The Blood Sea Rakshasa King invited the demon clan Shura King, and the location was set at the border between the Giant Field and the Abyss Demon Realm.∽↗w.

This news naturally attracted Zhaoming's attention. Shura, who had no news, finally got news. Not only did he respond to this matter, but he calculated the day, it was time.

I didn't ask about the Niu-Headed Demon before, but now I've been secretly investigating and only then did I realize that I woke up in a daze and found that the Battle of Wudao had been two months since.

The two kings of the Blood Sea, the Ancestor of the Styx and the King of Rakshasa. With the strength of himself and Shura, two and two are naturally not afraid of them. But if it were only Shura, Zhaoming would not be worried.

He has seen the strength of the Ancestor Styx. If only the cultivation level is concerned, Shura will naturally not be afraid of him, but the twelve-grade blood lotus in his hand is extremely restrained against Shura. Once he takes action while the Rakshasa King and Shura are fighting bloody battles, the sneak attack will be successful, and the consequences will be unpredictable.

I had to go there quickly, immediately accelerated and headed towards the border between Juye and the Abyss Demon Realm.

At the same time, he was also thinking about the affairs of Taoist Hongyun. As the rumor said, when Mangshou was killed outside Zixiao Palace in the past, the people involved were only himself, Shura and Taoist Hongyun.

He and Shura would never tell him, but the witch clan was so sure that he killed him. Could it be that he really told him?

But when he thought of the good old man from Taoist Hongyun, Zhaoming naturally gave up this idea. The kind-hearted senior would not take the initiative to say it, but if someone hindered him, it would be hard to say it.

But this is not a big deal. I used to be afraid of the witch clan, but now I am fearless.

I thought about it a little, but naturally I would not continue to think deeply, and my mind was still focused on the fact that Shura and Rakshasa King made a fight.

Suddenly, bursts of violent energy fluctuations came from the front, which made Zhaoming's mind tighten.

With such fluctuations, there must be a strong Immortal King in front of him. Although this place is still far from the border between the Giant Wild and the Abyss Demon Realm, it is not ruled out that Shura and Rakshasa King have already fought.

My heart moved and I rushed over.

When I got closer, I found that there were thousands of red lights, like red glows scattered everywhere, shining with red lights. It looked like the Rakshasa King and Shura had fought, but after a little sense, I found that it was not the case. The light and shadow were red. However, there was no blood, so naturally it would not be Rakshasa King and Shura.

Then he explored his spiritual sense and felt it carefully, and found that there was no aura of the demon clan. Those who wanted to take action had no demon clan.

Although it is not a demon clan, Zhaoming also puzzled. Today, except for making too many enemies, he will fight with others from time to time. Who will fight here?

When I got closer, I heard a scream: "No. 4. So you are..."

Then he heard a rumbling sound, and a figure soared into the sky, red clouds tumbling, and the wind roared from all directions, cutting the figure into pieces like a sharp blade.

When I saw a phantom breaking through the air, penetrated the red clouds and slammed directly on the figure. Another scream, and then I saw a purple light rising into the sky as the clouds surged.

Zhao Ming was stunned when he saw the purple light. He had seen this thing, and although he had only seen it once, he was very impressed because it was so special.

Hongmeng purple Qi, a divine object given by the Taoist ancestor Hongjun in the past, is not a magic weapon or a spiritual medicine, but an opportunity. It can peek at the way of heaven and achieve supreme cultivation.

That day, only seven people who got this thing in Zixiao Palace: Nuwa, Sanqing Taoist, Zhunti Taoist, Jie Yin Taoist and Hongyun Taoist, which made all the guests in Zixiao Palace envious, and even he was a little moved.

Now there is a purple qi of Hongmeng rushing out. Looking at the red sky all over the sky, Zhaoming already knows who is the one who is taking action: Taoist Hongyun.

There is no doubt that the one who was hit by the phantom was Taoist Hongyun. At this moment, the injury was probably on the verge of danger. Otherwise, as for someone to shoot out the Hongmeng purple aura, I would not know who the person who fought with him was.

In the red sky and the strong wind, a figure in white cloth was stunned when he looked at the purple air rising into the sky, as if he didn't expect such a change.

But he immediately came to his senses and abandoned Taoist Hongyun and chased Hongmeng purple qi and left.

Zhaoming stepped on the red light and activated the Pear Immortal Step to rush over, catching the Red Cloud Taoist who fell from the sky.

He looked down and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

At this time, Taoist Hongyun was terrible. His body was full of flesh and blood, as if he had been slashed by thousands of swords and swords. There was a gap in the purple mansion, as if he had been slashed by some magic weapon, and it was pitch black and empty.

The purple palace was injured and the soul was broken. Taoist Hongyun had only breathed a sigh of relief, and Huitian was powerless.

What's strange is that he was wearing a broken white cloth, like a cloak. There is a clear big word in the broken area: Eight.

"Senior, senior!" Zhao Ming shouted repeatedly. He knew that Taoist Hongyun was dead. The purple palace and the soul were damaged like this. Unless there was the Nine-Turn Golden Pill in the Defiant God Medicine, all the methods would be useless.

But he had received the kindness of Taoist Hongyun. Not to mention the matter of Wuchao, even outside Zixiao Palace, if it weren't for Taoist Hongyun, he and Shura would have been killed by Mangshou.

