met free Chapter 394
Chapter 394
【Ding Dong! 】
Hong Yun's spiritual mirror suddenly made a reminder sound.
He clicked it casually, and it turned out to be an invitation letter for the award ceremony.
【Congratulations to Hong Yun for winning the Sainthood Battle. Please go to Kunlun Mountain Bajing Palace to receive the Sainthood within three days. No one will be accepted after the deadline. Thank you! 】
Hong Yun looked at this official notice.
His face was still dull and he had a silly smile.
He laughed out loud from time to time.
"Hehe, I won, hehe, I won."
Zhen Yuanzi looked at his best friend's crazy look.
He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
Hong Yun had suffered grievances and hardships over the years.
He saw them all.
He received the Hongmeng purple qi from the Hongjun ancestor in the Zixiao Palace.
He returned to Wuzhuang Temple and practiced for many years but still didn't understand its meaning.
He was even feared by the demon court, who tried to deprive him of the Hongmeng purple qi.
If the disciples of the three religions had not been present at the time.
They would have been in trouble.
After eating the elixir made by Xuan Dan on Kunlun Mountain.
When they went down the mountain, conflicts also broke out.
The Hongmeng Purple Qi fell into Hongyun's hands and became a hot potato.
Now, after years of wasting time, it can be said that Fan Jin has passed the imperial examination.
Zhen Yuanzi came back to his senses and was suddenly startled by Hongyun's unusual excitement.
Hongyun's eyes were burning.
He looked up at the boundless sky, grasped the void, and said loudly.
"I will eventually get back everything I lost!"
Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly, puzzled.
"What are you going to take? Hurry up and go to Kunlun Mountain to receive the award."
"Otherwise it will be invalid and the award will be extended to the second place."
Hongyun's eyes were wide open.
"No, absolutely not, let's go now."
"Holy throne, hehe, holy throne, hahaha!"
Hongyun's excited laughter echoed between heaven and earth.
Qingfeng and Mingyue in Wuzhuang Temple looked at their backs solemnly.
"Alas, I have long felt that Master Hongyun has some mental problems."
"Now it seems that the feeling is indeed correct."
Mingyue looked at Qingfeng slyly and whispered.
"The masters are gone, Wuzhuang Temple is our world, hahaha."
"Let's go, let's go eat some ginseng fruits."
"The master is busy with government affairs in the underworld and will not be back for a while. Don't find out."
Zhen Yuanzi would never think of it.
It is difficult to prevent thieves at home even if you guard against them day and night.
At the same time, all the quasi-saints who participated in the competition for the holy throne received official invitations.
Go to the award ceremony.
Minghe stayed in the Netherworld Blood Sea, beating his chest and crying.
"How could I lose to him, the Lord of Shura Palace?"
"I should have let Xuandan play the role of Dragon King."
"I missed the chance to be a Saint."
"I still have to watch him present the award and see him prove his truth, I'm so proud!!!"
After thinking it over, Minghe decided to go.
Not going would seem too petty.
In the Demon Court, Kunpeng was also frowning.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, the Saint."
"No, no, all gone!"
Di Jun looked at Kunpeng with a tangled expression.
He was really annoyed by the noise.
Pointing at Bai Ze beside him, he ordered.
"Go and cover his mouth, why are you shouting?"
"A real man should stand tall and proud."
"Don't shout, don't shout, keep your voice down, people who don't know will think that the demon court is abusing its meritorious officials."
Bai Ze went up and covered Kunpeng's mouth.
"Don't go crazy here!"
Di Jun sighed.
I am lucky if I get it, and I am doomed if I lose it.
Otherwise, it was said that Hongmeng Ziqi chose Hongyun back then.
He has a saintly position in his destiny, and his cultivation is smooth and smooth.
He was unable to prove his way to sainthood before, but it was just because of his limitations.
"Summon all the demon saints and Kunpeng to follow me to Kunlun Mountain to watch the ceremony."
"Don't forget to bring the gifts you should bring."
"We must show the pattern of our heaven."
Kunpeng was still squatting on the ground wiping his tears.
In the Prince's Mansion of the Underworld, Dijiang and several ancestor witches looked at the ranking list.
Zhu Jiuyin shook his head in disappointment and sighed.
"Still failed to obtain the Sainthood."
"But our votes are exactly the same as the demon race."
"The demon race didn't obtain the Sainthood either."
Emperor Jun clapped his hands and laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, screw the Sainthood or not."
"As long as the demon race is not having a good time, I'm happy."
"Let's go, let's go to the award ceremony, we have to have a good drink."
The ancestor witch and his party set off for Kunlun Mountain in a mighty manner.
When they were seen by other cultivators on the way, they were also very surprised.
They were so happy even without obtaining the Sainthood.
Or else the witch race is said to be generous.
Western religion, Mount Xumi.
Randeng squatted on the ground and drew circles, his expression gloomy.
He kept sayingFrom beginning to end, he kept muttering one sentence.
"I lost my face and my position as a saint."
"I gave up my face to win the position of saint, but I didn't get it."
"My face is lost in vain."
Jie Yin and Zhunti are thick-skinned.
They have done many more embarrassing things than this.
They have long been accustomed to the feeling of being stripped naked.
Zhunti stepped forward and patted Randeng's shoulder and comforted him.
"Alas, the deputy leader still needs to practice."
"You can't achieve anything big with such a thin skin."
They comforted Randeng for a long time.
Finally, he agreed to go to the award ceremony together.
Soon, the award ceremony staff arrived and were fully prepared.
All the saints also came, with Yuanshi and Tongtian as hosts.
They greeted all the saints and quasi-saints with smiles.
Nuwa trotted to Xuandan and gave him a thumbs up.
"Great, this Sainthood Contest you organized."
"But I... no, I've had enough fun watching it."
Xuan Dan responded with a smile.
"Your Majesty, you're too kind. As long as you're happy."
Nu Wa nodded with a smile.
Okay, okay, I like Xuan Dan's cleverness and ability to speak.
Everyone took their seats, and Xuan Dan went on stage to give a speech as the organizer.
"Today, we have the opportunity to gather here. We have to thank Master, Second Uncle Yuanshi, and Third Uncle Tongtian for their support."
"And the saints Di Jun, Di Jiang, Fu Xi, Nu Wa, Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, and Hou Tu for coming."
"Let's extend a warm welcome to the saints!"
"Let's extend our warm congratulations to Hong Yun for winning the Sainthood!"
"..."
The endless speech lasted for a long time.
Finally, it was Hong Yun's turn to go on stage to receive the award and give a speech.
Hong Yun wiped away tears excitedly, with a smile on his face.
Zhu Jiuyin, Minghe, Randeng, Kunpeng, and Queen Mother of the West all wanted to cry but had no tears.
They wanted to close their eyes and didn't want to see this sad scene.
"First of all, I would like to thank Taoist Zhenyuanzi for his companionship over the years and Taoist Xuandan for his strong support."
"Of course, I can't get the sainthood without my years of hard work."
"..."
Quack, quack, quack!
Several quasi-saints gave reluctant applause and congratulations.
Xuandan said with a smile.
"Next, please let Hongyun prove the truth on the stage, and everyone can also gain something from watching the ceremony!"
Minghe covered his chest and muttered sadly.
"That's right, winning the sainthood will gain more, woo woo woo..."
Hongyun's face became serious and he stood in the middle of the stage!