Chapter 117: Scenery of the Hunyuan Daluo Gods
Hengming thought about it carefully and suddenly came up with a good idea.

"Yes, Taoist Qingrong cannot move. This is a hidden chess move. We have to wait for the right time to insert it into the demon clan. In this case, I can send Taoist Hongchen. My kindness is placed on the wheel of fate. His strength is not weaker than that of an ordinary Daluo Jinxian. If he practices carefully, it is not impossible for him to catch up with me."

The strength of the Three Corpses is not static. Apart from the fact that their cultivation is limited by their bodies, the biggest limitation is the objects on which their obsessions of good and evil are placed.

The grade classification of innate spiritual treasures is not arbitrarily created, but is determined by comparing the degree of perfection of the various great laws within their bodies to determine what grade they actually meet.

If the Dao laws within this spiritual treasure are equivalent to the level of perception of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal, then it is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. If it has several complete Dao laws, then there is no doubt that it is an innate treasure. For example, the Tai Chi diagram contains complete Tai Chi Dao laws and Yin and Yang Dao laws.

Of course, this criterion of judgment is not universal. For example, Hengming has a fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation, which contains three perfect laws of the Great Dao. However, this does not mean that this fragment is an innate treasure, but rather a rare treasure.

The quality of the innate spiritual treasures that the three corpses rely on will limit their strength to a certain extent.

If Heng Ming placed his good thoughts on the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, the cultivation level of the Hongchen Taoist would at most be the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal, and he would never be able to reach the Hunyuan Golden Immortal. Only by using the best innate spiritual treasure as a place of trust can the Hongchen Taoist's cultivation level break through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

As for the innate treasure, it interferes too much and involves several complete laws of the great way, so even the eternal destiny cannot be calculated too much.

However, the breakthrough of the Three Corpses' cultivation also requires careful polishing by the original body, and the Three Corpses themselves also need to work hard. It is impossible to achieve it overnight.

"If you take the Immortal Slaying Gourd, even if Hongchen Taoist encounters Kunpeng, he won't be afraid. Yes, after preaching three times, let Hongchen Taoist set off to the North Sea to establish a second place to teach sentient beings. How come it's a bit like a branch company."

Hengming couldn't help laughing. The reason why he worked so hard in his previous life was because the general manager had painted a big promise for him, saying that he would be able to become the general manager of a branch company in the future. But now it seemed like he was building a branch company.

When the last great god entered the Zixiao Palace, Haotian and Yaochi worked together to close the door, and finally walked to the pulpit and stood there.

Just as the two of them stood in place, Hongjun appeared again without warning. When the divine light of the Golden Lotus of Merit shone on the faces of the Taoists, they realized that the saint had arrived.

All the gods present stood up and bowed, saying, "Disciples respectfully welcome the arrival of the teacher. May the teacher live a long and healthy life and have the great path last forever!"

The sound was so loud that even the Zixiao Palace trembled slightly. It was obvious that the cultivation of the gods had reached a higher level than after the second sermon. Unfortunately, it still could not shake Hongjun's majesty.

Hongjun nodded slightly and said calmly: "This is my last sermon. This time I will talk about the Daluo Dao and how to break through the Hunyuan Dao. I will also talk about the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian Dao one by one. You all listen carefully."

Hongjun ignored the expressions of the gods in the audience and immediately began to talk about the countless mysteries of the great Dao.

As soon as he spoke, countless gods frowned, because Hongjun talked about the way of Daluo, and it was an extremely profound Daluo mystery. Even Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi and other invincible gods frowned when they heard it, and could hardly keep up with Hongjun's speaking speed.

A red lotus the size of a bowl appeared on Minghe's knees. The red lotus blossomed into twelve layers, and a faint lotus fragrance wafted out, helping Minghe understand these Daluo mysteries.

In addition to the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus used by the Styx, a giant spiritual tree also appeared above Zhen Yuanzi's head. There were thirty fruits on the tree. The fruits looked like babies under three days old, with all four limbs and facial features complete. From time to time, they would let out clear laughter, just like a baby.