He could not help anything else, and he could only hope to know the clues of the figure of Baibu from Hongyun, so as to avenge him.

"The sixth...extreme..." Taoist Hongyun was still breathing a sigh of relief, and said his last words intermittently: "Little...be careful...tian...tian...gun..."

The words behind were already blurred. Zhaoming turned his ears and listened to them as much as possible. Suddenly, his heart tightened and found a ball of flame coming through the air, as if it had traveled through time and space, and the speed was so fast that it was indescribable. Even Zhaoming just reacted and was already hit by the ball of flame.

The sun's true fire... Zhaoming was stunned. There was a treasure body and a flame attack, so he was naturally unscathed. However, the Taoist Hongyun in his arms was burned out for the last breath in an instant. Although his body did not directly turn into ashes, it was already burned to black at this time.

A flash of light on his chest, and a big red gourd jumped out. Zhao Ming quickly looked and grabbed the gourd in his hand.

It is the magic weapon of Taoist Hongyun, Nine-Nine Scattered Soul Gourd. It is said that it was given by the former Immortal Heavenly Lord. After it was refined into a treasure, it was extremely powerful. Now Taoist Hongyun is dead, with a ravine broken in his chest, and other things are gone. Only the magic weapon refined by this innate gourd can be spared.

As soon as I grabbed the Jiujiu Sanpo Gourd in my hand, I heard a cry of pain: "Hongyun!"

Then he saw a figure coming back quickly, and raised his hand and the infinite mysterious light fell, and he rushed towards Zhaoming several times. The person who came was mottled, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a white whisk in his hand. Who would he be if he were not Zhen Yuanzi?

Zhaoming was stunned, wondering why Zhen Yuanzi took action against him, but seeing that the Taoist Hongyun, who had gradually turned into ashes in his hands, suddenly reacted, hurriedly retreated, and said loudly: "Senior, listen to me, Senior Hongyun is not hurt in my hands."

"You really think I'm a three-year-old child!" Zhen Yuanzi shouted angrily, swept the whisk in his hand, strands one by one, like thousands of arrows, covering the sky, and coming towards Zhaoming.

The immortal kings of the immortal clan have always been special. Under normal circumstances, they will not easily reveal their cultivation. They like to hide their strength and maintain a low profile. This is true for the Taoist Sanqing, and the two Western immortal kings in Lingshan are the same. Of course, there is Zhen Yuanzi.

No one knows how strong Zhen Yuanzi's combat power is, because there has never been anything that can make him furious.

Today, I don’t know if I should be lucky, Zhaoming met Zhen Yuanzi who was helpless.

Taoist Hongyun is his best friend and has close relationships, just like Zhaoming and Shura. Whoever hurts Shura will naturally fight to the death. Similarly, whoever hurts Taoist Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi will do his best.

The whisk fell like rain. Zhaoming raised his hand and activated the real fire of the sun to burn all the whisks that came.

"Rumor that Hongyun reported to the high priest of the witch clan, so that the witch clan could attack the heavens. You really believe such false words! I asked him to explain to you in the past, and he said that you are a generous person and would never believe such rumors. I didn't expect that he misread you."

"Good you, Donghuang Taiyi, so cruel. My brother has been kind to you many times. With just a little bit of rumors, you actually killed him."

Zhen Yuanzi pointed at Zhaoming and shouted loudly, trembling all over his body, making him unable to control himself.

Zhaoming shook his head: "Senior, you really misunderstood. Don't say that I really don't believe in such a thing. Even if Senior Hongyun really reported it, what can I do? Now my demon clan in heaven is not afraid of the witch clan at all, so I don't have to worry about such things."

But how could Zhen Yuanzi listen at this time: "It sounds nice! Who in the world knows that you, Donghuang Taiyi and Shura King, are narrow-minded and complacent. Even if you are not afraid of the witch clan, you will naturally be annoyed that your brother will tell you about it and kill you next time."

"If it was for the sake of my attack in the Eighth Heaven in the past, you could just do it to me, why should you attack my brother?"

"It must be that I covet my brother's treasure and took action just now."

Zhen Yuanzi angrily attacked his heart, and he seemed to speak incoherently, and even said something almost illogical.

Such accusations also made Zhaoming feel a headache, and he could only shake his head: "Senior, calm down first. Listen to me, it's not me who took action. The one who took action was a man wearing white cloth... And... And... Senior Hongyun said the Sixth Pole before his death."

"White cloth... The sixth pole..." Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, as if he had been told something, but before Zhaoming could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that he was even more angry. He pointed at Zhaoming and shouted angrily: "You say such boring words, my brother was burned to death by the Sun True Fire. Who else can use the Sun True Fire in the world besides you Donghuang Taiyi?"

At this time, Taoist Hongyun had burned completely, and only a wave of the sun's true fire circling through the void and disappeared without a trace.

The true fire of the sun disappeared, but the remaining warmth made Zhaoming feel like something was stuffed in his mouth and could not be said.

Who else is there in the world except for the true sun fire he has? If it were before, he could have said that there was a high priest of the Witch Clan, but now that the high priest of the Witch Clan is dead, he really can't tell anyone else.

"You have nothing to say!"
Chapter completed!