Chapter 25 Hongjun is furious and looking for the mysterious person
Penglai Island is located in the center of the endless, sparkling sea above the East China Sea.
Yao looked away, seeing the fairy mist filling the air and the spiritual rain pouring down, like a touching landscape painting.
Inside, there are thousands of celestial trees, thousands of bamboos, dotted with layers of deep pavilions and towers. Once you enter the Pearl Palace Beique.
Black apes and white deer can be seen everywhere, and golden lions and jade elephants roam among them.
Looking at this paradise, it is truly a rare wonderland in the world.
Today, the wind is sunny and the breeze is gentle.
Outside the main palace of Immortal Island, three people were sitting on the purple-gold stairs, chatting and laughing.
The one sitting in the middle is wearing a black robe. He has long black waterfall-like hair, sharp outlines, and a slender body, but not rough.
What is particularly shocking is that the noble temperament of that school of immortals is like the Kunpeng and the real dragon that dominate the world. They are contradictory but coexisting, cold, arrogant and lonely.
The other two Taoists, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, looked sometimes worshipful and sometimes ecstatic, as if they were listening to heavenly scriptures.
The atmosphere here seems very cheerful. Even the cranes in the distance are not afraid of people. They come in groups not far away, fluttering their wings and occasionally emitting loud and long chirps.
"Brother, I didn't expect that you only went out once and gained so much."
There was a look of surprise on Taoist Jie Yin's skinny cheeks.
After he finished speaking, he looked at the many artifacts shrouded in precious light in the void.
Although they have different forms, they are all innate spiritual treasures.
In addition to all kinds of spiritual treasures, there are also countless materials for refining weapons, herbs and fairy flowers for making elixirs.
On the side, Zhunti, who looked tall and burly, also looked at Ling Xiao with emotion in his eyes.
"Brother! Next time you go out to rob a house, you must bring our brothers with you."
"The treasure is not important, I just want to help you carry the sack..."
"When you talk about robbing homes and homes, we are asking for alms, and we are going out to find the right person."
After the introduction, Zhunti scratched his head, looking like he didn't take it seriously.
Ling Xiao glanced at Jie Yin's compassionate face and secretly gave him a like.
"Okay, I'll bring your brothers with me next time for alms."
"Tizi, learn from your second brother, don't open your mouth, like that hero who swims in Liangshan."
"Brother, who is Tizi? Ah, you called me. Is the second brother called Yinzi?"
"..."
Ling Xiao chatted with the two brothers for a while and told them to break through the realm as soon as possible.
Because three thousand years later, Zixiao Palace Taozu’s small class is about to start!
Fortunately, they are only one chance away from Daluo Jinxian.
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 messed around, they still knew how to work hard. When they left, they patted their chests and promised that they would practice hard.
"I'm not bad either. I can become the Hunyuan Golden Immortal, and I can be where I am today, all thanks to my own efforts."
Ling Xiao, who was sitting alone on the Zijin stairs, couldn't help but sigh, but his tone was full of perseverance and his face was inspiring.
He was thinking about what to do next.
First of all, twelve drops of the ancestral witch’s blood need to be refined.
Secondly, there are so many magic weapons that I can’t use up. I need to find high-quality ones and refine some.
The rest will be left for the future to open a mountain to recruit disciples, recruit Western disciples, and give them to their descendants.
As for the materials for alchemy and weapon refining, they had to be temporarily placed in the sea of consciousness, waiting to be used later.
Then, Ling Xiao spent a year planting two innate spiritual roots in front of Xumi Palace.
Star tree, five-needle pine.
This Sumeru Mountain is covered by the great formation of the innate treasure Hidden Earth Cauldron. It is difficult for anyone to set foot on this mountain without his permission.
"After twelve drops of my heart's blood are refined, I can't imagine how terrifying my physical body will be."
Ling Xiao flew into the palace with an expectant look on his face, entered the retreat room, and crossed his legs to refine the blood of the ancestral witch. The current prehistoric timeline is the world of myths, where innate gods emerge one after another.
Those well-known figures are all born with talent and strength.
Ling Xiao will not underestimate these people.
He must have enough capital to survive in the wilderness with a crushing attitude.
Let’s not talk about the distance, let’s just say that three thousand years later, when many powerful people met in the Zixiao Palace, conflicts were inevitable.
Because wherever the people are, there are the flashes of swords and shadows.
Therefore, it is urgent to enhance one's own strength at any time.
As Ling Xiao retreated, time also passed quickly.
One hundred years passed like water.
During this period.
All sentient beings in the ancient world learned one thing, that is, someone dared to pretend to be Saint Hongjun.
There is a mysterious man who pretends to be Hongjun and defrauds a group of well-known powerful people from most of the treasures. Now he is at large.
This matter is earth-shattering!
The shock between the words of countless creatures was like a huge wave sweeping through every corner of the wilderness.
"How... is this possible? How courageous does he have!"
"Who is that mysterious man?"
"How dare this person have such courage? 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 mysterious man in Zixiao Palace, but in the end the deduction was fruitless.
When the saint was angry, he laid down hundreds of millions of corpses!
With Zixiao Palace as the center, within a radius of hundreds of billions of kilometers, the endless terrifying creatures in the chaos, including those in the quasi-holy realm, were all crushed into powder by this murderous aura!
The blood of endless creatures gathered into huge turbid waves. The blood waves thundered and rumbled and flowed into the wild sky in an instant.
Seeing this scene, the creatures of all races began to tremble when they smelled the tragic and bloody smell.
The Holy Power is like a prison and cannot be guessed!
Uh-huh!
Hongjun appeared in the wilderness, and the aura of a saint instantly enveloped the entire world.
He had to find that person and crush him to ashes with his own hands in order to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
Hongjun then began to search.
He started from the North Sea, during which he traveled to the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Wuzhuang Temple, Sun Star, Lunar Star...
Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun Mountain.
Many years later, he personally went to search for all the famous places.
As a result, the mysterious man seemed to have disappeared.
Finally, Hongjun came to the East China Sea.
On the blue sea, he saw a fairy island shimmering in hazy fairy light.
It's a pity that this fairy island seems to have an owner, and an innate divine array has been deployed.
On the surface, this fairy island was right in front of him, but when he wanted to step into it, the fairy island went somewhere else.
After several times.
Hongjun could not do anything about this formation, and became even more angry and resentful, so he had to return to Zixiao Palace.
As the saying goes, take a step back and the sky will be brighter, don't bear to think about it for a while and get more and more angry!
He closed his eyes and considered carefully.
Although he considers himself to be the most intelligent, how can he fail to uncover the evildoers 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 streams of brilliant light shone.
His expression was as gloomy as rain, but he was sitting in a bright place.
"Luo Hu is the reincarnation of the Demon God of Destruction. Besides, this guy is a cunning rabbit in three caves. I'm afraid the annihilation of the true spirit back then was just an illusion."
"I should have thought of this a long time ago, because he is the only one who dares to play with me like this."
(End of chapter)