Chapter 143 Hongyun Escapes From the Calamity and Obtains Another Gourd

The center of the battlefield.

A red gourd, carrying a wisp of soul, fled frantically from the space hole.

Seeing that the Hongmeng Purple Qi was about to be obtained, how could Kunpeng and other powerful demons let Hongyun escape?

Now that the formation has been broken, this matter obviously cannot be concealed. If it is dragged on like this, I am afraid that new changes will occur.

Di Jun and others no longer watched it, and entered the battlefield one after another, desperately chasing after the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd.

Hongyun self-destructed too decisively, even Donghuang Taiyi was affected by the power of Hongyun's self-destruction.

The powerful demons were more or less injured.

Whether it was for the Hongmeng Purple Qi or for the face of the Heavenly Court, they would not let Hongyun go.

If Hongyun was allowed to escape in public, it would be a great shame and he would be laughed at by the Wu Clan for the rest of his life.

Under the pursuit of the powerful demons, Hong Yun's soul was blown up, and only a remnant soul wrapped in his true spirit remained.

If even this remnant soul was blown up, and his true spirit was suppressed by the Heavenly Court, then he would not even have the hope of rebirth.

At the critical moment of life and death, Hong Yun did not escape, and his face no longer had the look of a good man.

After his soul was blown up, the primordial purple air emerged and no longer merged with him.

He glanced at the endless sky, and then at the powerful demons who followed closely, with a sneer on his face.

"You think you can get this primordial purple air by seizing the opportunity, but it depends on... whether you agree or not..."

Hong Yun suddenly found that in the end, he couldn't even say what he wanted to say, and the sarcasm on his face became a little stronger.

It's even possible that the words he said could not be conveyed, and the powerful demons could only see his mouth moving, but couldn't hear any sound.

Afterwards, he said no more, and simply drew out the Hongmeng purple qi and sent it into a space crack, instantly disappearing from the eyes of the prehistoric creatures.

Such a scene moved all the great powers who were paying attention to this battle, and they all calculated with their fingers, but the heavenly secret was blocked and nothing was calculated.

However, they did not give up, but used the strongest flying magic to rush towards the space crack frantically.

Hongmeng purple qi has been confirmed to have the effect of proving the way to become a saint. Now that it has become an ownerless thing, they have the opportunity to fight for it. How can they let it go?

Kunpeng, Di Jun and other demon clan great powers all had extremely ugly expressions.

Unexpectedly, they seized the opportunity and found Hongyun first, but they worked hard but ended up with nothing.

Di Jun and others entered the space crack together, trying to find the Hongmeng purple qi.

Kunpeng stayed where he was, he was furious, and exuded a cold murderous intent.

Under the new hatred and old grudges, he directly waved his sleeves and used all his strength to hit Hongyun, as if the black sea water that could annihilate everything gushed out, and each drop of black water was enough to destroy a fairy mountain and blessed land.

These black sea waters turned into a giant hand and slapped Hongyun's residual soul.

This was his angry attack, and it was also a great magical power that contained the true meaning of the great way and vast magic power.

Even in the heyday of Hongyun, facing such a powerful attack, he dared not be careless at all, not to mention that Hongyun now only had a wisp of residual soul.

He wanted to completely kill Hongyun's residual soul, so that it would be completely destroyed, without a piece of flesh and blood, a piece of soul, or a wisp of soul.

He had to suppress his true spirit forever, so that he could relieve his hatred.

Who made this damn good man give up his seat in Zixiao Palace and let him miss a ray of Hongmeng purple air.

Otherwise, with his cultivation level not inferior to Jieyin and Zhunti, if he got a piece of Hongmeng purple air, he would not be able to become a saint.

Millions of miles away, Zhen Yuanzi, who was desperately rushing on the road, looked at this scene and his eyes were bloodshot.

"No!"

However, he was too far away and it was impossible for him to reach the battlefield before Kunpeng's magical power fell.

Even if he could reach the battlefield, what could he change?

Without the protection of Hongmeng Purple Qi, Hongyun, who was left with only a wisp of residual soul, was deadly even if it was just the aftermath of the fight between the quasi-saints.

Even if he blocked Kunpeng's move, once Di Jun and others attacked together, the outcome would not be changed.

At this critical moment, a sigh suddenly came, and a golden dragon claw popped out from the void, holding the residual soul of Hongyun in the palm of his hand.

Kunpeng's magical power, which seemed to have the power of annihilation, hit this dragon claw, not only could it not shake it, but was easily shattered by a recoil force.

