v3 Chapter 1285: Sun Rongs Small Book (2/6) (2/2)

This transmission channel is a green channel exclusive to Heaven, leading to the Divine Realm.

When the passage is opened, it is not noticeable by non-designated personnel.

Before the official transmission.

Death Heaven glanced at Sun Rong in the Buddha's golden lotus.

obviously.

The girl had received his hint.

I opened the cloud disk notepad in my computer in advance to record the data manually.

This girl is pretty smart ...

Before the start of the teleportation, Death Tiandao smiled coldly.

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On the other side, in the hall of the Dao Xuan Hall of the Divine Realm.

The top ten families ranked in comprehensive combat power sent family representatives to discuss the issue of earth upgrade.

Dao Xuan Hall is an iconic building of the Divine Realm, similar to places like the National Assembly Hall.

At this moment in the Chamber, the elders of several major families gathered here.

Said to be deliberation, in fact this is a scolding battle.

”What? Upgrade the earth?”

”Disagree! Strongly disagree!”

”Daozu spread the culture of cultivation to the earth at that time, but it was for the continuation of civilization! The divine realm is the cultivation of true religion!”

At this time, an old man with a twisted beard shouted with excitement and yelled.

”Godland is the quiet place, the highest place, of the spiritual master! Never defile!”

This old man who looks very excited is ranked fourth in the Shenzhou family list, and Zhou Zhentian, the old family of the Zhou family.

Although monks had long expected this to happen.

However, he could not help sighing as he watched the drooling man in front of him.

Heartfelt emotions raise the issue of the quality of the spiritual masters.

After all, it touches on the issue of interest.

Excitement is understandable.

But where is the Divine Realm?

This is the birthplace of Xiuzhen founded by Wang Daozu that year.

In this birthplace, a clan who claims to be a powerful person is scolding loudly like a vixen scolding here.

In the monk's view, it is a degrading manner.

Such a demeanor is really less than one-tenth of a real person.

And obviously has deviated from the original intention of Wang Daozu that year.

Boat against the water, retreat if not advance.

From the monk's point of view, these eight words are very appropriate to describe the current situation of the Divine Realm.

”Now! Monk! You see, I said they wouldn't agree!” A Juan girl holding her head ~~ sitting next to the golden lamp, staring at the scolding in front of her.

The monk stirred the rosary in his hand, and his heart was calm.

Just wait for the old people of the gods to scold and express their opinions.

The monk just got up and gave a rite of worship to everyone: ”The poor monk feels that the donors have misunderstood. Although the earth has been upgraded, the earth cultivators will not actually have much transition to the divine realm.”

”According to the rules established by Wang Daozu at that time, only when he touched the realm of Xianzun, would he be eligible to come to the Divine Realm for further communication.”

”Even if the earth is upgraded, there are only a handful of people who can reach the level of Xianzun.”

However, the monk's words did not touch these ethnic groups.

”Even if that's the case! There are only a small number now, what should we do if there are more in the future?”

Zhou Zhentian, the old clan of the Zhou family, waved his sleeves and stared at the monk who squinted in front of him: ”There are monks! What great Buddha are you? Why do you represent the earth? If not in the face of the king of the realm Is there a place where you speak? ”

”Door, the poor monk thinks you still have some misunderstanding.”

The monk folded his hands and said sincerely: ”The poor monk is not talking or asking.”

Zhou Zhentian snorted: ”Not talking, what is it?”

”This is a requirement.”

The monk said firmly: ”If anyone refuses, the poor monk will have to do it.”

Zhou Zhentian laughed instantly: ”Why, you monk still want to kill?”

”Poor monks are monks and never kill.”

At this moment, the monk lifted his eyes and opened ”卍 字 卍”.

Looking at the old twisted beard tribe, smiling.

”This is called, Chaodu.”

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