It is the ginseng fruit tree that blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, takes another three thousand years to ripen, and can only be eaten after a short period of ten thousand years.

A phantom of a Fusang tree gradually floated above Emperor Jun and Taiyi's heads, while a phantom of a laurel tree floated above the heads of the other three Taiyin star gods. Apart from these people, almost no one else had treasures to help them listen to the teachings.

Taiyi's brows were tightly closed, his whole body was enveloped in endless sun divine fire, surrounded by smoke and mist, and his brows kept twisting, as if a living thing was about to appear. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a vague shadow jumped out from between his brows. He turned over and wanted to rely on the Chaos Bell.

But the Chaos Bell shook slightly, and immediately shook the phantom away. No matter how hard Taiyi tried, the Chaos Bell was unwilling to let the phantom rest on it. Finally, because Hongjun was preaching, Taiyi could only take the evil corpse back into Qingyun.

Except for Taiyi, Dijun, Changxi, Xihe and Fuxi, who all beheaded one corpse, the demon gods were able to behead the three corpses because Nuwa told them the secret method of beheading the three corpses. In order to obtain this secret method, they paid a huge price.

Unfortunately, except for these few people who gained something, almost all the great gods who listened to the teachings opened their eyes, their eyes were full of helplessness, and they sighed endlessly, because they simply could not understand the Daluo Dao that Saint Hongjun talked about, so naturally they could only withdraw with regret.

No matter how they scratched their heads and tried every possible way, they could not understand even a single word of the true Tao. The most painful thing in the world is that the Tao is right in front of them, but they are unable to knock on the door. If these great gods had not made great efforts in cultivating their minds, they would have collapsed long ago due to such distress.

Not long after, several Heavenly Lords who had killed a corpse also opened their eyes. Although the three corpses helped them to listen to the teachings, they were still unable to understand and could only look at the seven people sitting on the cushions with envy. Fuxi sighed, "Even though I killed a corpse, I still can't understand the words of the saint. It's really a pity and sad."

Kunpeng was sitting aside. His foundation was a little weak. Even though he knew the secret method of beheading the three corpses, he was unable to take this opportunity to behead the corpses.

They didn't understand what was being said, but the seven people on the cushions all had indifferent smiles on their faces. This sharp contrast hurt them even more.

Di Jun was filled with resentment, but he could do nothing about it.

Seeing that the other gods could only stare at each other in amazement, Zhu Rong wanted to burst out laughing on the spot. If Di Jiang had not warned him with his eyes and Hou Tu had not pulled on the corner of his clothes, Zhu Rong would have mocked Di Jun long ago.

Gong Gong shook his head and smiled at Xizi beside him, "Originally I didn't want to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings. We can't understand these great principles anyway. If it weren't for protecting my little sister, I wouldn't want to come here to listen to these ghosts crying and wolves howling. I didn't expect to see Di Jun being humiliated. It really was worth the trip."

When Hongjun announced to the heaven and earth that he was about to preach in the chaos, the twelve ancestor witches showed little interest in it. Only Houtu, who thought that the great truth could be applied to other similar situations, realized the horror of Hongjun's power and thought that perhaps there was a way to solve the problem that their witch clan had no primordial spirit. Therefore, she forced the other eleven ancestor witches to go to the Zixiao Palace to listen to his teachings.

During the first two sermons, except for Hou Tu, the other ancestor witches felt so uncomfortable that they wanted to fall asleep on the spot. It was only the third sermon that aroused their interest.

Zhu Rong snorted, "Of course. How can those mixed-haired birds and toads expect a saint to preach? They are not worthy!"

Zhu Rong's voice was not concealed at all. Their seats this time were very close to the front, right behind Di Jun and the others. It was obvious that he was speaking for them to hear.

