Chapter 700

Flowers and rain, golden and black across the sky, real Huang flying, the road and the sound of the sound through the flood.

The golden altar, emitting endless holy light, seems to be cheering, in greeting the arrival of saints!

However, the black robed man, who stood on the void like a demon, seemed to care nothing about all the scenes before him, and did not respond to the altar that constantly invited him to the throne.

He stood quietly in the void, neither leaving nor coming to the throne. It seemed that the throne, which made countless creatures crazy in the wilderness, had no value in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Now that he has become a saint, why does he not want to ascend the throne? "

"Is there any limit to the throne that this elder is unwilling to accept?"

"No, sir. I want it. It's a holy place. Isn't it what we have been pursuing for hundreds of millions of years?"

As time went on, the black robed Saint had no intention of ascending the throne. The original people were full of reverence and reverence, but their looks were full of doubts.

They did not understand that the throne was in front of them. What was the elder waiting for?

"Take back the altar, this throne does not need it!"

Half an hour later, in the eyes of countless creatures watching, the man in black looked up at the void, and the first words of his mouth immediately made the gods feel like they were on their knees.

This NIMA, the holy throne is in front of you. Do you always say no?

No, it doesn't matter. Don't let the heaven take it back. It's OK to leave it for us!

The flowers and rain all over the sky stagnated, and the road and song suddenly solidified. It seemed that even the heavenly way, which had descended to the throne, did not expect to encounter such a situation.

The throne is right in front of you, but the one who becomes holy doesn't accept it. This is a blatant challenge to the way of heaven.

Fortunately, the way of heaven did not give birth to self-consciousness, but there was no feeling of anger. After the black robed sage refused the throne, the altar as bright as the sun star in the void slowly disappeared and disappeared into the endless void.

"This Haotian has already got the way. Three days later, he will open the altar to preach in Haotian palace outside the thirty-three days, and pass on the principles of the great way. Anyone who has a destiny can come here." Seeing the altar disappear, the black robed Saint slowly opened his mouth, and there was a strong and indifferent voice when the flood land was stopped.

As the words fell, the black robed sage stepped forward and directly stepped into the depths of the starry sky and disappeared into the people's vision. At this point, the land of the flood land was once again in peace, and the boundless pressure on the people suddenly dissipated.

"Hooray! The power of saints is really terrible. It is estimated that an idea of the other party will kill us! " There are congenital gods who only express emotion.

"Gentlemen, do you know why Haotian sage is unwilling to accept the throne? Is it not good to be an immortal saint of heaven Kunpeng, the demon master, can't understand. If you want to know their lifelong pursuit, that is to become a saint.

"Perhaps, master Haotian is so powerful that he doesn't care about the position of the sage?" Fuxi was dressed in a black-and-white Taoist robe. In his eyes, the essence flashed.

"It's normal that if you accept the throne, you have to be bound by the law of heaven. Although you will not die, you also need to bear the responsibility of a saint. If you have the strength of a saint, will you still accept the holy position that binds you?" The man who spoke, with his long blood colored robes, long hair and bloodthirsty breath, is the famous ancestor of the Ming River in the vast land. His strength is not weaker than that of Sanqing.

"What you said is reasonable. If I had the strength of a saint, I would not accept the shackles of the holy throne and be free and unrestrained. Would I not be happy?" The speaker is a dark blue Taoist robe with a blue fairy sword hanging around his waist. His appearance looks very young, and his eyebrows are filled with a rebellious color. It seems that few of the congenital gods can get into his Dharma.

"What Tongtian Daoyou said is reasonable, but unfortunately, in this world, apart from Haotian, who can not accept the throne and possess the power of a saint?" Fu Xi shook his head and then began to laugh at himself. "Besides, we, the practitioners who have not even entered the quasi saints, are talking about the status of saints. Isn't it too early?"

"It's not too early. Three days later, go to Haotian palace, and you will get the answer. If the elder is willing to pass on the method of becoming a saint, I will worship him as my teacher and respect him as my ancestor. I will worship him from generation to generation, and I will never rebel." The person who spoke this time was a fat monk with a big body and a kind face. He looked kind.

"I am from a barren land in the West. It is a worthwhile trip to see Master Haotian testify the truth today."

Sanqing and others glanced at zhunti and found that he was very common among a number of congenital gods, and there was nothing special about him. In addition, the other party came from the poor West, and the people were too lazy to pay any attention to him. For a while, zhunti stood still, and no one answered his words.

Zhunti was a little embarrassed, but he was not angry. Over the years, he had been used to the discrimination against the west by these congenital gods. After shaking his head, he was ready to leave here and go to the depths of the starry sky to find the Haotian palace standing in the distance of 33 days!Hum!

However, at this time, just as the gods were ready to leave, a powerful force suddenly fell from the sky and suppressed a number of congenital gods again.

"What's going on?"

"Is it possible that master Haotian is back?"

"It's not like the way of Haotian. It seems that someone has become a saint again."

Just when the gods were surprised, the sky was full of flowers and rain again, the shadow of the Golden Phoenix appeared out of thin air, endless golden lotus flowers were all over the void, and the familiar rhythm of the harmony of the road sounded again.

Hum!

The huge altar, which was comparable to the vastness and greatness of the sun star, appeared again in the endless void. The familiar shadow of the altar made the gods swallow their saliva.

"Is it true that someone has become a saint again?"

"What day is it today and how can it be sanctified? Is it impossible for heaven to wholesale the throne today

Looking at the immortal old man in green robe and the black question mark on Sanqing's face above the altar, it seems that today's sages appear out of thin air. They have never seen them. Are they not the first batch of congenital gods born after the birth of the great famine?

Sanqing, in particular, was puzzled and dissatisfied. The three of us were incarnated by the yuan God of Pangu. With the great merits of opening up the heaven, we were not qualified to be saints. What other people are qualified to be saints?

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