The Pan King of the Ancient World Proved the Way

King Pan appeared in the outside world and waited patiently for the notification from Taozu Hongjun.

The location of Zixiao Palace is uncertain. Without the guidance of Taoist Hongjun, no one can find the location of Zixiao Palace.

About a year and a half later, Hongjun Daozu's indifferent voice that had not changed for hundreds of millions of years resounded throughout the prehistoric world.

"The second sermon is about to begin, please come to Zixiao Palace as soon as possible!"

The prehistoric land boiled, and figures one after another rose into the sky, cutting through the void, rushing towards the chaotic world and towards the Zixiao Palace.

Anyone who has entered the Zixiao Palace knows that this time, Taoist Hongjun will announce the path of cultivation above Daluo Jinxian.

The Quasi-Saint Realm, no matter how ignorant the Daluo Jinxian is, has heard of this realm. Most of those who can cultivate to the Daluo Jinxian state were born during the First Tribulation of Longhan.

Sanqing is running wildly, the Western duo is running wildly, Emperor Jun Taiyi, and Nuwa Fuxi are also running wildly.

No one is inactive. What should we do if we are late and don’t listen to a word or a half?

At the foot of Zhoushan Mountain, a simple hall depicting Pangu opening the sky, the devil weeping blood, the vast sun and moon, and giants dividing heaven and earth opened its door with a creak.

Twelve creatures of different shapes flew out of it, a strange wave flashed through, and they entered the chaos.

King Pan closed his mind and thoughts, and cast spells with his hands. The supreme forbidden aura spread from his hands, forming a thread and a web, locking the three thousand laws in his body.

Zixiao Palace and his party had to go. He wanted to know whether killing three corpses was a Taoist technique as he imagined.

In addition, he also wanted to see Hongjun Daozu's reaction.

The East Prince and the Queen Mother of the West were hidden by him in the big mouth of the congenital sun-swallowing flower. In this state, the East Prince and the Queen Mother of the West were like Schrödinger's cats. No one could tell whether they were in trouble or not.

Without the Duke of the East and the Queen Mother of the West, would Taoist Hongjun still decree the title of the first male immortal and the first female immortal?

However, he considered that after practicing the Taoism taught by the saints, the Taoism would be marked by the saints.

Therefore, King Pan blocked his own avenue in advance to prevent himself from entering a state of cultivation unknowingly.

Wow!

King Pan raised his foot and appeared on the edge of the prehistoric world. With a movement of his body, he squeezed into the chaotic world.

When they arrived at the Zixiao Palace, they were greeted by two boys as usual. King Pan smiled and gave them some Ganges holy water before entering the Zixiao Palace for the second time.

Chapter 68 The second sermon

King Pan sealed his own avenue and was a step too late. At this time, the listeners in Zixiao Palace were almost all present.

"Fellow Taoist Panwang!"

A clear yet heroic voice came to his ears from the Zixiao Palace.

King Pan followed the sound and looked at it: in the third row of the sacred mountain, twelve beings with very different styles from the listeners occupied a row of seats, and they were crowded.

The original owners of those seats were huddled in the corner with unhappy expressions on their faces, or were suspended in mid-air, without even a place to stay.

They are not as bold as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and they even dare to break the rules of the saints.

That's right, these twelve gentlemen who are grabbing seats are none other than the famous Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The Great God Pangu rode the crane to the west, and the Yuan Shen divided into the three Qing Dynasties, namely Laozi, the Taoist God of the Taiqing Dynasty, Yuanshi, the Yuanshi Tianzun of the Yuqing Dynasty, and Tongtian, the Lingbao Tianzun of the Shangqing Dynasty; his body and blood transformed into the twelve ancestral witches.

The twelve ancestral witches are: Di Jiang, the ancestor of space, Wu Jumang, the ancestor of wood, Zhu Rong, the ancestor of fire, Wu Pingshou, the ancestor of gold, Gonggong, the ancestor of water, Wu Xuanming, the ancestor of ice, and Wu Xuanming, the ancestor of earth. Wu Houtu, the ancestor of thunder, Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of time, Wu Zhujiuyin, the ancestor of wind, Wu Tianwu, the ancestor of electricity, Wu Xizi, and the ancestor of weather, Wu Shebishi.

The owner of Pan Dynasty's voice bowed his hands, took a few steps at will, and landed on his sacred mountain.

"How domineering!"

He took a breath of immortal energy and stayed away from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

However, he didn't know that the twelve unlucky guys who had been robbed of the sacred mountain by the ancestral witches were having red eyes and were full of hatred, discussing how to deal with him.

The exchange between Pan Wang and Hou Tu was seen by the unlucky people, and they hated him all over the house. The unlucky people did not dare to seek revenge from the twelve ancestral witches, so they set their target on the lonely Pan King.

Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all arrived early and took their places, showing inscrutable expressions.

Probably because the ancestral witches were sitting around, Di Jun, Taiyi, and the top ten demon commanders were restless, with thorns on their backs. Their spiritual thoughts were always surrounding them, for fear of being attacked by the ancestral witches.

The ancestral witches blatantly competed for other people's positions in Zixiao Palace, making them feel insecure.

"hey-hey!"

The twelve ancestral witches were all in uniform, and they sneered from time to time, which made Emperor Juntaiyi and his group feel on pins and needles.

"Tsk, tsk, the ancestral witch is so simple!"

King Pan finally realized that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not here to listen, but to cause trouble.

