Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 37 The Red Cloud Calamity and the Secret of the Primordial Purple Qi【For further reading】

Hong Yun glanced at Kui Niu, chuckled, and waved his hands.

"It's nothing, since my nephew also wants to go to the sea of ​​blood, let's go now."

Chen Xuanji nodded hastily, "Of course it's fine, I just need to trouble Uncle Hongyun."

As he said that, he patted the fat cow's buttocks, and shouted, "Hurry up and catch up with Uncle Hongyun. When you are in the sea of ​​blood, I will give you another Nine-Turn Golden Pill."

When Kui Niu heard that he still had the Nine-Turn Golden Pill, the reluctance on his face dissipated immediately, and a flattering look came up, "Brother, what you say is true?"

"Can I still lie to you?"

Hong Yun looked at Kui Niu, hesitated for a while, and said, "Nephew, the sea of ​​blood is far away from here, your cow is too slow, why don't you come to my red gourd together, we can travel together, and we can save a lot of money." Less effort."

Before Chen Xuanji could speak, Kui Niu spoke first, "That's a good relationship, Xiao Niu thanked Immortal Hongyun here."

After finishing speaking, Kui Niu's mana flowed, and he turned into a thick and strong man, and quickly flew to the red gourd.

When Chen Xuanji saw this, he couldn't help shaking his head, and then climbed onto the red gourd, and then bowed his hands to Hongyun to thank him, "Nephew thanked Uncle Hongyun."

"This trivial matter is nothing to worry about, so I ask my nephew to sit still."

Hong Yun's voice hadn't finished yet, when the three of them sat down on the red gourd, a brilliant red light came out.

The red light, with incomparable power, shattered the void, and continued to advance at a terrifying speed, which was countless times faster than Kui Niu's full speed.

On the red gourd, Chen Xuanji couldn't help asking, "Uncle Hongyun, I heard that the Nether Blood Sea is the territory of the ancestor Styx, and you and the ancestral witch of Houtu went to collect those vicious evil spirits. Will Zu agree?"

On the side, Kui Niu is also full of curiosity. He has traveled all over the world and is familiar with all kinds of great powers.

Patriarch Styx lived in the sea of ​​blood. He had A Bi and Yuantu two accompanying spirit treasures, killing people without cause and effect. He also had a twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus, which integrated attack and defense, and was powerful. Among the quasi-sages, he could in the first sequence.

However, the ancestor Styx had a weird personality, withdrawn, and basically did not bleed into the sea.

Of course, no one dared to act wild in the sea of ​​blood.

Those who acted wildly had already been submerged in the endless sea of ​​blood, their bones and primordial spirits were gone.

Such an existence would have such a good temper, allowing others to capture evil spirits in the sea of ​​blood at will?

There was still a smile on Hong Yun's face, "That old ghost Styx has a weird temper, of course he won't let us capture those evil spirits in vain. They are Houtu ancestor witches, and that old ghost Styx agreed .”

"I see."

Chen Xuanji secretly sighed, "The Houtu Ancestral Witch is indeed different from the other eleven Ancestral Witches in that they are born with great compassion."

Chen Xuanji looked at Hongyun, and couldn't help asking, "By the way, Master Hongyun, I heard that in the Zixiao Palace, the last ray of majestic purple energy fell in Master Master's hands. Master Master has been enlightened for so many years. Have you reached the mystery of sanctification?"

That is to say, Chen Xuanji knew that Hong Yun had a gentle personality, otherwise, if it was another quasi-sage, he would never have dared to ask such a question.

The secret of cultivation, the perception of the Dao, must be passed on directly and cannot be taught. Asking at will is a taboo for monks.

Sure enough, Hong Yun sighed, with a wry smile on his face, "Nephew, Uncle sees you as a nice person, so he doesn't want to hide it from you. The last burst of primordial purple energy did fall into my hands, but it fell into my hands." After it was in my hands, it was merged with my primordial spirit, and it could neither be separated nor comprehended, let alone comprehend any chance of enlightenment from it."

"What? The primordial spirit of Primordial Purple Qi and Master Uncle merged together?"

Chen Xuanji was slightly startled, as far as he knew, the primordial purple energy in the hands of his master and uncle were all in a physical state.

He had been in the Shangqing Palace more than once to watch his master comprehend the mysteries of the primordial purple energy.

But why did the primordial purple energy in Hong Yun's hand merge with his primordial spirit?
Hong Yun looked at the astonishment on Chen Xuanji's face, and smiled slightly, "Why, I can't believe it, but the fact is that, even though the Primordial Purple Qi is in my hands, it's almost as if it doesn't exist."

Chen Xuanji continued, "My nephew heard that my uncle offended the heavenly demon master Kunpeng Patriarch Kunpeng because of this burst of majestic purple energy. If so, why don't you go to the heavenly court and explain this to Kunpeng?"

