What kind of honor, I don’t care!

In this life, Zhao Gongming will always be a great disciple of the outer sect of the Jie Sect!

As soon as Zhao Gongming said this, the venue immediately became quiet, especially Yuanshi Tianzun and Jie Yin Taoist, who looked at Zhao Gongming with astonishment.

No saint cares about his identity. Otherwise, Taoist Zhunti would not have been resentful because he was called a little saint by the sentient beings in the wilderness. He was so eager to get the spiritual treasure of the heaven to change the name of the world.

But this is such an exception.

Although he is already a saint, he doesn't care about the status and status of Lao Shizi, he only cares about the people he cares about.

As for the deputy leader of the Jie Sect and the senior disciples of the Jie Sect, compared to the master and the brothers and sisters, what is the only foreign name?!

"Old man Yuanshi, there is no need to sow discord. Fellow Taoist Gongming, it is not you and these old saints in the prehistoric world, but the new saints in the prehistoric world! The new saints in the prehistoric world only cultivate their original hearts, not external names! We don't care about the great disciples of the Jie Sect and the deputy leader of the Jie Sect!"

At this moment, Emperor Xin chuckled indifferently, looked at Yuanshi Tianzun mockingly, and said coldly.

As he said, Zhao Gongming was not an old saint in the prehistoric world, and his mood and thoughts were never bound by the so-called reputation.

What they care about is their true hearts and those people they care about. As for their reputation, no matter how high or strong they are, so what? For them, it is no different from a cloud!

Yuanshi Tianzun and Taoist Zhiyin wanted to use these things to deceive them, which was purely a delusion.

After a word fell, Yuanshi Tianzun and Jie Yin Daoist looked ugly.

As Emperor Xin said, the prehistoric era has changed now. Zhao Gongming is not an old saint like them, but a new saint. If they force their own things on Zhao Gongming, then the result waiting for them is destined to be like this at this moment.

"However, since you are here to sow discord, then I will sow discord too." Di Xin looked at the expressions of the two, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said lightly: "You use the throne to sow Brother Gongming and fellow Taoists of Jie Sect. Then I want to ask you two, if I have the opportunity to become a saint, then will you let your disciples join my disciples and use them for my own use, so that I can give them the opportunity to become a saint?"

"The Six Saints are a fixed number! In the prehistoric world, it is impossible for the seventh saint to appear again! Your method of sowing discord is really not very clever!"

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After Emperor Xin finished speaking, the Taoist Zhiting immediately scolded him coldly.

"Yes, in the prehistoric world, the Six Saints are in a pattern, and it is impossible for the seventh Saint to appear again. If you ask this, I want to ask you instead. Now Zhao Gongming has become a saint, but the others who depend on you have never become a saint now! Is it really appropriate to be so generous to one and the other?"

Yuanshi Tianzun also sneered repeatedly, looked at Di Xin mockingly, and said lightly.

"Is it really impossible for the seventh saint to appear in the prehistoric world? Are you sure? In the past, in the prehistoric world, he always believed that a saint should not die! But now, the saint has died! The saint's pattern has changed again, and Brother Gongming has become a saint. Are you sure that no one can become a saint?"

Emperor Xin chuckled repeatedly, looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and Jie Yin Taoist indifferently, and continued to Taoism.

After a word fell, the faces of Yuanshi Tianzun and Jie Yin Taoist immediately became increasingly ugly.

What Emperor Xin said is right. In the prehistoric world, there was a rule that saints should not die!

But now, the saint, Taoist Zhunti, has turned into ashes and his corpse has remained.

Under such circumstances, who dares to be sure that the seventh saint or even the eighth saint will not appear in the future prehistoric world?

And then, how should the disciples of the Analects and Western sects make a decision? How to do it?

The disciples of the Jie Sect who they despised in the past, betrayed the people of the Anarchy, and all became saints, but they were still quasi-saints and still Daluo Golden Immortals. By then, can those people really continue to obey their arrangements?

And how should the two of them do it? What can they do?

A saint is the realm that all cultivators in the prehistoric world dream of becoming, preventing others from becoming stronger, such as killing their parents.

Can their disciples really be loyal enough to give up this opportunity to think about day and night?

"Di Xin, damn it!"

In an instant, Yuanshi Tianzun and Jie Yin Taoist immediately cursed in the hearts of each other.

Emperor Xin was indeed provoking discord, and his methods were even more skillful than them. He did not use any tricks in a roundabout way, but directly used open conspiracy to deal with them. However, the open conspiracy given by Emperor Xin was so open that it was impeccable and captured the greatest covetousness in people's hearts.

Once the seventh saint really appears in the prehistoric world and appears on the side of Emperor Xin, then a large number of disciples will be betrayed by the Apocalypse and the Western sects, and they will be at the end of Emperor Xin, and there is no way to stop them.

If it is forcibly blocked, then the one who is waiting for them will be the disciples who will turn against them and become enemies of them and will never stop until death.

[Negative emotional value from Yuanshi Tianzun, +9999...+9999...+9999...]

[Negative emotions value from the Taoist in the Insight, +9999...+9999...+9999...]

[Great His Heart-Encouraging Technique - Yuanshi Tianzun: Di Xin, damn, this guy doesn't really master the way to create the seventh saint of the prehistoric world, right? What exactly did Hongjun Daozu do? Why did he keep this guy alive? What secrets did he make Daozu tempted?]

[Great His Heart-Tuning Art - Taoist: Damn Di Xin, I killed Zhunti, and now I have begun to sow discord between my Western Sect! If he can really create the seventh saint of the prehistoric world, then everything will be in trouble. At that time, the disciples of my Western Sect will probably have to turn to his disciples! Saints, those guys have been eager for many years and have been waiting for such an opportunity. If they can get it, how could they be willing to miss it?]

For a moment, negative emotions came like a tide in the backstage of Di Xin's system, and the voices of Yuanshi Tianzun and Jie Yin Taoist were all captured and grasped by him. He understood what these two people were thinking at this moment!

"In the prehistoric world, there is no possibility of the seventh saint appearing!"

After a long time, the Taoist Master of Guiying and Yuanshi Tianzun said coldly.

"Then, you are looking forward to it and praying, hoping that everything will be as you wish."
Chapter completed!