Wanshou Mountain, inside the Wuzhuang Temple, the sky was full of red light. Seeing Hongyun Ancestor walking out with a face full of reluctance, Zhen Yuanzi immediately guessed the outcome in his heart, and asked unwillingly: "Brother Hongyun, are there any gains from this retreat?"
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Hearing this, Patriarch Hongyun's face became even more gloomy. He sighed and said, "Oh! It's so difficult to prove the Dao, it's even harder than going up to Chaos. I think I, Hongyun, am the first Hongyun in the world to attain Dao, regardless of my qualifications or my appearance.
Even in ancient times, his appearance was first-class, but after tens of thousands of years of seclusion, facing the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he gained nothing. Could it be that God is really jealous of the talented people?"
Hearing Hongyun's narcissistic self-mockery, Zhen Yuanzi's originally concerned face couldn't help but twitch with veins. He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the abnormal movements in his heart, and said: "Brother Dao, why should you belittle yourself so much? Since
The Taoist Patriarch said that the Hongmeng Purple Qi is the foundation for becoming a saint. As long as Taoist brother understands it, one day he will be able to achieve it and realize the Tao and become a saint."
After hearing her old friend's persuasion, Hong Yun's depression dissipated a lot. Just when she was about to speak, she found that Zhen Yuanzi's expression was wrong. The two had known each other for endless years, so they didn't understand that the other party still had something to say, so he simply asked sarcastically: "
You are an old man, just say it straight away, why are you so hesitant?"
Hearing Hongyun's ridicule, Zhen Yuanzi felt ashamed and angry, and shouted: "You guy, you really don't know the heart of a good person,"
Then his face became even more gloomy, his brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "The Hongmeng Purple Qi is the foundation of the Great Dao. If you want to become a saint, you must first refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Now all the great powers in the entire prehistoric world know the Hongmeng Purple Qi."
Qi is so important. Although fellow Taoists are destined to get this opportunity to become saints, this opportunity is not just a disaster."
Hearing this, Patriarch Hongyun didn't understand the worry in Zhen Yuanzi's heart, and his expression instantly became particularly ferocious.
"Hmph, it's impossible for me to give up Hongmeng Ziqi. If you are worried about dragging down your Wuzhuang Temple, I will leave today."
After saying that, Patriarch Hongyun waved his sleeves and walked out of the hall.
"You!" Seeing that Hongyun misunderstood him so much, Zhen Yuanzi was immediately ashamed and angry. He wanted to get angry, but when he thought of Hongyun's ancestor's situation, he couldn't bear to have something happen to his close friend for many years, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him.
Hongyun.
"You idiot, you and I have known each other for many years, how did you fool the old Taoist with your tricks? Could it be that in your eyes, the old Taoist is just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"
Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Patriarch Hongyun's face, which was still full of resentment and ferociousness, suddenly disappeared. He turned to look at Zhen Yuanzi, sighed and said: "Fellow Taoist, you and I have known each other for many years, and Hongyun really doesn't want to drag down fellow Taoist.
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Zhen Yuanzi looked solemnly, looked at Patriarch Hongyun and said, "Fellow Taoist, can't you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Hongyun Ancestor raising his hand.
"Fellow Taoist, you and I both know that there is no room for compromise in the battle for the great road. Hongyun has already missed the Zixiao Palace once that day, but this time he cannot retreat again." Ancestor Hongyun shook his head and said firmly: "Even if
Being the enemy of the entire prehistoric world, Hongyun will not give up the last chance to become a saint."
Seeing Hongyun's determined look, Zhen Yuanzi understood that his old friend had made up his mind and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Since Taoist friends are so ambitious and dare to fight countless strong men in the ancient world, how can the old Taoist lag behind? From now on, fellow Taoists can retreat in Wuzhuang Temple to comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Qi." Zhen Yuanzi said.
Hongyun's face was stunned, then he turned around and said: "Fellow Taoist, you and I have been brothers for many years. How can a poor Taoist drag down brother Taoist like this? Please open the big formation. Hongyun will never forget brother Taoist kindness when he becomes a saint."
As he said this, he was about to leave Zhen Yuanzi, but unexpectedly he was pulled back by the latter.
I saw Zhen Yuanzi looking at Hongyun with an angry face and scolding: "Hongyun, is it possible that in your eyes, the old Taoist is the unfaithful person? In this Wuzhuang Temple, there is the innate Wutu formation of the old Taoist to suppress,
Then no one can enter the Wuzhuang Temple."
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly shouted angrily, which shocked Hongyun. After being silent for a moment, Hongyun sighed: "Thank you, Taoist brother."
Hearing that Hong Yun relented, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. The two had known each other for many years, and Zhen Yuanzi also knew very well the temperament of Hong Yun Ancestor. Although he looked easy-going on the surface, in fact, the arrogance of the innate demon in his heart was stronger than any other.
Everyone is serious, how could he be willing to give up the chance of becoming a saint? Now in his own dojo, there is a large innate Wutu array arranged with earth script to protect him. As long as Hongyun does not leave Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi is confident that even if the quasi-sage
Even if the top experts come, they can block them from the formation and protect Hongyun.
In the central hall, the two of them sat separately, thinking about how to deal with the great power that would come sooner or later.
Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi seemed to have thought of something and said, "Brother Dao, maybe we are not alone anymore."
Hearing this, Hongyun was stunned and looked at Zhen Yuanzi, waiting for the latter's answer.
Zhen Yuanzi didn't care about Hongyun's expression and said directly: "Now the whole prehistoric era knows that the Hongmeng Purple Qi can help people's soul and true spirit to rest on the way of heaven, prove the way and become a saint. However, those three and six people have the protection of Taoist ancestor Hongjun, but no one dares to
The only one we can provoke is Taoist brother, who has no foundation. The poor Taoist thinks that there must be many people outside the Wuzhuang Temple who are already trying to attract Taoist brother's attention? Even though you and I have a large formation to protect us, we still need external force."
"What Brother Taoist said is..." After hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Hongyun seemed to have caught something, but could not grasp the key, so he asked quickly.
"Proving the Tao and becoming a saint is something that countless powerful people have dreamed of. They can entrust their soul and true soul to the way of heaven, and then they can live freely between heaven and earth. However, not everyone can entrust their soul and true soul to the way of heaven." Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flashed.
Said with a touch of wisdom.
Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, a thought flashed through Hongyun's mind: "Witch Clan?!"
"Brother Dao, you want me to join the Wu Clan?!" Ancestor Hongyun's face turned gloomy again. As a top-level innate demon, Hongyun's arrogance is no worse than that of Emperor Juntaiyi. How can he be willing to be inferior to others?
Looking at Hongyun's expression, Zhen Yuanzi didn't understand what his old friend was thinking, so he stopped trying to be pretentious and said directly: "Brother Dao, could it be that you forgot that you have a close friend?"
Hearing this, Hongyun was stunned and looked at Zhen Yuanzi: "Immortal wine! Oh no, Li Xuan of the Wu clan?"
Hearing the word "Xianjiu", Zhen Yuanzi's head suddenly darkened, and he said angrily: "Don't remind me. When I think about the fairy wine, the old man gets very angry. What the hell, a big jar of wine, that's it.
It was given to me, but I only had one mouthful left."
Hongyun suddenly looked embarrassed, smiled brightly at the side, and quickly changed the topic and said: "Brother Dao, what you mean is that we are looking for Li Xuan as a foreign aid?"