Honghuang: Guanjiangkou storytelling, Chang'e tears

The vase is suspended in the air, and the broken pieces of the soul are slowly floating in the sky at an extremely slow speed, as if they are flying catkins.

When such a scene fell into their eyes, the great supernatural power users surrounding Zhen Yuanzi could not help but frown, and they once again wondered what happened that year to make this person become...

Such a look.

At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a thorn in my heart.

Just looking at the broken appearance of this soul fragment, without eighteen hundred years of hard work to protect and maintain it, I am afraid that it would not be able to restore even a trace of human appearance.

Not to mention, listening to Zhen Yuanzi's remarks, it seems that there are some huge hidden dangers in this remnant soul.

It's so big that even he, the ancestor of the Earthly Immortals and the great supernatural power user at the pinnacle of quasi-sage, can't eliminate it. It's so big that even if he takes the risk of angering the leader of Tongtian Cult, he has to come forward and ask to see what his old friend has.

There is no chance of Enron reappearing.

At this time, even the great supernatural power master with a hard heart was touched in his heart by the strong friendship between these two Taoist friends.

Looking at the fragment of the soul that looked like clouds on the horizon, there were blood-red and strange thread-like veins flashing through it from time to time, and they suddenly had some guesses in their minds.

He glanced at the Styx Ancestor over there calmly, knowing that the rumors back then were probably true.

Even though there are some discrepancies, Taoist Hongyun's body and soul are inseparable from the death of the Styx. Otherwise, how can we explain the filthy atmosphere of the sea of ​​blood that is obvious on the remaining soul at this moment?

That kind of appearance is obviously not something that can be acquired in one moment, but as countless time passes, the fragments of the soul are sinking in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and are soaked in it bit by bit.

It took several guilds of time to create a scene like this, where he was almost blending with the divine soul water.

When I think of the corrosion of the immortal body and the filth of the soul by the blood sea, these great supernatural power users who have already created the indestructible Dharma body can't help but shrink their pupils and secretly say something bad at this moment.

Being wrapped around this thing is as disgusting as it gets.

When they thought of how many Hui Yuan the remnant soul of Taoist Hongyun had soaked in the sea of ​​blood, everyone trembled in their hearts and cast pity on the remnant soul in the sky.

In such a long period of time, even the True Immortal Da Luo will be polluted by the sea of ​​blood and completely degraded.

How long can it last with a mere remnant soul?

They shook their heads slowly, and in their hearts they had already sentenced this fragment of soul to death.

In such a situation, let alone a saint, even if Dao Ancestor Hongjun comes, he may not be able to save his life. However, in their opinion, although the leader of the priesthood has achieved sacrifice through foreign methods, his strength is much stronger than that of a saint.

But in this matter of stripping away the pollution of the blood sea, the power of fighting and killing is useless!

If it was really useful, they wouldn't have watched the Ancestor of Styx wandering around in front of them for so many years like a mortal like a mosquito.

Why?

It's not because this old boy can be said to be the incarnation of the sea of ​​blood. As long as the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, he will not die at all. But now the situation facing the soul of Hongyun is extremely similar to it.

If you cannot extinguish the sea of ​​blood from the source, even if you remove the dirt from it, it will revive again within a short time.

It can't be eradicated, it can't be killed.

Therefore, it is difficult to revive Taoist Hongyun!

How could Zhen Yuanzi not know what these immortals and gods were thinking?

Having fought with the Ancestor of the Styx for countless years, he has already understood the filthy power of the blood sea to the extreme.

I originally wanted to use the spiritual roots obtained from the foreign land to slowly nourish the remnant soul, suppress it while letting the remnant soul grow stronger little by little, and finally turn around to clean up the blood sea air machine.

However, what he didn't expect was that the power of this sea of ​​blood was gradually growing as the remnant souls continued to revive.

When the moment of complete recovery comes, I am afraid that it will be the moment when Taoist Hongyun is truly destroyed in the prehistoric world. At that time, Taoist Xueyun may be the one who is revived!

This situation is something Zhen Yuanzi cannot accept under any circumstances.

Therefore, even at the risk of offending the leader of Tongtian Cult, he wanted to stop him today to clear up his doubts.

The divine light in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes was uncertain. He stared at the leader, waiting for the next judgment on Taoist Hongyun's life and death.

