Chapter 25 Hongjun is furious and looks for a mysterious person
Chapter 25 Hongjun is furious and looks for a mysterious person
Penglai Fairy Island is located on the East China Sea, in the center of the boundless and sparkling sea.
Yao looked away and saw fairy mist and divine rain, which was like a breathtaking landscape painting.
There, there are thousands of fairy cypresses and tens of thousands of bamboos, dotted with layers of deep pavilions and jade towers, like pearl palaces.
Black monkeys and white deer can be seen everywhere, and golden lions and jade elephants roam among them.
Looking at this blessed land, it is truly a rare fairyland in the world.
Today, the weather is sunny and there is a gentle breeze.
Outside the main palace of the fairy island, on the purple gold stairs, three people were sitting, chatting and laughing.
The one sitting in the middle was wearing a black robe. He had long black hair like a waterfall, angular features, and a slender body, but not rough.
What is particularly shocking is that the temperament of that group of immortal masters is like the Kunpeng and the real dragon that roam the world, contradictory yet coexisting, cold, arrogant and lonely.
The other two Taoists, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, sometimes had expressions of worship and sometimes of ecstasy, as if they were listening to a heavenly book.
The atmosphere here seemed very cheerful. Even the cranes in the distance were not afraid of people. They gathered in groups not far away, flapping their wings and occasionally making loud and long calls.
"Brother, I didn't expect you to gain so much from just one trip."
A look of surprise appeared on the skinny face of the Taoist Jie Yin.
After he finished speaking, he looked at the many objects in the void that were shrouded in precious light.
Although they have different shapes, they are all innate spiritual treasures.
In addition to various spiritual treasures, there are also countless materials for refining instruments and medicinal herbs and flowers for making elixirs.
At the side, Zhunti, who looked tall and sturdy, was looking at Ling Xiao with emotion.
"Brother! Next time you go out to rob, be sure to bring us brothers with you."
"The treasure is not important. I just want to help you carry the sack..."
"What do you mean by robbing? We are just begging for alms. We are going out to find the right person."
After Jie Yin finished speaking, Zhunti scratched his head, looking as if he didn't take it seriously.
Ling Xiao glanced at Jie Yin's compassionate face and secretly gave him a thumbs up.
"Okay, bring your two brothers with you next time you beg for alms."
"Tizi, learn from your second brother and stop talking like the hero of Liangshan Marsh."
"Brother, who is Tizi? Oh, you are calling me, then is the second brother called Yinzi?"
"..."
Ling Xiao chatted with the two brothers for a while and told them to break through as soon as possible.
Because three thousand years later, the Taoist classroom of Zixiao Palace will begin!
Fortunately, they are only one opportunity away from becoming a Golden Immortal.
It should be enough to break through the realm before Hongjun preaches.
Afterwards, Ling Xiao threw some precious resources to them and asked them to practice in seclusion.
Although these two brothers sometimes acted foolishly, they still knew how to work hard. When they left, they patted their chests and promised that they would practice diligently.
"I'm not bad either. I was able to become a Hunyuan Golden Immortal and get to where I am today, all thanks to my own efforts."
Ling Xiao, who was sitting alone on the purple-gold stairs, couldn't help but sigh, but his tone was full of determination and his face was full of inspiration.
He was thinking about what to do next.
First, twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch’s heart blood need to be refined.
Secondly, there are so many magic weapons that I cannot use them all, so I have to look for high-quality ones and refine some.
The rest will be left for the future to open up a school and recruit disciples, recruit Western disciples, and grant them disciples.
As for the materials for alchemy and refining, they had to be temporarily placed in the sea of consciousness and wait for future use.
Then, Ling Xiao spent a year planting two innate spiritual roots in front of the Xumi Palace.
Star tree, Pinus sylvestris.
This Mount Xumi is covered by the innate treasure, the Earth-hiding Cauldron. No one can set foot on this mountain without his permission.
“After the twelve drops of my heart blood are refined, I cannot imagine how horrible my physical body will be.”
Ling Xiao flew into the palace with an expectant look on his face, entered the retreat room, and sat cross-legged to refine the heart blood of the ancestor witch. The current prehistoric timeline is the mythical era, and a group of innate gods emerge in an endless stream.
Those famous figures are all born with both talent and strength.
Ling Xiao will not underestimate these people.
He must have enough capital to be able to survive in the wilderness with a crushing attitude and without restraint.
Not to mention the distant past, let’s just say that three thousand years later, when many powerful people met in Zixiao Palace, conflicts were inevitable.
Because, wherever there are people, there are swords and sabers.
Therefore, strengthening one's own strength is an urgent matter at all times.
As Ling Xiao retreated, time passed quickly.
A hundred years passed like flowing water.
During this period.
All the creatures in the ancient world learned one thing: someone actually dared to impersonate the Saint Hongjun.
There is a mysterious man who pretended to be Hongjun and swindled most of the treasures from a number of well-known powerful people. Now he is at large.
This is earth-shattering!
The shock between the words of countless living beings swept across every corner of the world like a huge wave.
"This... How is this possible? How brave is he?"
"Who is that mysterious man?"
"How could this person be so courageous? It's so terrifying!"
"We regard Patriarch Hongjun as a saint, but he regards the saint as a monkey..."
Immediately afterwards, Daozu Hongjun repeatedly deduced the identity of the mysterious man in Zixiao Palace, but in the end he failed to find any result.
When the saint was angry, he laid down hundreds of millions of corpses!
With Zixiao Palace as the center, within a radius of 100 billion kilometers, the endless terrifying creatures in the chaos, including some quasi-saint beings, were all crushed into dust by this murderous aura!
The blood of countless creatures gathered into huge turbid waves, which made thundering and rumbling sounds, and flowed into the prehistoric sky in an instant.
When all living creatures saw this scene and smelled the tragic and bloody breath, they all began to tremble in fear.
The Holy Power is like a prison, unfathomable!
Swish!
Hongjun appeared in the ancient times, and the aura of a saint instantly enveloped the entire world.
He must find that person and grind him to ashes with his own hands to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Hongjun then began to search.
He started from the North Sea, and traveled to the Netherworld Blood Sea, Wuzhuang Temple, the Sun Star, the Moon Star...
Mount Buzhou and Mount Kunlun.
Many years later, he personally went to search for all the famous places in the prehistoric times.
As a result, the mysterious man seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
Finally, Hongjun came to the East China Sea.
On the clear blue sea, he saw a fairy island shrouded in hazy fairy light.
It’s a pity that this fairy island seems to have an owner and a congenital divine formation has been set up.
On the surface, the fairy island was right in front of him, but when he wanted to step in, the fairy island had moved to another place.
After several times.
Hongjun was unable to do anything about this formation, and became even more angry and resentful, so he had no choice but to return to Zixiao Palace.
As the saying goes, if you take a step back, the sky will be wider; if you endure for a while, the more you think about it, the angrier you will get!
He closed his eyes and thought carefully.
If you think you are the smartest person, how can you not find out the person who does evil behind the scenes?
"Rahu is not dead."
After a long time, Hongjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the Taoist platform, suddenly opened his eyes, and bright rays of light flashed.
His expression was as gloomy as rain, but he sat upright in the bright light.
"Luo Hou is the reincarnation of the Destroyer Demon God. Besides, this guy has three burrows. I'm afraid the annihilation of his true spirit back then was just a false appearance."
"I should have thought of this earlier, because only he would dare to play tricks on me like this."
(End of this chapter)