Primordial World Heavens, the holy power has not dissipated.
The glorious Daoist rhyme of Sanqing's establishment of religion, Nuwa Creates Humans, Western Lands's great aspirations is still clearing away the chaos, but like a billion-dollar holy mountain, it is pressing on the hearts of all Purple Sky Palace listeners.
Thirty-Three Heavens boundary, Lingxiao Palace zone.
Dijun clasped his five fingers into the white jade Imperial Throne, and the veins on his arms bulged under the golden imperial robe.
The stars outside the palace were swaying, as if they were wailing.
"All six saints came out, and they all relied on... Zi Qi... It seems that Primordial Violet Qi is really the only way to win Primordial Dao Fruit!" The voice echoed in the empty hall, and every word was tempered with the cold ice.
Chaos Bell lines flowed in the palm of Taiyi, cold to the bone. His eyes were as sharp as a golden crow's beak. "The road is clear, but Hong Yun A Glimmer of Hope!"
Netherworld Sea of Blood, Karmic Fire Red Lotus swallows the dim light.
Ancestor Minghe stared at the killing realm reflected in the blood waves, his eyes as sinister as the abyss. "Saint Position It's settled, I will be alone...Hong Yun, your Primordial Violet Qi will belong to my palm!"
The two swords Yuantu and Abi buzzed in their sheaths, and 480 million Blood God Son quietly seeped into the earth.
"Red--Yun--!!"
Northern Sea The roar of the abyss shattered Ten Thousand Year Black Ice. Kunpeng's true body manifested itself in the clouds hanging from the sky, its wings spread out to cover the stars and the moon, and every time it flapped its wings, it stirred up the life-extinguishing icy wind.
Inside the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng sits on Mysterious Ice Throne, and the old scene of the Purple Sky Palace emerges with his fingertips across the void: Hong Yun's humble smile that seems to be compassionate, the ecstasy that flashes across Zhunti's face, the eternal humiliation when he falls from the futon on the avenue...
"Bad me Saint Position, I will never let go of this hatred Northern Sea!"
"If it weren't for your hypocrisy, I would have already received Dao Ancestor and personally taught Primordial Violet Qi!"
Demon Master Palace Daoist Kunpeng flashed a trace of malice in his eyes. He was one step away from Saint Position. It was not that he had never obtained it before, but he was robbed by force.
Among the chief culprits, Jieyin and Zhunti became saints. Naturally, Kunpeng did not dare to provoke them, so they transferred their resentment to Hong Yun.
The most important thing is that Hong Yun has a Primordial Violet Qi on his body, which is enough to make up for his losses!
Thinking of this, Kunpeng showed no concealment of murderous intent in his eyes, and left Demon Master Palace in a flash, quietly.
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, He Tu Luo Shu is suspended in the palm of Dijun, and on Vast Star Chart, a huge black meteor representing Northern Sea Demonic Qi is tearing apart the sky.
"Demon Master is moving!" Dijun's voice was cold and calm, as if he was stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Taiyi raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, caressed Chaos Bell with his fingers, and spread a circle of chaotic ripples that annihilated all things. "Very good! The sharp claws are exposed, waiting for them to tear the throat of the prey."
Dijun Hold the five fingers emptyly, and the star map instantly shrinks, turning into a pocket-size universe flowing in the palm of your hand.
"Great Formation of the Stars can be deployed at any time, block Heaven and Earth and prevent it from escaping!"
Let Kunpeng come forward, and when Hong Yun falls, that will be the day when we show our fangs.
If Hong Yun falls, we can not only capture Primordial Violet Qi, but also kill two birds with one stone and weaken the arrogance of this unruly Demon Master Kunpeng!"
Speaking of this, a glint flashed in Dijun's eyes.
The golden light in Taiyi's eyes shot out, then disappeared instantly, turning into a cold pool. "The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind, Demon Master is unruly, the purple aura is alluring, killing two birds with one stone!"
"Crotch!"
Chaos Bell made a low buzz, as if to kick off this cruel hunt.
"Below the saints are all ants, my brother should also fight hard!" Dijun spoke loudly, with the shadow of the golden crow looming behind him.
The two figures disappeared silently, turning into two invisible wisps of True Sun Fire, blending into the surging torrent of sun essence, and silently falling towards the Primordial World earth.
Netherworld Sea of Blood deep, Turbulent Waves.
Billions of blood-colored faces were floating and howling in the thick plasma. Ancestor Minghe sat cross-legged on top of Twelve-Petal Karma-Fire Red Lotus, and the scarlet robe made his face look even more sinister.
