The rain is falling, the golden crow is flying across the sky, the real phoenix is ​​dancing, and the road and the sound of the road resounded through the wilderness.

The golden altar exudes endless holy light, as if cheering and welcoming the arrival of the saint!

However, the man in the black robe standing above the void, like a **** or devil, seemed to not care about all the sights in front of him, and had no response at all to the altar that kept sending out invitations to invite him to the holy throne.

He stood so quietly in the void, neither leaving nor ascending to the holy throne, it seemed that the holy throne that made countless creatures crazy, in his eyes, had no value.

"What's the matter? Since this senior has become holy, why doesn't he want to ascend the holy throne?"

"Could it be that there is no limit to this holy position, so this senior is unwilling to accept the holy position?"

"Senior don't want it, I want it, that's the holy position, isn't it what we have been pursuing for millions of years?"

With the passage of time, seeing that the black robe saint had no intention of ascending to the holy throne, the prehistoric creatures who were originally full of reverence and reverence were already full of doubts at this time.

They don't understand, the Holy Throne is right in front of them, what is the senior waiting for?

"Retract the altar, this saint, this seat doesn't need it!"

After a full half an hour, in the eyes of countless creatures, the black-robed man raised his head and looked up at the void. The first words he spoke suddenly made the congenital gods feel kneeling.

This Nima, the holy place is in front of you, you always say you don’t want it?

It doesn't matter, you don't let God take it back, you can leave it to us!

The rain of flowers in the sky has stagnated, and the avenue and the sound of the song have suddenly solidified. It seems that even the heaven that descended to the holy place did not expect to encounter this situation.

The holy place is right in front of him, but the sanctified person does not accept it. This is simply a naked provocation against the heavenly path.

Fortunately, Tiandao did not give birth to self-consciousness, and there was no feeling of anger into anger. After the black-robed saint rejected the holy position, the shrine in the void that was as bright as the sun star slowly disappeared and disappeared. Endless void.

"This seat Haotian, I have gained the Tao today. I will preach in the Haotian Palace 33 days later. I will preach the principles of the Great Dao. Anyone who is predestined can come." Seeing the altar disappear, the black-robed saint slowly spoke. , The great land suddenly resounded with a deep and indifferent voice.

When the voice fell, the black robe saint stepped forward, stepped directly into the depths of the starry sky, and disappeared from everyone’s sight. At this point, the land fell into calm once again, and the immeasurable coercion that was originally on everyone suddenly dissipated. .

"Huh! The power of the saint is really terrifying, and it is estimated that the other party can kill us with a single thought!" An innate **** sighed.

"Everyone, do you know why Haotian Saints are unwilling to accept the holy position? Isn't it okay to become an immortal saint of heaven, okay?" The demon master Kunpeng can't understand it. If you know their lifelong pursuit, it's sanctification. .

"Perhaps, Senior Haotian is so powerful that he doesn't care about the position of the saint?" Fuxi was dressed in a black and white robe, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"It's normal. If you accept the holy position, you must accept the constraints of heaven. Although you are immortal, you also need to assume the responsibilities of a saint. If you already have the strength of a saint, will you still accept the holy position that restrains yourself? "The person who speaks, a blood-colored robe, blood-colored long hair, and a bloodthirsty aura all over his body, is the famous Styx ancestor in the prehistoric continent, and his strength is not weaker than Sanqing.

"The Daoist Styx is reasonable. If I have the strength of a saint and I don't want to accept the shackles of the holy position, and I am free and unrestrained, wouldn't I be happy?!" The speaker is dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe with a blue waist hanging on the waist. Fairy Sword, looks very young, and his eyebrows are filled with jealousy. It seems that among the congenital gods, few people can enter his magical eyes.

"Friend Tongtian made sense, but it's a pity, besides Senior Haotian, who in this world can still not accept the holy position and possess the strength of a saint?" Fuxi shook his head, and then laughed at herself. Besides, our group of cultivators who have not even stepped into the quasi-saints are talking about the sainthood, is it a bit too early?"

"Early or not, three days later, when you go to Haotian Palace, you can get the answer. If the predecessors are willing to teach me the method of sanctification, then the poor Dao will worship him as a teacher, respect him as the ancestor of the Dao, and enshrine him for generations. Don't rebel!" The person who spoke this time was a fat monk with a wide body and a fat body. His face was kind and he looked very kind.

"Poverty Dao, from the barren land of the West, to see Senior Haotian proving Dao today is really worthwhile!"

Sanqing and the others glanced at Zhunti, and found that this person was extremely ordinary among the congenital gods, and there was nothing special about it. In addition, the other party came from the barren West, and everyone was too lazy to pay attention to him. At the time, Zhunti stood in place, no one answered his words.

Zhunti was a little embarrassed, but not annoyed. Over the years, he had become accustomed to these innate gods' discrimination against the West. After shook his head slightly, he was about to leave here, heading to the depths of the starry sky, looking for that standing tower. The Haotian Palace thirty-three days away!

Hum!

However, at this moment, just as the gods were about to leave, a powerful force suddenly fell from the sky in the void, suppressing the congenital gods once again.

"what happened?"

"Couldn't Senior Haotian be back again?"

"It's not like Senior Haotian's approach, it seems...someone has become holy again!"

Just when the gods were astonished, the sky filled the void with rain and flowers again, the shadow of the Golden Crow and the Divine Phoenix appeared out of thin air, endless golden lotus flowers all over the void, and the familiar rhythm of the avenue and the sound of the song sounded again.

Hum!

The huge altar, as vast as the sun and stars, once again appeared on the endless void, and the shadow of the familiar altar made the gods swallow.

"Is someone sanctified again?"

"What day is today, and how can we become holy together? Isn't the way of heaven being a wholesale holy place today?"

Looking at the celestial old man in the green robe above the altar, the black question mark with all the faces of Sanqing and others, today’s sanctified predecessors seem to appear out of thin air. They have never seen it before. Isn’t it conceived after the birth of the great famine? Of the first innate gods?

Especially Sanqing, at this time, I can’t help but wonder, and I am even more dissatisfied. The three of us are incarnations of the Pangu Yuanshen and possess great merits. Even we are not qualified to be sanctified. What else do you have? Qualified to become a saint?

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