"Disciple, please pay homage to the teacher"

Zhang Fangao sat down on the cloud platform, looking down at the millions of immortals, bowing down, respectfully holding the disciple's rituals, his voice shook the heaven and earth, as if the minds of heaven and earth, and was moved by it at this moment...

The law cannot be passed on lightly, and the Tao cannot be taught lightly. The way of heaven is the most powerful, how can there be a reason why you only want to gain but not pay?

Therefore, millions of monks were willing to give this disciple a favor without any humiliation and resentment.

To preach in the world, you also have the qualifications to receive the etiquette of teachers from all over the world.

Millions of immortal cultivators called their teacher together, and such a grand occasion and honor were probably beyond the ages.

In ancient times, in ancient times, the strong dominate the world, but only domineering people and destroying people. How could such a world be like that, and preaching is fate? Since ancient times, in the last days of immortal cultivation, everyone gained nothing but cherished everything, let alone this.

Zhang Fan's move is the first person to create the world

He can afford this ceremony

After bowing down, all the immortals held back their excitement after bowing, they were dressed and got the golden lotus of the soul.

Sitting upright on the golden lotus of the soul, it seemed that in an instant, the whole world was changing, becoming friendly and thorough, as if a fish swims in the water, an eagle hits the sky, and is indescribable freedom.

The great way of the soul in my ears and the door of immortality are like a sudden clue that comes from thousands of threads, and endless mystery pours in.

Millions of immortals, closed their eyes and listened to the sermon.

There are all kinds of sentient beings, six desires and seven emotions, but practitioners understand the heaven and earth, restrain themselves, and forcibly suppress them. When they look at them, they only feel like clay sculptures and wood sculptures, lacking popularity.

But at this moment, when Zhang Fan was only preaching in the world, all the statues in the Eastern Palace were popular, and all sentient beings emerged one by one.

Those who are dancing like a person who listens to the music of immortals do not know how to make them happy like this;

If you think hard, you seem to be completely confused and don’t know how difficult it is, making you restless;

...

Some are quiet like stubborn stones, some are joyful and cannot overcome themselves;

Some people cry and laugh, have great enlightenment, and are also full of hearts as if they are dead or lost...

At that time, what is the real person of the Yuanying, what is the path of refining Qi, where does the human race come from to cultivate immortals, and what is the monster king and monster... There are only people who are addicted to the great way, not knowing the passage of time, and many external things.

One day, two days...

As for seven days

As time passes, what a hateful quick method is this moment? When a bell rings, awakening all the millions of immortals who are addicted to the great way, I wonder how many monks want to let time go back and listen to the great way again.

However, the way of time is the first of all the heavens. Even the Taoist Lord Donghua who preached the ten thousand immortals on the platform could not find any way, let alone others

After all, it's just a luxury.

The millions of immortals who were immersed in endless annoyance could no longer tolerate anything else in their hearts. They just stared at the Taoist Lord Donghua who could not move and everything was like the one who had not changed at all seven days ago.

How can sentient beings be ignored? They shouted at millions of immortals. Their eyes were as if they were substantial, so that everyone except Zhang Fan on the high platform would be as if they were on pins and needles.

Among them, there are characters such as Zhu Jiuxiao and Feng Jiulingna.

"well"

Feeling the thoughts of millions of immortals, Zhu Jiuxiao almost let out a long roar.

He was also immersed in the great way of the soul that Zhang Fan talked about. Even if he was infinitely close to that realm, he would not be able to do so. A layer of window paper was still the end of the world, and it was no different from the millions of immortals.

At this time, I came back to my senses and felt Zhang Fan’s success in preaching the world from the thoughts of the ten thousand immortals.

"Even at the most glorious time, when the Seventy-Two Transformed God Daojun was in charge of the sect, my Faxiang Sect never respected this."

Zhu Jiuxiao felt tears in his eyes. He devoted himself to the sect. Seeing that the sect followed Zhang Fan's actions, he would prosper the world in the future and become the number one sect in Jiuzhou, almost without any barriers. The excitement was indescribable.

Unlike the others, Zhu Jiuxiao knew Zhang Fan's overall plan. He knew in his heart that the preaching was far from over.

All of this is just a preview and just a warm-up. It is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the huge stage that swept the world.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's indifferent eyes swept across Lianyun Mountains, enveloped the Eastern Palace, which was both real and illusory, and a clear voice sounded again.

"There was a year before the ancient wilderness."

"The upper and lower parts are the universe, and from ancient times to the present, the universe covers space and time, which is the highest yearning for all great ways. In the universe, there is one yuan as the year, totaling 129,600 years."

"Under the universe, we begin to discuss the world. The sky has its originality and the earth has its fortune. In life, the world is considered as the world."

...

After seven days of preaching, Zhang Fan's voice unconsciously brought a bit of desolation and obscureness, implicitly ethereal, if not from his flesh and blood body, but from heaven and earth as his mouth.

The universe, earth and man, Yuanhui, and the Chinese, slowly said in Zhang Fan's mouth. Everyone's hearts were moved, and the rich anticipation in their eyes turned into ecstasy.

"Listen to this, the preaching is not over?"

That kind of ecstasy, regardless of age, spreads among all millions of immortals.

Originally, they also knew that all the thoughts before were quite extravagant. After all, the great way was mysterious. Being able to listen to them for seven days was a great blessing, and they just had a thought of something.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Fan's tone was heard, if there was a tendency to become ten thousand, everyone would not be overjoyed and could hardly help themselves.