The remaining soul floated and fell into the palm of the leader.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look anymore.

A sword energy surged up in the palm of the leader's hand, spinning around the remnant soul, and with a sudden slash, it extinguished a strange bloody light.

"Huh."

The leader said softly, his expression changed, but he rarely became slightly interested.

But it was just a change of mind, and the decision was already made. With a slight shake of his hand, the sword energy crushed the wisp of strange blood into dust, and he said loudly:

"I don't know what you can do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Yuanzi opened his eyes and looked at the leader with bright eyes.

"But as far as I am concerned, it is not difficult to remove the filth in this life and soul, but..."

The leader paused for a moment and said slowly with a hint of pity:

"It's just that my way is not to control life and death, nor to let the grass and trees decline, but to kill with the sword. You must also know this."

The immortals nodded. The leader had neither the intention nor the ability to hide this point.

After all, when he first attained enlightenment, the terrifying and murderous intention that almost destroyed the heaven and earth and massacred everything flowed out of him, and he revealed everything to everyone without any concealment.

At this moment, it is reasonable and reasonable to say that he is not good at saving people, and it is not an excuse.

Hearing the words of the leader, their hearts moved. If they all said this, wouldn't it show everyone that he is powerless in this matter?

However, before they could make any more connections, they heard the leader say frankly:

"It is not difficult for me to cut off the filth in this remnant soul."

"However, I cannot guarantee how much of the soul consciousness inside can be retained after a sword strike. The most likely result is that only a little bit of the original aura remains."

"And in the future, what will be revived by this spiritual light will be red clouds, not red clouds anymore."

The leader said, slowly shaking his head:

"If you are willing, I can cut the sword for you. If you are not willing, then you can only wait for the next fellow Taoist who has enlightened you to show up and see if he can come up with other ideas."

"How you choose is all up to you, fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi."

Having said that, he summoned the treasure bottle hanging in the air, put the remaining soul into it, and handed it over to its original owner.

And he, after doing all this casually, turned around and walked away slowly.

As for how to choose Zhen Yuanzi?

When Master Tongtian gave the two answers, he already knew what Zhen Yuanzi's decision was.

Resurrecting Hongyun in the prehistoric world has almost become Zhen Yuanzi's obsession. If the person who returns is no longer him, then what is the meaning of all this?

So it is self-evident what his choice is.

The leader will not have any fluctuations because of his decision. To him, this is just a small interesting thing that can be slightly adjusted in his long life, not worth mentioning.

Moreover, for cultivators who are pursuing the path of sacrifice, it would be even more beneficial if their obsessions are not eliminated.

If you really have no desires, no pursuits, and no thoughts, then why should you practice Dharma or follow the path?

The leader, who originally only had some expectations for Styx, suddenly had a new thought in his mind. Maybe one day he could really see Zhen Yuanzi ascending the altar and reviving Hongyun with his own hands.

Come to think of it, that moment must have been wonderful.

...

As one storyteller comes to an end, another treacherous scene emerges.

The great supernatural power practitioners who each benefited from it walked out of the Star-Zhaing Tower in a dignified manner, and hurried back to the mountain. Although they had obtained the magic door that they had dreamed of for a long time, whether and how to practice it was still a question.

Questions to be discussed.

They don't have the face or the courage to go to the leader, or rather Li Tong, for more detailed training instructions. The only ones who can hold them are themselves.

Demon Ancestor is also very interested in this so-called method of enlightenment, but in the vast world at this time, there is no place for him.

Looking around, looking around at the scene inside and outside Chaoge City, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Taking in the memories in Shen Gongbao's mind, he walked slowly towards the inner city.

"Tsk, tsk, this guy is old-hearted, and he is looking for trouble right after he comes out!"

In the pavilion, Li Tong suddenly chuckled, saying this in his heart, then raised his head to look at the Emperor Wushi in front of him, and said slowly:

"Great Emperor, I may have to trouble you to go through this."

"oh?"

Wu Shi was sipping the enlightenment tea, feeling in his heart that the immortal energy is indeed a good nourishing thing. Didn't you see that the light enlightenment tea in the past has actually become more flavorful after coming to this world.

Leng Buding heard Li Tong's words and looked up in surprise.

