Chapter 20 Hongmeng Purple Qi

◎Distribution magic weapon◎

Facing the silence, Hongjun chuckled, very satisfied with the crowd's reaction, and continued: "Except for the one I used to become a saint, there are still eight Hongmeng Purple Qi left, and I have seven in my hands."

After saying that, he transformed seven strands of primordial purple energy from his palms in front of him.

Knowing that there was no share for him, Kong Shuang couldn't help but look at the seven misty and thin jumping purple auras of Hongmeng with envy.

Some people were already breathing rapidly, staring intently at the seven strands of Hongmeng purple aura. If they could defeat Hongjun, they would have wanted to snatch them away.

Among them are Cundi and Jie Yin.

Hongjun didn't give everyone time to react and immediately began distributing the Hongmeng Purple Qi. He gave it to the Three Pure Ones first: "The Three Pure Ones have great merits and virtues and can become saints."

Sanqing calmly accepted the Hongmeng purple energy, stood up and thanked the teacher.

Hongjun nodded and looked at Nuwa again: "Nuwa has great luck and can become a saint."

Nuwa was surprised and delighted, and bowed quickly: "Thank you, Daozu."

Fuxi behind her was also surprised, and looked even happier than when he himself obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

The others have now come to their senses. Those who have obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi are the ones sitting on the cushions. They can't help but cast sympathetic glances at Kong Shuang and Hong Yun.

These two people once owned a futon, but they passed each other by.

Zhunti's face flushed with excitement, burning all the way to his head. Without waiting for Hongjun to speak, he said first, "Daozu, is it possible for my senior brother and I to become saints?"

He used his usual method of pretending to be pitiful. At this moment, tears welled up in his eyes and he looked at Hongjun pitifully.

Hongjun felt his eyes hurt. He was also a person who cared about appearances. If this kind of behavior was done by beautiful female or male cultivators like Kong Shuang and Tongtian, it would be understandable. But don’t you, Zhunti, know how old you are?

His old face is more wrinkled than orange peel, but he is still trying to be cute. Is he thinking it’s not eye-catching enough?

Tiandao is now one with Hongjun, and can sense a little of Hongjun's thoughts. While sympathizing with Hongjun, he can only comfort him: "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. You have to pay back what you owed to the West. Once you pay it back this time, you don't have to worry about it all the time."

Hongjun thought about it and it made sense. He nodded with difficulty and said, "Yes!"

Zhunti immediately smiled like a flower. Note that she really smiled like a flower!

Hongjun's eyes twitched, and he quickly closed them. He consoled himself for a long time before separating the last of the Hongmeng purple energy: "Kunpeng, this last Hongmeng purple energy is destined to be with you."

Kunpeng happily accepted it.

The moment he accepted it, Kong Shuang's face darkened. She felt that the cause and effect between her and Kunpeng had deepened.

After all, Hongjun only said that the last ray of Hongmeng purple energy was destined to be with him, but did not say that he could become a saint.

After distributing the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Hongjun wanted to accept the future saints as his disciples. Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly rang out from below: "Daozu, may I ask where the last Hongmeng Purple Qi is?"

Kong Shuang raised his hand and asked the teacher a question.

The people who were still disappointed suddenly realized, yes, although the Taoist did not give us the Hongmeng Purple Qi, there is still one last one. If you don’t give it to us, we can find it ourselves.

Hongjun shook his head slightly: "I don't know. There are fifty great ways, and forty-nine of them are derived from the heavens. If you escape one of them, you will have a ray of hope. This ray of hope is the last ray of primordial purple energy."

Kong Shuang frowned and thanked Hongjun.

At first glance, Hongjun's words sounded fine, but they revealed the difficulty of finding the last Hongmeng purple qi. How could the Hongmeng purple qi that could escape under the avenue be easily found?

Hongjun threw out another piece of news at this time: "I have six saints under my tutelage!"

The monks cast complicated glances at the seven people on the cushions, their minds in turmoil. Seven people had obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but Hongjun only accepted six people as disciples. Wasn't it obvious that someone was going to snatch the Hongmeng Purple Qi from that unlucky guy? It all depended on who that unlucky guy was.

Hongjun looked at the seven people and said, "The Three Pure Ones were originally my disciples."

Everyone nodded, there was nothing wrong with that.

Then, Hongjun smiled at Nuwa and said, "Nuwa can be your registered disciple."

Nuwa was overjoyed, feeling that she had encountered a series of good things today. She knelt down respectfully and said, "Greetings, Teacher."

Hongjun smiled and took out a pink hydrangea, which was about a foot square and decorated with rings and necklaces.

"This is the ultimate innate spiritual treasure, the Red Hydrangea Ball. Today, I, the Master, will give it to you."

Nuwa accepted it with great emotion and thanked the teacher again.

Then, Hongjun was extremely reluctant. He met the joyful eyes of Zhunti and Jieyin, and under the comfort of the Heavenly Dao, he said, "Zunti and Jieyin can also be registered disciples."

It's not that he is biased and doesn't like the two people from the West, it's just that Zhunti and Jie Yin are not likable. These two people are short-sighted, especially Zhunti.

When the Hongmeng Purple Qi was being divided earlier, everyone around them took one look and knew that the two of them would definitely get the Hongmeng Purple Qi. However, Zhunti was narrow-minded and was afraid that it would not be given to them, so he begged in a pitiful manner, not knowing that this was actually putting him at a disadvantage.

Even if they cannot be as graceful and elegant as the Three Pure Ones, they can learn to be calm and composed like Nuwa and Kunpeng. If they insist on being petty, there will be countless people laughing at them in secret.

Hongjun frowned. It was his fault for being ignorant when he was young and damaging the spiritual veins in the west. It was indeed a tit for tat.

As soon as Hongjun said this, the cultivators were in an uproar again, and their eyes all turned to the unlucky Kunpeng. Many people, such as Minghe who lived in the sea of ​​blood, had already secretly had ideas.

The Hongmeng purple energy in Kunpeng's hand can't stay in his hands for a few more days.

Kong Shuang and his two companions kicked away Hong Yun, who was not very smart. Zhen Yuanzi looked at Kong Shuang and asked: Do you want it?

Kong Shuang nodded at first, then shook her head in embarrassment. Although she owed Kunpeng karma, and now Kunpeng has become a hot commodity in the eyes of everyone, she only needs to kill Kunpeng, or do nothing and just wait for Kunpeng to die. As long as Kunpeng died, their karma would disappear.

But honestly speaking, if she really did that, what difference would it make from Zhunti's guidance? She couldn't do such a thing.

"I have no objection if you want the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but I can't snatch it away. Just consider it my bad luck!" She looked up and whispered to Zhen Yuanzi, and suddenly met the gaze of Tongtian who turned his head in front of her.

However, Tongtian's eyes were no longer relaxed and carefree as usual, but rather a little complicated. She didn't quite understand it and turned her head away.

On the other side, Zhunti Jieyin heard that Hongjun's last disciples were the two of them. He grinned with joy, glanced proudly at Kunpeng, who was pale and knew that he was the unlucky one, and then bent down and said respectfully: "Disciple greets the teacher."

Then they raised their heads and looked at Hongjun eagerly, waiting for him to give them a gift.

Although Hongjun disliked the two, he was still very generous. He transformed a golden lotus of merit and virtue, looked at Jieyin, and said, "Jieyin, this is the twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit and virtue, and it is also an innate treasure. You can take it."

Jie Yin was overjoyed and stretched out his hand.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the pile of monks below: "Wait a minute!"