"My Dharma-Shadow Sect has been passed down for a long time, and it is based on Dharma-Shadow and the stars map of the Zhoutian are the basis. All Dharmas are based on the numbers of stars and the Zhoutian."

While talking, a celebratory cloud suddenly appeared above Zhang Fan's head.

——Zhoutian Stars and Clouds Celebration Power

The great powers of the bronze cauldron in the past seem very different at this time. They have removed the drought and retained the essence and sublimated to an indescribable state.

There is no magic weapon around the heavens, and no golden filament embellishment, only the stars and nebula of the sky are rotated, exerting all the mystery.

"Today, Donghua should also use the number of circumferences as a basis for preaching 3,650 days to achieve the method of circumferences."

Speaking of this, millions of immortals were all boiling and shouting in unison:

"Teacher mercy"

According to the teacher, the situation where millions of immortals worshipped each other again set off a storm in the Lianyun Mountains and became a force that swept the world.

When the millions of immortal thoughts gathered, Zhang Fan opened and closed his mouth gently, but no sound came out. He seemed to have a feeling in his heart, interrupting the words he was about to say.

After closing his eyes a little, Zhang Fan sensed it and realized something. When the sound of roaring and roaring fell, he slowly stretched out his finger and pointed it in front of his seat.

Silently, it attracted the eyes of millions of immortals. A little black light shot out from Zhang Fan's hands and disappeared into the ground.

"This time I preached the world and taught me that I have a destiny. Even if I receive the rituals of such teachers, I cannot be without expression."

As Zhang Fan finished speaking, the black light fell on the ground, a tree that was rising up from the ground.

"This is……"

The big tree of the sky is like a Bodhi tree, with an obscure atmosphere of innate spiritual roots, and an indescribable mess, as if something gathered.

Zhang Fan slowly got up, walked forward, sat under the tree, and said slowly:

"I planted this magical power tree, and used thousands of methods to create magical power fruits. If I take it, I can gain magical powers and mysteries."

"The number of preaching in my sermons should be 3,650 days of the Great Zhoutian; this magical power tree should also have 3,650 fruits in its destiny."

"One fruit and one magical power, leave a gift for you"

"Wow~"

The immortals were boiling, like an eruption of a volcano under the sea, rolling up countless waves, and they could not stop for a long time.

What does this mean? The 3,650 magical powers, that is, the 3,650 magical powers. Those who are destined to accept can obtain magical powers. What a terrifying opportunity.

There are thousands of magical magic, and there are countless immortals who know how many magical powers are, but the theory of magical powers is even more important than magical powers. The so-called magical powers are not as good as magical powers, and magical powers are not as good as the number of heavens.

Under the laws of heaven, supernatural powers are the best, how can ordinary people obtain them?

With this glimmer of opportunity, how could everyone not be ecstatic?

As Zhang Fan sat under the magical tree, green fruits were made of flowers and hung on the tree. The mottled and mysterious patterns on them did not look like natural fruits, but more like works of art carefully crafted by masters.

"In seven days, let's talk about the great way."

As soon as Zhang Fan said this, he closed his eyes. The power that tolerated the world and suppressed everything suddenly disappeared. Everyone looked at him in shock and felt that the Taoist Lord Donghua, who was sitting upright under the magical power tree, seemed to have escaped into a strange realm, as if it was still empty, as if it was within reach, as if it was within reach, as if it was thousands of miles away...

Just closing your eyes and sitting there was endless mystery, revealing infinite magical powers. Everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed and became increasingly looking forward to the preaching seven days later.

At this time, millions of immortals gradually emerged from the preaching atmosphere, or exchanged their experiences with friends, or closed their eyes and thought about the mystery of the great way. The only thing that was not the same was that no one was willing to leave the Golden Lotus of the Yuanshen under his seat

"Divine Channel Fruit, Divine Channel Fruit"

"The Tao fruit is called supernatural powers, but it is just a very profound expression of its mystery and profoundness. With a method, the profoundness of the Tao..."

On a golden lotus of soul, an old man who was drooping and old murmured to himself, as if extremely shocked.

"I never thought that someone could use his supernatural power to condense the fruits and then use his supernatural powers to spread the supernatural powers."

"The magical powers are as deep as the sea of ​​abyss and are unpredictable."

This old man who was deeply moved was the first real person at the peak of the Nascent Soul who bowed his head and bowed his head and held the disciple's rituals seven days ago. From his realm, he could understand Zhang Fan's unpredictable and profound behavior, and he was unlike ordinary monks who just covet the magical channel fruit.

"The world is so big, I'm afraid no one is the teacher's opponent anymore, and the first person to rise up? Humph, even if he is the first person in the world, how can he not be the first person?"

The old man of Nascent Soul was convinced by Zhang Fan and respected him for no reason. Even if he thought about it, he would not forget to call him "teacher".

Just at this moment, he suddenly felt something and looked up.

At the edge of the Xuanhuang East Palace, a gray aura burst out like a cloud dragon, tearing the sky.

That kind of violence and provocation can be seen as if it is not the one who comes to listen to the sect, but rather it is like a challenge and a temptation.

"Who dares to come and touch the bad news of Donghua Daojun?"

The millions of immortals present had their first reaction not to be angry, but to be disbelief.

After preaching on the seventh day, Zhang Fan's status in the hearts of millions of immortals was not allowed to be a god. He couldn't react for a moment and couldn't believe that anyone dared to come and provoke.

"I've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Chapter completed!