Chapter 201 Ancestor Hongyun, Jiujiu Gourd.

who?

Immortal-killing flying knife?

Yin Ze was stunned for a moment, and when he was done, he wanted to find a hut where he could throw the Immortal Killing Flying Knife in and wash it thoroughly.

Kill the Saint?

Did you raise your pillow when you slept last night? It was very difficult for you to slaughter a physically powerful quasi-sage.

but……

The immortal-killing flying knife can actually talk?

This thing is actually alive.

Yin Ze, who had achieved the achievement of a saint weeping blood and had died without any regrets, suddenly had an unusually weird brain circuit.

"Boy, do you want to kill the saint? If so, sacrifice me as soon as possible!"

At this time, Yin Ze's immortal-killing flying knife, which he had not replied for a long time, urged him in his ears.

'Uh...' Seeing how shameless the Immortal-Destroying Flying Knife was, Yin Ze also became interested. After all, he could even see through life and death now, and he was not short of the 1,000 merits of using the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

While brewing and burning merits, he was just idle. He didn't want to look at Yin Ze's old face anymore, so he simply chatted more with the Immortal-Zhan Feidao.

‘Can you really kill a saint?

’

"Other saints can't, but Jieyin can!"

'Why?

’

"Because, that's what he owes me!"

Between the two questions and answers, the 1,000 merits had been burned out, and the bright red Immortal Killing Flying Knife Gourd suddenly emitted a faint red glow.

The small gourd that was originally only three inches in size was enlarged to three feet and three inches.

The whole body is as clear as a fire crystal, and the whole body is exuding a red glow that makes people feel cold all over. There are two more inscriptions on the gourd belly.

Yin Ze, who was illiterate in ancient times, didn't know him, but.

Get to know each other!

"Jiujiu..." Jie Yin frowned and read out the two inscriptions. His whole figure seemed to be lost in memories, and even the hand that was holding Yin Ze's throat loosened a little unconsciously.

Yin Ze was shocked when he felt his breathing became smooth again. My gourd has become bigger?

The immortal-killing flying knife actually has a second form?

"Boy, watch carefully, this is the real me!"

'who are you?

’

boom!

The gourd mouth exploded with thunder, and the old voice was loud and clear.

But this time, the words didn't just ring in Yin Ze's ears, but resounded throughout heaven and earth.

"Listen up, kid, I am Hongyun!"

brush!

A ball of blood-like thunder and fire spurted out from the gourd's mouth, exploding into red clouds all over the sky.

Immediately, a stunning sword light lit up.

When Jie Yin saw the light of the sword, he was like an ordinary man seeing a deadly snake and scorpion, and he was pushed thousands of feet away in an instant.

But there is no difference between retreating and not retreating.

The light of the sword flashes, and the sword forms an array.

All the luck of the human race was drained out of Yin Ze's body in an instant.

"Boy, let me lend you some luck for a while."

The tens of thousands of Qingming soldiers at Sishui Pass are now filled with red clouds.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, only the red clouds dance in the sky.

Jie Yin was trapped in the formation and flew around like a headless fly. No matter how the saint tried his best, he could not break through the rich red clouds.

Yin Ze was dazzled by the flash of red clouds. He waited for a while before opening his eyes.

In front of me, I saw a bright red that was different from the red sky.

Red hair, red eyebrows, red beard, red clothes...

He is dressed in red and looks like a kind-hearted old man.

With a hook of his hand, the three-foot-three-inch red gourd on Yin Ze's waist flew into his hand.

"I have been sealed in a gourd for ten thousand years and transformed into a flying knife that kills immortals. If I don't drink the holy blood, I can't wake up my true spirit. Boy, I thank you for your gift today and let me drink a drop of holy blood to restore my true spirit. Hongyun has recorded this cause and effect.

"

The old man showed a kind smile to Yin Ze, and Yin Ze's head buzzed.

He knew who the old man was.

Red cloud!

Ancestor Hongyun!

The legendary good guy and the unlucky guy in prehistoric times.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger was actually transformed by Ancestor Hongyun. Then this gourd...

