a cultivator of Yuanjue Cave of Lingjiu Mountain, has a noble character and great talent. He assists Yuan Shi, promotes the Academic Buddhism, respects the way of heaven, and follows the destiny of heaven! Today, I will be appointed as a saint, and from then on, he will be the saint of Lan Deng, the seventh saint of the prehistoric world!"
Hongjun Daozu looked down below, and after a little, he spoke word by word, and said in a deep voice.
boom!
As soon as the words were spoken, the vast world trembled instantly. The envious look in the eyes of all the monks on Qishan would turn into a blazing flame!
The many monks on Yanshan were also extremely shocked, gasping for air, and the shock in their hearts was already unparalleled.
Light the lamp to become a sanctification!
The Seventh Saint of the Prehistoric World!
What does this mean? This means that the old prehistoric pattern will be completely broken. From then on, there will be saints in Xuanfeng's army, and there will also be saints in Xiqi's army!
Moreover, this means something. Even if the Seventh Saint appears, Hongjun Daozu is not afraid of anything!
Since he was able to create the Seventh Saint of the Great Destiny, it means that even if the Seven Saints join forces, they are not his opponent!
Hongjun Daozu is still the unique and supreme existence in the prehistoric world, and no one can surpass it!
"Disciple Randeng, thank you for your reward!"
Taoist Randeng was even more happy, full of unconcealed ecstasy face. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard to Hongjun Daozu.
"reward!"
Hongjun Daozu let out a faint sound, and then, a buzzing sound in the void was trembling continuously. A wisp of Hongmeng purple aura broke through the void and suddenly appeared in front of Taoist Ran Deng. The next moment, this wisp of Hongmeng purple aura merged with his body.
Immediately afterwards, his breath rose rapidly, and a mysterious and unpredictable Taoist rhyme spread rapidly along his body, like a tide, oppressing that all the monks on Qishan or Yanshan were all suppressed and were almost breathless.
"Today, I will burn the lamp and be the seventh holy of the prehistoric world!"
The next moment, a brilliant golden light emerged in the eyes of the Taoist Raining Ding Ding. After the Lingjiu Palace lantern circled around his body for three times, it was suddenly destroyed several times. Then, the powerful aura emitted from his body turned into a pure saint aura.
Lan Deng became a saint, the seventh saint of the prehistoric world, and at this moment, it was officially born!