"Jie Jie..." A strange laugh echoed in the filthy abyss, "Kunpeng Zuofeng Dy, Di Jun and Tai Yi Bronet... It's lively! It's really lively!"
The two swords Yuantu and Abi in his hands trembled slightly, and the bloody sword energy split the space. The huge red lotus under his feet slowly rotated, and the lotus petals opened and closed with strong karma and murderous intent.
"How can such a feast be without me, ancestor?" Minghe's eyes flashed with blood, "You all fight with each other, and in the end...Primordial Violet Qi Angelica Blood Sea!"
What about Dijun and Taiyi? At the Blood Sea's home court, Minghe is invincible!
With a thought, the 480 million Blood God Son clones were peeled off from the main body silently, turning into billions of subtle and difficult-to-detect blood threads, seeping into the Primordial World earth like living creatures, spreading following the breath of prey.
One of the blood threads quietly wrapped around the roots of an ancient pine tree outside Wuzhuang Temple. A singing bird on the branch instantly melted its flesh and blood, turning into withered bones and falling.
The entire projection of the Blood Sea is slowly but firmly expanding upwards, like a huge, rotten shadow, silently shrouding half of the battlefield that will be stained red with blood. Minghe's mouth pulled out a cruel arc. "Fight to your heart's content... Ancestor, I will wait for the harvest."
Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple. Ginseng Fruit Tree The glow is flowing, but it cannot conceal a trace of heaviness.
"Bah!" Zhenyuanzi waved his sleeves a little irritably, and swept a cleanly chewed Ginseng Fruit core off the table.
Ginseng Fruit Tree, which covers the sky and sun in the courtyard, senses the owner's mood, and the branches and leaves rustle.
"Confused!" Zhenyuanzi looked at the old friend in red robe who wanted to harm another fruit, and his tone was rare and stern. "Leaving the mountain at this time is like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, seeking death!
Primordial Violet Qi is with you, and murderers are waiting around you! In the Palace is connected to the earth, and Earth Book protects you, so you can have A Glimmer of Hope!"
Zhenyuanzi's sleeves and robes moved slightly, and there was a faint khaki treasure light coming out. It was the Innate Spiritual Treasure Earth Book known as "Earth Membrane" that was sensing it.
Hong Yun carried the white jade wine bottle nonchalantly and leaned against the knotted roots of the ancient tree. His fiery red hair was casually scattered, with a few strands stained with grass clippings.
He raised his head and took a sip of Immortal Wine, Hong Yun smiled drunkenly, "Brother Zhenyuan, practice in seclusion, Quietly Chant the Yellow Court, how can you attain enlightenment?
Sanqing established a religion and became a saint, Nuwa Creates Humans became a saint, which one was achieved by Guan Dongfu and keeping the withered lantern?"
Zhenyuanzi was anxious in his heart, and took a step forward. "If that's the case, then stay! I will risk my life and waste my source, activate the earth vein formation, and activate Wuzhuang Temple thousands of miles of earth lungs Spirit Vein..."
"Then what?" Hong Yun stood up suddenly, his sleeves curled up in flowing clouds, "Waiting for Dijun to lead Demon God to attack the country? Waiting for the Blood Sea to flood your mountain gate?"
As he walked to Zhumen, he suddenly looked back, and the clouds faded into iron gray deep in his red eyes. "If I never come back... please go to Fire Cloud Cave for me and see how the newly planted Tongzhi plant is doing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Yun's figure turned into a rainbow and escaped from Wuzhuang Temple's wealthy family.
Zhenyuanzi stood frozen on the spot, watching the familiar red clouds disappear in an instant, and the heavy earthly aura could not smooth out the heavy wrinkles between his brows.
A long sigh that only he could hear spread from the bottom of his heart, "Hong Yun ah Hong Yun... Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti, are all Dao Ancestor's direct disciples, what do you rely on?
A purple energy that does not belong to the disciples of a saint is the source of disaster! Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, how come you... still don't realize it? How can they let you go?"
Wuzhuang Temple The vermilion door slowly closed behind you, cutting off the last trace of protection in the Xianjia Paradise.
Hong Yun stood outside the mountain gate, his body stagnant for a moment. Primordial Violet Qi in the soul was beating more and more violently, with an ominous omen.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the Western Lands sky that was burned red by the sunset. The red glow that should have been familiar fell into his eyes at this moment, but it was blurred by a complex background.
"Old friend, it's not because I don't know how to kill someone... but it's because I know too much that I can't stay!"