"Huang Long?!!"

Whether it was Kunpeng, or other people like Di Jun who were rushing towards the space hole, or other powerful people who were rushing towards this side, all showed a look of astonishment.

They didn't expect that they would see the first Hunyuan Jinxian of this era take action at this critical moment.

But what they couldn't understand was that since Huang Long wanted to save Hong Yun, why didn't he take action at the beginning, but had to wait until Hong Yun gave up the Hongmeng Purple Qi before taking action.

Could it be that Huang Long didn't even look down on the Hongmeng Purple Qi that could become a Heavenly Dao Saint?

Before everyone thought about it, they saw a young Taoist wearing a yellow robe, with a pair of dragon horns on his head, handsome face, and no breath on his body, appeared beside Hong Yun.

"Now Hong Yun has lost all his Taoism, only a wisp of residual soul is left, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi is not on him. I hope you will give me a face and let me take Hong Yun's residual soul away."

Kunpeng's face turned very ugly. Things have come to this point. How could he be willing to give up like this?

But if he didn't give Huang Long this little face, then the result...

Kunpeng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Without saying a word, he turned around and flew towards the space crack.

You should know that when Huang Long was still a quasi-saint, he could fight one against two and completely defeated Jie Yin and Zhunti. Although Kunpeng thought he was extraordinary, he didn't dare to say that he had completely defeated Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Now Huang Long has achieved the Hunyuan fruit position. As long as Kunpeng has no problem with his brain, he will not give Huang Long this little face.

Besides, Hong Yun is like that, and it is impossible for him to threaten him in the future.

Although Kunpeng felt a little unhappy that he failed to suppress Hong Yun forever, it was better to be unhappy than to get himself involved.

The same is true for Di Jun and others. Unless they use the Zhoutian Star Array, they will never be Huang Long's opponent.

In addition, the Hongmeng Purple Qi was the focus of all the great powers in the prehistoric world. They were also afraid that someone would get there first, which would result in a complete failure.

They had a clear understanding of the priorities of the matter, and all continued to fly towards the space crack.

Only Donghuang Taiyi looked at Huang Long with a complicated expression, and then he was slightly stunned for some reason, but he did not say anything, and followed Di Jun and others into the space crack.

The great powers of the demon clan in the heavenly court did not dare to take Hong Yun's residual soul from Huang Long, and the great powers of the prehistoric world who came later did not dare to do so.

In the end, Huang Long rescued the ancestor Hong Yun without any setbacks, and waited for Zhen Yuanzi to arrive at the same place.

Looking at the weak soul light, Zhen Yuanzi burst into tears, both happy and angry.

Happy, because Hong Yun's life was saved, and he survived this disaster alive.

Angry, because Hong Yun now only had a wisp of residual soul, and hundreds of thousands of years of Taoism were wasted.

But it was a good result after all. If you lose your cultivation, you can still continue to practice, but if you lose your life, you will have nothing.

He knew that all this was due to Huang Long's efforts, otherwise Hong Yun would have been beaten to death by Kun Peng, and his true spirit would have been suppressed forever.

Zhen Yuanzi tidied his clothes and bowed respectfully to Huang Long.

"Thank you for your help, Taoist friend. From now on, the Book of Earth will be ours. If you need it, you can take it away at any time!"

"No need to do that. I have said that if you lend me the Book of Earth, I owe you a favor. Now it is considered to be a causal relationship."

Huang Long smiled and waved his hand. As long as Zhen Yuanzi stood on his side, the Book of Earth in his hands could play the greatest role.

Zhen Yuanzi's chance of becoming a Taoist was originally in the Dao of Earth, and Huang Long's action this time saved Hong Yun's soul.

As long as Hong Yun told Zhen Yuanzi about his experience and let Zhen Yuanzi see enough benefits, it would be impossible for him to join the camp of the Heavenly Dao.

In that case, why take Zhen Yuanzi's earth book and cause trouble for yourself?

Then, Huang Long opened the space door leading to Wanshou Mountain and said with a smile:

"However, I haven't finished comprehending your earth book yet, you have to borrow it for a while."

"Of course!"

Zhen Yuanzi nodded seriously, his heart full of gratitude, followed Huang Long and entered the space door.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi hurriedly picked a few ginseng fruits, and his magic power vibrated, turning into pure energy and pure vitality, and sent them into Hongyun's weak residual soul.