The ancestral witch's spirit and body are one, and if he does not cultivate his soul, listening to Taoism will not have much effect.

However, it doesn't matter if they don't gain anything. As long as the powerful demon clan doesn't get a chance, they won't be considered behind.

Therefore, they deliberately sat behind the powerful demon clan to disturb the mind of the powerful demon clan and prevent them from listening quietly.

Of course, it is not ruled out that they have plans to attack and make the powerful demon clan go crazy.

These ancestral witches are as courageous as the sky, and there is nothing they dare not do.

King Pan noticed that Ancestor Kunpeng, Immortal Zhenyuan, and Ancestor Hongyun had not arrived yet.

He felt strange.

The cultivation of these three people is only a little bit worse than him. Among the three thousand listeners in Zixiao Palace, they are enough to rank in the top twenty. There is no reason to lag behind others.

Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

As soon as he thought of this, he saw the three of them walking together, talking and laughing, and flew to their respective positions.

This scene fell into King Pan's eyes, giving him a sense of immediacy like brothers in distress talking to each other.

Ancestor Kunpeng and Ancestor Hongyun have become good friends. Will they still try to snatch Ancestor Hongyun’s Hongmeng Purple Qi?

After the three Immortals Zhenyuan sat down, they all said hello to King Pan, and then they listened to their ears, nose, mouth, mouth, and mind, ignoring external affairs.

King Pan responded one by one and continued to observe.

As Taoist Hongjun was approaching the sermon, nearly a hundred sacred mountains, including the exclusive thrones of the East Prince and the Queen Mother of the West, were empty and no one came.

There is a great possibility that these people either accepted the fate or fell into a dangerous situation and were unable to escape.

In the unfathomable ancient world, Daluo Jinxian is too weak.

When King Pan met by chance, the two great powers he encountered were relatively kind. If he had encountered a back-up plan arranged by extremely evil powers such as Demon Ancestor Rahu and the King of Beasts, it would be a blessing or a disaster.

"Boom!"

A bell rang through the palace.

The purple energy was majestic and rising, and the non-physical form of Taoist Hongjun appeared on the high platform.

King Pan took one last look at the empty sacred mountain. Those who didn't come would never have the chance to listen to Taoist Hongjun's sermon.

"This is the second sermon. What I'm talking about this time is the way of the saint, which is above the Great Luo Jinxian."

All the great masters were refreshed. The coercion of Hongjun Daozu when he attained enlightenment was so terrifying that they could not even lift their heads. They came to Zixiao Palace not just for this show.

"The three corpses are objects, and they belong to the souls of ghosts and gods. If you want to make people die early, these corpses should act as ghosts, parade around freely, eat people and worship them."

"The third corpse is a young girl, who attacks the human penis, causing dark eyes, wrinkled face, and kidney deficiency; the second is a white girl, who causes a potbelly, a wandering mind, and a lack of willpower. I am thinking of the Emperor Butterfly."

"Therefore, those who have attained enlightenment should first remove the three corpses, become tranquil and have no desires, have a calm mind and clear nature, and accumulate many good deeds. They will submit to merit and become holy."

All the great masters were mesmerized by what they heard, and their spirits were swimming in the Three Corpses Avenue. The Qingyun of the Avenue stationed in the Niwan Palace flew out, billions of divine lights bloomed, and their own avenues were infinitely sublimated.

Qingyun is the essence of an immortal's practice. When powerful people discuss the Tao, they often come into contact with Qingyun and exchange their respective understandings of the Tao with each other.

King Pan also released his own Qingyun, who was criticized for being independent and independent. King Pan was not afraid of trouble and was not willing to cause trouble for himself for no reason.

King Pan was not the only one who was awake in Zixiao Palace.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were not cultivators, and killing the three corpses had nothing to do with them. They stared straight at the powerful demon clan in front of them, with murderous intent deliberately in their eyes.

The great master of the demon clan clearly knew that the ancestral witches in Zixiao Palace did not dare to take action, but he was also made uneasy and had difficulty concentrating on listening to the sermon.

Xu Shi Hongjun Taoist Patriarch finally couldn't bear it anymore. Suddenly, in the Zixiao Palace, the divine voice sounded loudly, and the sound of the great avenue penetrated into everyone's heart.

Such changes suppressed the scruples in the minds of the demon clan's powerful men, allowing them to fully devote themselves to listening to the sermon.

This is very painful for King Pan.

It should be noted that if you practice the Taoism of Hongjun Taoist, you will be branded as a saint and embark on the path of a saint. He has found the direction to realize Hunyuan, but he is willing to take a dead end?

King Pan went all out to guard the door of the soul and block the voice of the great road from Hongjun Daozu from the soul. At the same time, bright aura continued to flow out of his mind, blocking the spiritual path with the power of humanity.

The Great Way of the Saint was so mysterious that several times, he could not hold back and entered into practice.

Chapter 69 The Secret of the Saint

There are policies and measures to counter. Dao Ancestor Hongjun is willing to help the people of the Monster Clan, and the ancestral witches of the Wu Clan are not vegetarians.

They saw that Zhu Rong, who had originally been unable to listen to any of the mysteries of the Dao, seemed to have suddenly enlightened, with an expression of obsession on his face. Then, Zhu Rong's eyes were blurred and he was completely immersed in the Dao.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

I don’t know if it was ten years or a hundred years, but a rough voice mixed with the divine voice of heaven spread to King Pan’s spirit.

Not only King Pan, but all the powerful people in the second and third rows were shocked and woke up.