Isn't it the Jiujiu Hongyun Sanpo Gourd?

Good guy, I actually threatened to put Patriarch Hongyun in a manhole over and over again?

Yin Ze felt that he was not beaten to death, which was really strange.

"Okay, kid, let's talk about the small talk later. I should go see my old friends!"

Yin Ze really wanted to chat with Ancestor Hongyun, this legendary unlucky guy from the beginning of time, but Ancestor Hongyun obviously had no intention of chatting with him now.

The red eyes locked tightly on the lead in the formation, and every word was full of murderous intent!

Ancestor Hongyun jumped into the formation.

"Jie Yin, do you still remember the kindness of the futon in Zixiao Palace tens of thousands of years ago?"

"Red Cloud?

You are Hongyun, and you are not dead yet?"

"Haha, die?

Thanks to your gift, my life would be worse than death. You are so cruel. If I hadn’t given you the futon back then, how could you have become a saint?"

"But what about you, why do you repay kindness with hatred and join forces with Kunpeng Minghe and other evil men to destroy my path..."

Yin Ze stood outside the formation and couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. He could only hear roars from time to time.

Chigua·Zedun came online immediately, with bright eyes.

He suddenly understood why Patriarch Hongyun had the confidence to kill the saint.

As a prehistoric internet writer, how could Yin Ze not know about the grudge between Hongyun Patriarch and Jie Yin.

At that time, Taoist ancestor Hongjun had just united with the way of heaven. He hid the Six Paths of Hongmeng Purple Qi in a futon and prepared to cultivate six saints of the way of heaven in the name of preaching and recruiting disciples.

Sanqing, Nuwa, Hongyun, Zhunti Jieyin, Kunpeng and other quasi-sages of that time, all of whom had the potential to become saints, came to listen to the sermon.

However, some people know the secrets of these futons, while some people don't.

For example, Sanqing, who has a relationship with Hongjun as a disciple and friend, naturally knows that there is Hongmeng purple energy in the futon. In this sermon, whoever can occupy a futon will be destined to become a saint.

Sanqing knew it, and Nuwa also knew it. Zhunti and Qingyin, who were thoughtful and manipulative, had no idea how they got the news.

Anyway, what happened in the end was that except for Hong Yun, the unlucky guy, everyone else knew about this secret.

But the rule set by Hongjun was first come, first served. On the day of the sermon, the six of them, Sanqing Nuwa, Hongyun Kunpeng, arrived early and each had a futon to sit on.

Zhunti picked up these two people who knew the secret of the futon, but he was a step too late.

The hatred in Jie Yin and Zhunti's hearts was that this futon was the only opportunity to become a saint, and they could not miss it no matter what.

They wanted to grab it, but they were nothing at that time. The six people sitting on the futon now, anyone could beat them to death.

Therefore, the treacherous Jieyin came up with a plan and made a crooked idea on the famous good old man Hongyun Patriarch.

Yin Ze didn't know exactly how he deceived Yin Ze, but he must have cried first for misery, second for failure, and third for crying about the barrenness of the western land.

The most helpful Patriarch Hongyun didn’t know the secret of the futon. He felt that it was just a seat, so he generously gave the futon to Qing Yin.

The guide came with Zhunti Ke, and there happened to be a Kunpeng demon among the six seats.

The arrogant Yuanshi Tianzun never liked people wearing hair and horns. How could he allow a despicable demon clan to appear among the saints, so he and Zhunti kicked Kunpeng out of his seat.

Good guy, it doesn't matter that Patriarch Hongyun gave up his seat. Not only did he miss the opportunity to become a saint, but he also made Kunpeng Demon Master unlucky, and was later beaten to death by Kunpeng Qiu.

However, from the few words that came out of the battle in front of him, Yin Ze got new news.

Listening to the meaning of what Patriarch Hongyun said, Kunpeng, Minghe and others later went to kill him, but they still followed him.

Then this introduction is indeed too inappropriate.
Chapter completed!