Hong Yun shook his head, "That guy Kunpeng is very scheming and suspicious. I have told him several times before, but he doesn't believe it at all. What can I do?"

But as he said that, Hong Yun smiled again, with a hint of pride on his face, "Although the relationship between Kunpeng and I is not very good, but with my brother Zhen Yuanzi around, Kunpeng can't make any troubles, so just ignore him."

Hearing Hong Yun's words, Chen Xuanji finally understood why Hong Yun was hunted down to death by Kunpeng in later generations, and why he refused to hand over that burst of primordial purple energy.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't want to hand it over, but that he couldn't hand it over at all.

No wonder people in later generations say that that burst of majestic purple energy is Hong Yun's own destiny.

Thinking of this, Chen Xuanji still couldn't help reminding, "Uncle, after all, it's about the opportunity to prove the Dao. That day, the soldiers are strong and strong. If you covet the uncle, it will be troublesome. It's better for the uncle to be careful."

There are countless great powers in the wild, so Chen Xuanji naturally did not dare to open his mouth casually to reveal the secrets, so he could only remind him in this obscure way.

Hong Yun waved his hand nonchalantly, "My elder brother Zhen Yuanzi has the book of the earth's fetal membrane, masters the earth's veins, and is invincible in defense. With my elder brother, if Kunpeng dare not do anything, nephew don't have to worry."

Seeing this, Chen Xuanji didn't continue talking. The fate of the red cloud seemed to happen after the return of the Six Sages.

At that time, if I have the ability, I can help it.
At this time, Hong Yun picked up the miniature gourd in his hand, weighed it a few times, and said with a smile.

"Nephew, would you like to have a sip? The fine wine in my gourd is not ordinary. It is made by collecting a hundred kinds of natural and earthly treasures from the prehistoric region, and adding ginseng fruit to brew for 10 years. It is extremely mysterious. Take a sip, tsk tsk, It can only be felt, not expressed in words.”

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, "That's thanks to Uncle Hongyun."

After finishing speaking, he took the small gourd from Hong Yun's hand and took a swig.

A fiery hot current flowed down the throat and slid into the internal organs.

Then, a terrifying energy erupted, and the Golden Immortal Body, which was stronger than Chen Xuanji's, turned red at this moment.

The terrifying five-color aura condensed into aura, continuously spewing out along the pores of Chen Xuanji, and the rays of light were so bright that it was almost on fire.

"Hiss, Uncle Hongyun, why is your wine so powerful?"

Every time Chen Xuanji uttered a word, a large amount of spiritual energy of five colors spewed out from his mouth.

Immediately, he didn't dare to speak again, and quickly sat down on the ground, and began to refine the terrifying medicinal power.

Hong Yun shook the gourd, feeling very distressed.

"Nephew, this is the immortal wine that your uncle has brewed for 10 years. You drank so much in one sip, and the medicinal power produced is naturally terrifying."

On the side, Kui Niu saw that such a magical object was hidden in the unusual gourd.

He also licked his face and came to Hongyun's side, his face full of fawning looks.

"Uncle Hongyun, this wine is so fragrant, it can make a calf taste it, just a sip, a sip."

Hong Yun hesitated for a long time before saying, "Just a small sip."

Kui Niu nodded again and again, "Xiao Niu always speaks his mind when he speaks, and he always takes a small mouthful of words."

Hong Yun handed the wine gourd to Kui Niu.

Kui Niu lifted the gourd, opened his mouth wide, and poured most of the gourd at once.

"Hiss, this medicine is so powerful, stronger than the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir."

Kui Niu hit a gap, and the terrifying and turbulent medicinal power erupted in his body.

Soon, Kui Niu's whole body also turned red, like a cooked prawn.

Busily imitating Chen Xuanji, sitting cross-legged, hastened to refine the overwhelming medicinal power.

Hong Yun shook the gourd, seeing that less than half of the immortal wine was missing from the gourd, and felt even more distressed, "My 10-year immortal wine. I regret being so generous."

It took more than half a year for Chen Xuanji and Kui Niu to refine the medicinal power, and their cultivation has improved.

Chen Xuanji is only one step away from the peak of Jinxian.

The harvest of Kui Niu is not small, and the fruit of the Golden Immortal Dao is about to be completed.

The whole person's face was flushed, refreshed, and there was no reluctance like when he just went to the sea of ​​​​blood.

The three practiced on the red gourd while admiring the beautiful scenery of the wild.

It took less than a year to come to the Nether Blood Sea.

At the edge of the sea of ​​blood, there has long been a woman who is wearing a pale yellow dress, has an exquisite figure, uneven skin, fat skin, and an undeniably beautiful woman.

The woman stood in the sea of ​​blood, letting the waves of blood under her feet run high, filthy and corroded, and it was difficult to touch the tail of her skirt. Was that woman the ancestor witch of Houtu or who?
(End of this chapter)