Chapter 287: Fellow Daoist, Are You Dreaming? Monthly Pass
Boom!
The North Sea has huge waves.
"Why am I here?"
Looking at the familiar environment in front of him, a trace of confusion suddenly appeared in Kunpeng's eyes.
In his impression, at this time, he was already like the great god Pangu, who created the world, roamed in the chaos, and was the omnipotent creator of the heaven and earth.
But why.
Back to Beihai again?
Kunpeng couldn't figure it out, and he still didn't understand his own reasons.
Just when Kunpeng gathered his mind and prepared to take the next step, his expression suddenly changed, and a Yin-Yang blade cut through the sky, heading towards somewhere in the sky and the earth.
Boom!
In an instant, in the originally empty void, as the crimson blade emerged, a stream of crimson blood bloomed.
"Styx, if you don't stay in your sea of blood, what's the point of coming to me?"
Looking at the young man in black robe emerging from the void, Kunpeng said with cold eyes.
"When I came here, I naturally came to discuss with you how to take back the opportunity that belongs to us."
Styx chuckled, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"In the Zixiao Palace that day, if Hongyun hadn't cowardly given up his position, Taoist friend would have become a disciple of Taoist Ancestor.
In this way, the Hongmeng Purple Qi that belongs to fellow Taoists will definitely not get the turn of those two bald donkeys in the west.
How can it be like now, not only being scolded as a flat-haired beast, but also losing face in front of all the fellow Taoists of Zixiao Palace."
"If your purpose of coming here is to laugh at me, do you think that my Yin and Yang method is not sharp enough?"
Kunpeng said in a deep voice.
As soon as he thought of the scene in Zixiao Palace that day, there was an uncontrollable surge of anger in his heart.
"Of course not. I came here to invite fellow Taoists to avenge the humiliation of that day with me."
"How to repay?"
Kunpeng asked directly.
"Kill Hongyun."
Facing Kunpeng's gaze, Minghe said coldly.
"This man is cowardly and incompetent. As far as I know, after leaving Zixiao Palace that day, he and Sanqing obtained a powerful innate spiritual treasure in Mount Buzhou.
Because of this spiritual treasure, he even developed a grudge against Emperor Jun and Taiyi.
If it weren't for Sanqing, Nuwa and others would have died in Taiyi's hands long ago."
Having said this, Minghe saw Kunpeng's expression changed, he smiled and said again.
"According to the latest news, Hongyun has left Wuzhuang Temple, and Zhen Yuanzi will not be able to leave the seclusion in a short period of time because of his practice.
As long as we kill him, not only will the innate spiritual treasure that Taiyi and Dijun spy on will fall into our hands.
Even the Hongmeng Purple Qi in Hongyun's hand will fall into your and my hands.
This is a supreme opportunity to attain enlightenment and become a saint, fellow Taoist, you won’t be tempted, right?”
Styx said with enthusiasm.
"There is only one innate spiritual treasure, and there is only one Hongmeng Purple Qi, and they can only help one person become a saint. How do you divide them?"
Kunpeng sneered.
Of course he also wanted to kill Hongyun and be quick, but after killing him, would it matter about himself again?
In addition, when the idea of killing Hongyun came to Kunpeng's mind, his mind jumped inexplicably, making him a little uneasy for a while.
"This matter is simple. You and I each make an oath based on our own original path, and each of us will take turns to comprehend the Purple Qi of Hongmeng for ten thousand years.
If anyone uses the Hongmeng Purple Qi to achieve enlightenment, the extra innate spiritual treasure will belong to another person.
To show my sincerity, I can let my Taoist friends understand the Hongmeng Purple Qi first, how about it?"
"This is naturally the best thing, but I don't believe your reason for doing this is so simple."
Kunpeng looked into Styx's eyes and said solemnly.
"The magic weapon obtained by Hongyun has been specially refined and is incompatible with my sea of blood. If this treasure is not destroyed, or if it is not in my hands, I will feel uneasy."
Styx knew that ordinary invitations were useless, so he simply stated his fundamental purpose.
"How about it, fellow Taoist, you don't want to see those two bald donkeys in the West who only know how to make a fool of themselves, so why don't you first step into the path of enlightenment and become a saint?"
If this happens, fellow Taoists may not even have a chance to turn around in the future."
"When will we do it?"
After hearing this, Kunpeng fell into rare silence, and then a ruthless coldness appeared in his eyes.
"Let's go now."
As these words fell, Minghe made the oath of the great road and then looked at Kunpeng quietly.
Facing Styx's gaze, Kunpeng did not hesitate at all. After making the oath of the great road, he and Styx roared away towards the distant sky.
"Styx, how do I remember that you seem to have a very good relationship with Na Zhunti, and you seem to have drank alcohol before?"
Halfway through, looking into Styx's eyes, an inexplicable picture appeared in Kunpeng's mind again.
In that picture, Styx and Zhunti, although they are in different worlds, are enjoying themselves while everyone is fighting.
I don’t know what happened, but now I’m so open-mouthed and silent.
Although, this kind of shouting is indeed very pleasant.
"Fellow Taoist, are you kidding me?"
Just as he was thinking this, Kunpeng saw Ming He's face darken and said with an unhappy expression.
"Those two guys in the West who only know how to deal with misfortune, they don't know where they learned Buddhism, and when they see the resentment of living beings, they go to transform it.
In their eyes, my sea of blood is a scene of overwhelming sin.
If there was no chance, I would definitely kill them all this time."
"I have misunderstood."
Hearing these words, Kunpeng seemed to know Styx again.
But for some reason, he clearly felt quite awkward in his heart, but he still approved of Styx's approach.
"This is it."
Soon, the two of them arrived at the top of a mountain in the vast mountains and hid themselves.
Wherever you look, you can see the endless sea of clouds.
"For today, I have secretly followed the red cloud many times. I know that every time this person leaves Wuzhuang Temple and passes by this sea of clouds, he will sleep and play in it.
I think it has something to do with this guy's heels.
But this time, he must be in doom.
With the yin and yang energy of fellow Taoist, and the presence of Taiyi's Donghuang Bell, no matter how vast and boundless the sea of clouds is in front of him, he will definitely die."
Styx said with a sneer on his face, his eyes filled with determination to kill.
"Fellow Taoist, the preparations are complete. In this way, I feel relieved."
Hearing this, Kunpeng smiled and looked at the sea of clouds in front of him. While he recognized it on his face, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart and asked casually.
"I once heard that there are three great saints in the Blood Sea. Apart from fellow Taoists, they are the six-winged golden cicada and the mosquito Taoist. I wonder if they are coming this time?
If they are here, even if Taiyi and Dijun conflict with you and me in the end, nothing will happen?"
As soon as he said these words, Kunpeng saw Ming He looking over with cold eyes.