Honghuang: I am Hongyun, I like to be a good old man

Even if Honghuang is big enough and has sufficient resources, their conflicts are still irreconcilable, to the point of endless death.

"Miscellaneous bird, look at your subordinates, you actually plot against Fellow Daoist Hongyun. Others are afraid of your power and do not dare to speak out, but I, Gonggong, are not afraid."

Gong Gong with a loud voice, blushing, neck stuck, furious and swearing.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun and I have a fateful friendship. We have lived and died together. To plot against Fellow Daoist Hongyun is to plot against me. You and I are at odds."

Di Jun was stunned.

In name, he is indeed Kunpeng's boss.

But Kunpeng has the demon master's palace and Beiming, so he just listens to the tune and doesn't listen to the announcement, so he doesn't care.

In other words, there is no reason for Gonggong to reprimand him like this, it is purely making trouble out of nothing.

A majestic generation of demon emperors.

The prestige is illustrious, and the prestige is shocking.

How could he bear such humiliation? !

"Gong Gong, you are courting death."

"You and Hongyun have an irresistible relationship. Could it be that Hongyun and I are casual friends? Don't forget, my primordial purple energy was given by Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

"We are the ones who are really close. You are just a bunch of big bastards. What qualifications do you have to compare with me..."

Tai Yi's eyes lit up, and he quickly echoed, laughing and saying, "Brother is right in his words."

"Gonggong, if you really have a good relationship with Hongyun, is there any treasure given by Hongyun, the level of this treasure can catch up with Hongmeng Ziqi?!"

Gonggong's nose almost crooked.

Open your mouth to refute.

But he found that the treasure Hong Yun gave to the Wu Clan was really different, and it could compare with Hongmeng Ziqi.

Regardless of the Eight Treasures Merit Pond, the Breathing Soil Divine Soil, and Jumang Stick, although they are also good treasures, they are still one or two points worse than the Primordial Purple Qi.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Di Jiang took over the conversation and said with a sneer, "What's so good about the Primordial Purple Qi?"

"It can only make your emperor handsome, but the Eight Treasures Merit Pool can make everyone in my Wu Clan look like a dragon."

"Let's not talk about the sacred soil of the breath soil and the mans stick. Could it be that the two of you haven't tasted enough of it in the heavenly court last time?!"

The sacred soil of breath soil, under the sacrifice of the back soil, contains endless power of the soil, and its defense is unparalleled. Among the magic weapons, it is definitely the first without a turtle shell in the wild.

Although the defense of the Jumang stick is a bit weak, it is a treasure that integrates offense and defense, especially under the urging of Jumang, it is like the rebirth of the world tree, and its power is unparalleled.

Thinking of the losses they suffered in the past, Dijun and Taiyi's expressions suddenly became ugly, and they burst out with murderous aura.

Two phantoms of three-legged golden crows soared in the mid-air, and the endless sun's essence erupted amidst the cries, shaking the heavens and the earth, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Stop it all!"

At the very moment, a loud shout rang out.

It is Zhenyuanzi and Minghe.

They stopped again between the two clans of liches.

"Go to Chaos if you want to fight, this is Hongyun Dojo, don't you want to die?!"

As he spoke, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flickered, and his whole body shook violently.

Rumble!

The terrifying power surged out.

A manor full of Dao rhyme appeared behind him, and there was a towering tree in the manor, with dozens of fruits hanging on the tree, fluttering in the wind.

It looks vast and peaceful.

But it contains terrifying power.

Once it erupts, it will be like a raging wave in the sea, overwhelming the sky and destroying everything.

At the same time, Styx's figure was also shocked.

Infinite blood appeared behind him.

A miniature ghostly sea of ​​blood, appearing and disappearing from time to time, exuding endless evil spirit.

Surprise!

Regardless of Lao Tzu, Yuan Shi or Tong Tian, ​​they couldn't help shrinking the corners of their eyes, showing disbelief.

None of them thought that Zhen Yuanzi and Ming He had become so powerful, comparable to Di Jun and Tai Yi.

"Did Zhen Yuanzi imitate Hong Yun and refine Wuzhuang Temple into a magic weapon?!"

"Styx seems to be like this too. It's really a big deal, I'm not as good as it."

"We must also work hard. If we procrastinate any longer, I am afraid that we will be surpassed before we become holy..."

Looking at each other, they finally reached a consensus—to cultivate, to practice crazily, and they must keep their current advantage.

Tong Tian seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly said: "In the past few days, I have communicated with Fellow Daoist Hongyun, and he said a word, which is thought-provoking."

"Sanctification is not in retreat, and the opportunity is more to go to the world. Maybe we can't retreat to practice, but have to go to the prehistoric land for a while."

"I have decided that if I want to measure the prehistoric world with my feet, I will start from Blue Star. I heard that Blue Star has a prosperous human race, so I can go and have a look..."

Lao Tzu pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "What the third brother said is absolutely true."

"I've been waiting for a long time to retreat, but my cultivation is still stagnant. It seems that I will be caught up by other great powers."