Although Hongjun had said that the seats could not be changed, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were such fearless people that they would not take this warning seriously. In addition, after Houtu's thinking and Zhu Jiuyin's judgment, they dared to assert that Hongjun only cared about the seat on the cushion, so they naturally felt at ease to change the seats at will.

The result was just as they expected.

After hearing this, Di Jun immediately turned around and glared at Zhu Rong. Zhu Rong sneered with disdain and looked up at Di Jun, which made the four Taiyin and Taiyang star gods very angry, but they could do nothing about it.

Compared with the gods who were undercurrents surging behind them, the seven people on the cushions were listening with fascination.

Hengming had a smile on his face, and he was concentrating on comprehending Hongjun's Great Dao. When Hongjun was telling him how he broke through from Daluo to Hunyuan, thirty-six layers of spiritual light bloomed above his forehead, and endless power of destiny surged, finally condensing into an acre of large celebration cloud.

The color of this auspicious cloud seems very inconspicuous, but if you look closely, you can see an extremely dazzling light in the darkness. Every ray of light is the fate of all living beings. It seems that this auspicious cloud is the gathering of the fate of all living beings. It is both dazzling and eclipsed.

The cloud of destiny and celebration shook slightly, and three magic flowers of different colors bloomed. The magic flowers continued to rise and fall with the Hongjun Dao, swaying gracefully. The destiny turned, and the luck flowed. With every move, it could control the destiny of all living beings, the power of manipulation, and everything about all things, all appeared in this cloud.

Taiqing Laozi had a blank expression on his face, and an acre-sized cloud of celebration also appeared above his head. Within this cloud, three red lotuses blossomed, the Tai Chi diagram rotated, the true meaning of Yin and Yang rotated, moral maxims resounded, and quiet and wonderful words scattered, fully displaying the mystery of Taiqing.

Yuqing Yuanshi had a solemn expression on his face, holding the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand. Countless golden lamps were lit within the auspicious cloud, illuminating the darkness in all directions and penetrating the loneliness in all directions. The golden lamps flickered, and each time they were re-lit, the Taoist rhyme within the auspicious cloud became stronger, and a ray of auspicious light and auspiciousness also increased, making his figure increasingly blurred.

Shang Qing Tong Tian stands straight with his brows tightly closed, like a sharp sword reaching into the sky. The auspicious clouds above his head are like colorful auspicious clouds, with countless white waves constantly washing over him. Three huge green lotuses are bright and colorful, and thousands of sword energies are looming, with an astonishing momentum.

Nuwa frowned slightly, closed her beautiful eyes, pursed her red lips, and an acre-sized celebration cloud also appeared above her head. Inside the celebration cloud, golden clouds were brilliant, and green light suddenly appeared. A goddess with a human head and a snake body stood in the sky, and under her tail, countless living beings were constantly born and died with the goddess's breathing, and they all understood the true meaning of creation and destruction.

Jie Yin and Zhunti did not manifest auspicious clouds, but instead had a strange performance.

Zhunti's true body has three heads and six arms, with the tops of the heads showing compassion, anger, and ruthlessness respectively. The six arms each hold a different magic weapon. Behind him appears a huge sacred tree, with the canopy of the sacred tree covering the sky and the sun, with threads of spiritual rain falling from the canopy. There is a ruthless and murderous aura in the compassion.

Jie Yin's expression was still as bitter as before, but three golden relics appeared on his head. The relics emitted infinite light, and the light condensed into boundless auspicious clouds, including clouds of tranquility and freedom, clouds of infinite compassion, clouds of great merit and virtue, clouds of all things in nature, clouds of Bodhi light, and clouds of perfect wisdom.

A six-foot-tall golden statue appeared behind him. The golden statue had its hands tightly closed, its brows lowered and its eyes calm, silently reciting countless Buddhist scriptures. The image of the future Buddha had already taken shape. On each spiritual cloud sat an inexplicable shadow, which were the Bodhisattvas and celestial beings who had a connection with the Buddha.

(End of this chapter)