Unfortunately, although the ginseng fruit was extraordinary and made Hongyun's condition slightly better, it was not a fruit specifically for nourishing the soul. Hongyun's soul still looked like it could dissipate at any time, and there was no sign of waking up.

This made Zhen Yuanzi feel extremely anxious again, and he looked at Huang Long for help.

This person is the Golden Immortal of the Primordial Universe, and is also the most mysterious power in the prehistoric world. Perhaps he has the ability to heal the soul.

"Daoyou, can you help me? I will reward you handsomely later."

Huang Long readily agreed. He was still counting on this cause and effect to deepen his connection with Zhen Yuanzi. How could he watch Hong Yun's soul dissipate?

Although Hong Yun's situation is very bad now, it seems that this wisp of soul will disappear at any time.

But for Huang Long, it is not a big problem.

He has been preparing for the construction of the underworld for so many years, and has mastered 80% of the Avenue of Death. Even if he does not have a deep understanding of the Avenue of Souls for the time being.

But as long as he does not want to, Hong Yun's soul will not disperse in front of him.

Moreover, Huang Long is not helpless in treating Hong Yun's injuries. Coincidentally, he has a magical power to treat injuries, called the Immortal Qingmu Jue.

This is a magical power that he comprehended after refining the Qingmu Source Liquid.

In the past few years, Huang Long had already cultivated to the state of great perfection. It was not a problem for him to help others to be reborn by dripping blood. What was the problem in stabilizing Hong Yun's residual soul?

Huang Long waved his sleeves lightly, and a stream of pure vitality came out from his hand, wrapping Hong Yun's residual soul.

Then, Huang Long took out a jade bottle, which contained the source liquid that had the effect of replenishing the residual soul.

Accompanied by the clear source liquid flowing out of the bottle mouth and falling into the residual soul, and the operation of the Immortal Qingmu Jue.

Hong Yun's illusory soul gradually became solid.

Not long after, his eyelids moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around blankly.

"I'm not dead?"

Seeing this scene, Zhen Yuanzi was immediately overjoyed, and smiled and teased:

"Of course you are not dead, with the help of fellow Daoist Huang Long, there are not many people in the prehistoric world who can take your life!"

Hearing this, Hong Yun also understood why he was able to save his life in that situation. He bowed with both hands and thanked sincerely:

"Thank you for your help, I will remember this great favor and will never forget it. If you need anything, please ask!"

"Your Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd is useful to me. I wonder if you can trade it to me."

Huang Long did not intend to beat around the bush and directly stated his request.

The Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd is refined from the red gourd on the Xiantian Gourd Vine. Re-integrating it into the gourd vine can increase the origin and upper limit of the gourd vine.

If all seven gourds can be refined into the Xiantian Gourd Vine, there is a high probability that it will be transformed into an Xiantian treasure in the future. Even an Xiantian treasure is not its limit.

Now that he has a chance to get another gourd, Huang Long will definitely not let it go.

"It's just a thing outside of my body. If you want it, just take it."

Hong Yun did not hesitate at all and immediately cut off the connection with the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd.

"Don't worry, I won't take your things for nothing. I will definitely give you something corresponding to it in the future."

Huang Long smiled slightly and took the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd from Hong Yun. Then he said meaningfully:

"I think you also know where this disaster came from. If you have nothing to do in the future, stay in Wuzhuang Temple for the time being and don't go out. Don't rush to recover your cultivation or repair your injuries. Don't talk too much about what's going on here, understand?"

"Thank you for your reminder, I know what to do. The previous Hong Yun is dead and will not appear in the prehistoric world again. From now on, there will only be a remnant soul in Wuzhuang Temple!"

Hong Yun looked lonely. Whether it was Daozu or Tiandao, he couldn't fight against them.

He did not mean to blame Huang Long for taking action at the last moment. He understood that as long as the Hongmeng Purple Qi was on him, this disaster would not end.

Huang Long's action at the last moment was the best result and could truly end this disaster.

Since this matter was related to the Heavenly Dao and Daozu, naturally, no more words could be said, and it was not even suitable to appear in the eyes of the prehistoric creatures again.

This was Daozu, this was the Heavenly Dao. Even if they had calculated themselves, they had to give them enough face.

Zhen Yuanzi also had a complicated expression. After sighing helplessly, he patted Hongyun on the shoulder and comforted him:

"This is good, at least you can eat and drink here openly."

Seeing this, Huang Long picked up the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd and the Earth Book and returned to the room, leaving the space for Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.