Top Level Air Fortune, Secretly Trained For Thousands of Years
The battle for the shrine, Long Hao's regret
After the activity, Han Jue walked out of the Taoist temple, transmitted the voice to everyone, and prepared to preach.
Hearing that Han Jue was about to preach, everyone flocked to the mountain.
There was a vast meadow between the two mountains, which had become a place to preach through hidden doors.
Everyone was looking forward to Han Jue's sermon, and they would get something every time the sermon ended.
In this sermon, Han Jue decided to set foot on Jiyuan Avenue.
Pull your Clan on board as soon as possible, lest Empress Houtu always worry about her.
After all the You Clan practiced Jiyuan Dao, they should follow Han Jue in the future!
The Innate Baiyue Xianchuan was also secretly listening to this, Han Jue opened one eye and closed the other.
Han Jue was really not afraid of being stolen from his teacher.
As long as you practice the Jiyuan Dao, you will be respected sooner or later.
This is why the saints always preach to all beings.
Since there are so many saints, it is difficult for saints to preach directly to living beings, they will only invite the great power between heaven and earth to the 33rd heaven from time to time.
Time just passed.
Day by day.
Fifty years in a moment.
Han Jue returned to the Taoist temple, and the strange gods followed.
Looking at the usually rare strange gods, Han Jue smiled full of emotion: "Time passes so quickly."
A strange god came behind him and started rubbing him.
Han Jue realized that he was really old, and he always sighed with the past and time.
He was indeed old, however, he was over ten thousand years old.
Ten thousand years, there was enough life change in the world, and races changed.
Feeling a sigh, it still had to invest in cultivation.
Han Jue began to condense demon spirits in the star realm, condensing new demon laws.
Not to mention the pregnancy of the three thousand demon gods, she had not even reached one percent of the three thousand demon gods.
It is also very good, there should be a process of tasks in the long and boring years of practice.
One by one, the close target can pull it towards the far target.
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Thirteen heavens, heavenly clan.
In the majestic palace, the gods Ji and Fang Liang stood facing each other.
Ji Xian Shen walked back and forth, with his hands behind his waist, his brows furrowed.
Fang Liang said impatiently: "How much longer do you have to leave? After all, you are also the ancestor of heaven now!"
Immortal Ji paused and said with dissatisfaction: "Can I not hurry? The saints said that they would choose a new saint. If this saint did not come from the Heavenly Clan, there would definitely be a great power that could compete with him. Heavenly Clan!"
When the matter was mentioned, Lord Ji stepped on.
The heavenly clan mixed with fish and dragons, and none of its cronies were strong enough to compete for the holy throne.
Ji Xian Shen now hated that he was born late, if it was tens of thousands of years early, he might not be able to fight for the throne alone!
Fang Liang said: "In fact, there is no need to worry. The saint did not say when the holy throne would be given. The last disaster has just ended. Even if a quasi saint wanted to prove and become a saint, it would take countless years."
Ji Xianshen's face was a bit slow, and she felt reasonable.
He suddenly thought of something and asked: "Your master can't even kick Li Daokong out, or let him fight for the holy throne?"
Fang Liangwei said, "That's not good, he doesn't want to be disturbed ..."
"You fool, if he becomes a saint, who would dare to interfere in the future? His spiritual purpose will not be holy in the end. We gave him this opportunity and he'll just be happier."
Ji Xian Shen did not have a good spirit, and felt that Fang Liang's brain was not good after the failure of the robbery measurement. A clever boy who used to be very good at blaming a superior saint.
Fang Liang sighed: "Alright, let me ask."
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Twenty years have passed since the end of the sermon.
On this day, Han Jue felt a fluctuation in the divine mind of the heavenly order, and he took out the heavenly order.
"Hey?"
"Ms."
"I have a chance for you."
"reel!"
"What?"
"Do you want to complain to your master as well?"
"No, this opportunity is wonderful, it's about preaching and sanctifying!"
"You have a majestic, purple spirit?"
"I don't have it, do you need a grandiose spirit to preach?"
"Of course, the saint behind you didn't mention this? Every saint now claims that he has a holy spirit. It was all a calculation to find someone to fight for that saint. Don't just believe me."
"understood."
After the divine thought was cut off, Fang Liang immediately went to look for the god Ji Xian.
Han Jue accepted the Order of Heaven and could not help but feel: "Sages and saints are all fools."
Do these saints lie without blinking?
That majestic purple Qi was in the hands of Empress Nuwa, the saints had no confidence, and they insisted on declaring that they had a sacred position.
I fear Tianjiao will be snatched away by another saint.
Han Jue did not think too much, and continued to practice.
other side.
Fang Liang found the Ji god and said Han Jue's words.
Ji Xianshen's face changed, and she transmitted her voice to Fang Liang: "It seems like the saint is restless and kind-hearted, and wants us to internalize."
Fang Liang replied: "Yes, if not for his master's warning, we might be led by the holy throne, but this is also a good thing. Don't tell me that others are fighting for the holy throne."
"That makes sense, thank you Master for me."
"good."
"But then again, does not the meaning of your master's words mean that there is also a saint behind him, or that a saint is contacting him."
"Isn't this normal?"
"Also."
Ji Xian Shen was thinking~www.mtlnovel.com~ I don't know what he's thinking.
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The boundless ocean, deep under the sea, in a palace hidden in darkness.
Long Hao was meditating and cultivating. There was a soul body around him, which was Haotian.
Haotian seemed to be thinking of something, his expression serious.
Long Hao opened his eyes and asked, "Have you thought of a way?"
Haotian said: "Then so quickly, I think the matter of the sacred position is too strange. If the saints had a majestic and purple energy, they would have to be tightly hidden, how could they be directly promoted?"
Long Hao asked, "Fraud?"
Haotian said nothing more, and continued to wander.
Long Hao sighed, faintly saying: "I know so, I shouldn't have left the hidden door. If I don't leave the hidden door, I'm still training in retreat, without any burden. If I was still in retreat, then I might by now have already attacked Da Luo. When I attack Da Luo, I will continue to train with the master. Maybe I can prove Dao with strength. What kind of purple energy was needed..."
He started chatting nonstop, hearing Haotian get upset.
Since the end of the weighing robbery, Long Hao had always been a piece of crap, knowing that he regretted it.
Haotian had no room for regret, he was simply helpless.
He had lost too many opportunities before, and now he was suppressed by many saints, unable to stand up.
Some saints were even his juniors.
The suffering in his heart was greater than anyone else.
“Or let's go back, let me introduce you to Master, as long as you show loyalty, he will definitely take you in!” long Hao said suddenly.
Haotian frowned and said, "Get in the door?"
Long Hao said: "Look at our hidden gate, besides me, someone has become the emperor of heaven. You forgot about the Heavenly Banquet not too long ago? There were already two hundred immortal emperors in the hidden door. What does this mean, my dear? master gather strength? It is said that Dao Zhizun and Jiang Yi have joined the hidden gate, and you should be very clear about their qualifications."