"Since you're going to Blue Star, I'll go to Daiyu, where the human race seems to be very prosperous..."

Although Yuan Shi was a little puzzled, seeing that his elder brother and third younger brother had gone to the human race, he also realized that there must be benefits in it.

He hurriedly said: "I'm going to Yuanqiao, there are also many human races in Yuanqiao, and there is no smog like other places in the prehistoric region..."

The three looked at each other again, laughed loudly at the same time, and then turned into three streamers, rushing towards Lanxing, Daiyu, and Yuanqiao.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun Taiyi, who were like fighting cocks, were all in a daze, not knowing why Sanqing was going crazy.

Deliberately following the past for a look, but unable to save face, they could only snort coldly and return to their respective lairs.

Chapter 209 Red Cloud Peeps at Secrets, Five Saints Come Out in One Day

Fire Cloud Palace, the main hall!

Hong Yun sat cross-legged, with a bright belt of light in front of him, constantly spinning and dancing.

From time to time, mysterious runes floated out, and from time to time bursts of voices sounded.

There are both vicissitudes and simplicity of the past, and hope for the future.

This is the law of time!

The past can be seen through the ages, and the future can be seen in the future!

Even, if he has cultivated to the extreme, as long as he is willing, he can go upstream along the long river of time and change what happened aeon ago.

Of course, this change did not come without a cost.

Time is respected, space is king, fate is not out, cause and effect are called emperor.

In other words, through the law of time, he can change the past, but he will be entangled by fate and cause and effect.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings, it will bring about a devastating hurricane.

Changing a little thing in the past may bring him a fatal disaster.

"The past cannot be changed, but it is remarkable."

"The future is predictable, but invisible."

"The law of time, interesting."

With a smile on his lips, he opened his eyes.

Fingers lightly.

Numerous light spots gather and combine, and pictures continue to flash. There are ancestor dragons overturning the river and sea, Yuanfeng soaring in the sky, and Shi Qilin running across the prehistoric wilderness.

Soon, two familiar shadows appeared.

One is Daozu Hongjun.

The other is the Demon Ancestor Rahu.

Unexpectedly, they did not meet each other in battle. Instead, they were smiling and chatting happily.

Even in the end, the two clapped their palms together, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

Surprise!

Hong Yun could hardly believe her eyes.

What type of situation is this? !

Didn't it say that Zu Hongjun and Demon Ancestor Luohu are incompatible and irreconcilable? !

Why did the two still swear by high five, as if they were confidants? !

Anything abnormal is a demon!

The truth is probably even more incredible than imagined.

However, just when he wanted to continue watching, the picture suddenly became unstable, and then shattered into countless light spots with a crash.

Even if he tried his best to re-condense, he still couldn't reproduce it.

"It's not that the law of time is invalid, but that there is a certain power that prevents me from continuing to watch."

Knowing that, he shook his head helplessly.

You don't need to think about it, who is the power to stop him.

The three remnant souls of Demon Ancestor Luohu were all refined into the God-killing Spear by him. They had already lost their independent thinking and became the real weapon spirits of the God-killing Spear.

In other words, there is only one person who can stop him from watching, and that is Daozu Hongjun.

"This little old man has a lot of secrets. I don't know what dishonorable role he played in the dragon and phoenix calamity."

"Forget it, I'll let you keep it secret for a few days. Wait until my three corpses become one, become a real saint, and practice the laws of time and space to the extreme. Let's see how you stop me."

At the same time, in the Chaotic Zixiao Palace, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, showing an extremely angry look.

"Hong Yun, you are so courageous, you dare to spy on my past."

"So what about the son of Dao, what about the help of the dog star demon god, who dares to harm me, he must be punished."

Speaking of this, his gaze was like a torch, and he looked at Sanqing and Xixi Erdao through many spaces.

"Nu Wa became a saint alone, alone and alone. She is no match for Hongyun. It's time for the others to become saints as well."

"No matter how powerful Hong Yun is, I have the help of the six great saints. Unless he learns from Yang Mei and flees to the dark sea, if he wants to stay in the prehistoric world, he must keep his tail between his legs, otherwise, hum..."

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and a cold light burst out in his eyes.

Then with a slight tap of the finger, six red glows, like six arrows, went straight to the Primordial Continent.

In the prehistoric east, Daiyu Xiandao.

Lao Tzu is leaning on a crutch, walking slowly on the ground.

Seeing that he was old and frail, the big monsters rushed out one after another to eat him.

The Wu Clan looked at his thin body with disdain and pride on his face.

Only the human race was full of sympathy for him and gave him a helping hand from time to time. There was a half-grown man named Xuandu who even took the pains to carry him over several mountains.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

Looking at the foot of the mountain, the busy crowd.

Thinking about these days, a series of encounters.

Suddenly, he had a feeling!

The majestic purple energy in the body is like boiling water, constantly circling and trembling, emitting a bright light.

Almost at the same time, Yuanshi and Tongtian also encountered such a situation—they knew instantly that the opportunity for sanctification had arrived.