After being here for a long time, this was the first time Li Tong said such words to him, but Wu Shi didn't have any intention of rejecting him.

I have already been grateful for his kindness, so doing some small things to repay him is the right thing to do.

Then he said:

"What's the matter? Sir, you might as well tell me directly. Wu Shi Ding will do it."

The master didn't have any objections. On the contrary, Heihuang, who had been lying next to him, suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Tong with a pair of dog-like eyes that looked at Li Tong with some scrutiny.

When Wu Shi first arrived, he didn't know how deep the water in this world was, but he knew it clearly!

The qi of those immortals and gods are extremely terrifying, and they are far beyond the existence that Wu Shi can deal with at this time. Mr. Li has evil intentions.

Thinking this, he looked at Li Tong with more and more vigilance.

Li Tong glanced at the Black Emperor and secretly said that this dog was an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, but he was too lazy to take care of him. He just said to the Emperor Wushi:

"There is a man in my building who disappeared without news. I thought he was buried in some dangerous place, but I didn't expect that he fell into the hands of evil people and was imprisoned."

"Today, the evil man came to my Star Picking Tower to listen to a book, and I discovered some clues. I was going to personally take him back, but I have something to discuss with the leader later."

"This time, I would like to ask the Emperor to go out on my behalf and bring this person back."

"As for where that person is at this time, the Emperor will just let the dog lead the way and go straight to Emperor Xin's palace."

He conveniently punched a mark into the Black Emperor's body, allowing him to act as a carrier pigeon and deliver some news to Di Xin.

"People from the Star Reaching Tower?"

The Black Emperor originally tried his best to refuse Wu Shi's consent to this matter, but suddenly he thought, who else could there be in the building who had no news, and it was none other than the unscrupulous Taoist priest.

"Excuse me! You unscrupulous Taoist priest, you unlucky guy..."

He cursed and stood up to follow the way. Emperor Wushi nodded to Li Tong and followed him away.

Although in the past, Duan De and Hei Huang seemed to be at odds with each other as soon as they met, the two of them really had the same aversion to each other. Hei Huang was not in a position to sit back and watch this unscrupulous Taoist priest die.

Of course, it would be uncertain if we knew that he would crawl out of the soil even after he died.

But now in Chaoge City, he has nothing to be afraid of. He can just charge with his great emperor, so that Wu Shi can see the strength of the immortals in this world.

As for being unable to defeat him? Just shake him off.

After hanging out together for so long, he still accumulated some connections.

For example, those who play with birds in the main hall of Chaoge City, and those who play with gourds in the Zhaixing Tower all day long, at most they can just carry a sedan chair to invite the empress out.

He still didn't believe that in Chaoge City, someone could make a big difference.

Not to mention that the arrogant Black Emperor went to look for bad luck from the Demon Ancestor. As Emperor Wu Shi was leaving, Li Tong saw two female fairies slowly coming from the fairy mist.

Retracting her eyes to look at Emperor Wushi, Empress Houtu had a strange look in her eyes. Unable to resist the curiosity in her heart, she asked:

"This person... I'm afraid he must be one of the immortals from ancient times!"

"My queen has good eyesight."

Li Tong responded lightly, stood up and greeted the two of them to sit down, without explaining anything more.

Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Empress Houtu did not pursue the question further, but there was still a lonely and strange color in her eyes, obviously she was still a little curious about Wu Shi's identity.

However, she is not the protagonist at this moment, so she will not discuss it inappropriately.

After sitting down, they saw Nuwa, who had a calm face from the beginning to this moment, and her whole body seemed to have a sense of enlightenment, and she said softly:

"Little friend Li, I have already decided. I will follow in the footsteps of Senior Brother Tongtian, cut off the saint's Dao Fruit, and sacrifice the Dao with all my strength!"

The voice is not loud and the words are soft.

But when it fell into Li Tong's ears, there was a feeling that sounded like a yellow bell. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Empress Nuwa in surprise. He didn't understand why she, who was still watching a few days ago, was so surprised today.

Just made up my mind.

What happened that he didn't know about?

However, it is still a good thing.

Before Li Tong could respond, he heard a sound like a sword being unsheathed:

"Okay, if you offer sacrifices to the Tao, I will protect the Tao on both sides!"