In the sky, Kunpeng was shocked as he watched the red clouds disappear in form and form, and watched the Styx and Taiyi chasing the disappearing Hongmeng Purple Qi.
"Hong Yun, this bastard, actually died so easily. I have already said that you will definitely be in trouble if you are so undisciplined."
As these words emerged, Kunpeng touched the corners of his eyes and discovered that a clear tear had flowed down from nowhere.
These tears appeared inexplicably, but they made my heart hurt beyond measure.
Kunpeng raised his head and saw that the sea of clouds that had dispersed under the attack of Donghuang Bell had turned red at some point.
It seems that the sea of clouds here feels sad because of the death of Hongyun.
"Why am I here?"
"Why should I do this?"
"Why...will I cry?"
Three questions in a row appeared in Kunpeng's mind, and then a lot of doubts arose, which made him confused. At the same time, a purple electric light seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, what are you doing?"
At this moment, a confused voice came from the side.
Kunpeng looked up and saw the River Styx going away and coming back again, with a look of regret on his face.
"how?"
"You look sad."
Ming He looked at Kunpeng in astonishment.
"Sad, of course I am sad. Seeing that fellow Taoist came back so quickly, I guess the fleeing Hongmeng Purple Qi was not captured."
Facing Styx's gaze, Kunpeng said coldly.
"Shouldn't I be sad when such a situation occurs? If I had known that Hongyun died, the Hongmeng Purple Qi would automatically escape.
Why should you and I be in such a hurry to take action? We should have been prepared earlier."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kunpeng turned around and headed towards Beihai.
"The problem is, obviously when I started doing it before, I wasn't that active."
Looking at Kunpeng's back, Styx snorted coldly and flew towards the sea of blood.
Now that Hongyun is dead and Hongmeng Ziqi has disappeared without a trace, Styx, who has obtained the Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd, has no intention of continuing to communicate with Kunpeng.
Rumble!
In the North Sea, endless waves roll continuously.
Looking at everything in front of him, Kunpeng stood silently for a long time before returning to the place of retreat.
"Without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I would still be invincible."
After a Yuanhui, the demon clan heaven, under the auspices of Di Jun and Tai Yi, occupied the sky of the ancient world.
During this period, there were frequent battles between the Monster Clan and the Witch Clan.
It was also at this time that Kunpeng faced Dijun and Taiyi who came to Beihai, and finally chose to temporarily 'give in' under the pressure of Donghuang Bell.
After that, Kunpeng founded Yaowen and became the master of the Yao clan.
In the eyes of outsiders, this huge fortune is divided by heaven, but in fact, Kunpeng's reputation is already on par with Dijun and Taiyi.
In this way, as a demon master, he has the possibility to share and gradually encroach on the fate of heaven.
After dozens of Yuanhui time, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan, which dominates the earth, have become life-and-death enemies.
That day, Dongfang Zhunti abducted ten Golden Crows from the lower realm.
Kunpeng was aware of it, but in the end he chose to let it go.
"A great catastrophe. Only when the heaven's secret cannot be calculated can I have the opportunity to usurp the fate of the demon clan's heaven and usher in the possibility of enlightenment and sainthood."
Kunpeng was cautious and cautious, and always followed his own plan and lost everything silently.
After nine of the ten top princes of the Demon Clan died at the hands of Hou Yi of the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court and the Wu Clan completely detonated a war.
Xihe died, Emperor Jun died, Taiyi and several ancestral witches died together, and the demon clan's heaven fell apart.
The twelve ancestral witches of the past, except for the ancestral witch Houtu of the earth, were on their own to complete the prehistoric period and transform the sea of blood into the six paths of reincarnation.
Just when everything was about to settle, he Kunpeng took away all the luck in heaven in one fell swoop.
With the blood evil in this battle between the demon clan and the witch clan, they broke through the quasi-sage in one fell swoop and reached the realm of the Hunyuan saint.
Yes, Saint Hunyuan.
Far surpassing Sanqing, surpassing Nuwa, surpassing Zhunti, Jingyin, and even surpassing the supreme Taozu.
He became the first Hunyuan Saint to live in the sky in the entire prehistoric world.
"From now on, I, Kunpeng, will be revered in heaven and on earth."
As these words fell, several Yuanhui time passed, and Kunpeng challenged the Tiandao saints one by one.
"Stop, fellow Taoist, please stop."
In the chaos, two rays of divine light dispersed, and Kunpeng saw the once-arrogant Taoist begging for mercy from him with a look of embarrassment.
"My fellow Taoist has profound cultivation, and no one in the world can surpass him. It was a poor Taoist who misjudged me back then, so I ask my fellow Taoist to show mercy."
In the end, even the arrogant Dao Ancestor eventually failed as his cultivation level improved.
"I did it. Now the entire world can be torn apart in an instant as long as I am willing."
Seeing the defeated Hongjun, Kunpeng's eyes subconsciously looked towards the ancient world.
"From this moment on, I, Kunpeng, will be the supreme Taoist ancestor in this vast world."
As these words fell, Kunpeng flew into the ancient world under the trembling eyes of the saints and the fawning and awe-filled eyes of Hongjun.
On this day, the great powers from all over the world came to Beihai to pay homage to Kunpeng.
Above the sky, there are thousands of golden lights, countless auspicious clouds, and endless immortal energy.
"Let us pay our respects to Kunpeng Daozu."
As the creatures from the entire prehistoric world bowed down, Kunpeng felt that his thoughts were getting higher and higher, reaching an unprecedented level.
Amid the influence of his mind, his eyes will look towards the wild world.
However, when Kunpeng passed by an insignificant red cloud, his whole body was shocked.
"Red Cloud?"
Looking at the clouds in front of him, Kunpeng subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it into his palm.
boom!
But in the blink of an eye, the red cloud suddenly shattered.
"In front of this Taoist ancestor, all time and all things must be dominated by me. If I want you to gather, you must gather."
As this thought emerged, Kunpeng reversed time and space, vowing to reappear the red cloud.
But no matter how he used the magic power that made Daozu Hongjun bow his head, he found that no matter how hard he tried.
The red cloud never appeared, but instead, an increasingly hot burning feeling began to spread within the body.
"Daozu!"
This scene made all the powerful people from the ancient world exclaim in surprise.
"Shut up."
As this exclamation came, Kunpeng suddenly realized that as long as he lowered his head, he could return to the position of supreme Taoist ancestor.
But he didn't want to.
He didn't want the red cloud to dissipate from in front of him again.
Buzz!
When the burning intention in his body caused his soul to shatter, the red cloud appeared in front of him again.
But what replaced it was endless purple light.
"It turns out that even if you become a Taoist ancestor, it is not as good as the friendship between you and me."