Hong Huang: I Am The Red Cloud, The Destiny Is Sanctified

Chapter 466 Half of the Origin, Establishing the Demon Cult

“I said to you, the fruits that have grown for so many years have not changed their tastes. I have long been tired of eating them. What use is it for you to keep them? Especially your Calabash vine. You only have vines and not Calabash, what is the Calabash vine? When the firewood burns, it will be too wet. What use is it for you?”

After Hong Yun threw the Roc Bird that had become the second-step quasi-sage from him, he stayed alone in the Immortal Cave and reprimanded the group of Spiritual Roots.

Under Hongyun’s reprimand, these Xiantian Spiritual Roots bend their branches like children who have done wrong.

In the outside world, Spiritual Roots, who will be sought after for any fruit, are now devalued to nothing.

They are also very aggrieved, obviously they are doing their best to bear fruit, but why does the master still dislike it?

Isn’t the tree’s job to be fruitful? As for the taste problem, the fruit is just that taste, can it still turn the fruit into the chicken taste?

As for the Calabash vine, I finally felt scared at this moment. I tried my best to breed a new Calabash. I saw that the new small Calabash was visible to the naked eye on its vine. This time there were not only seven, but also two more, nine in total. A little Calabash.

“You are too late to work hard. Anyway, I am determined to make you into a furnace. As for what can be made, it depends on your good fortune.”

Hearing this, the Spiritual Roots suddenly froze again, and even the Calabash that was about to take shape became smaller and smaller.

“but!”

Hong Yun continued, this sudden turning point gave Spiritual Roots hope and revitalized their branches.

“But I am not Devil after all, and I won’t kill you. Just give me half of your origin, and then you can still live here freely, how about?”

Hongyun smiled and looked at the top ten Spiritual Roots, like a buyer who was bargaining with vendors.

“But if you lose half of its origin, the spirit fruit I wait for will also lose most of its effectiveness.”

Huang Zhongli was the first to follow Hongyun, and it spread a very reluctant idea.

Although the other Spiritual Roots didn’t make any statements, from their appearance, they were unwilling, just because of Hongyun’s majesty, they didn’t dare to say it.

Feeling this reluctant thought, Hong Yun’s face immediately sank.

“I’m not discussing with you, but telling you, do you want to surrender half of your source, or let me do it myself?”

Hong Yun’s grim gaze swept across the Spiritual Roots. All Spiritual Roots shuddered and handed over half of their own origin. He didn’t dare to hesitate at all. Even the sacred trees that were not Xiantian Spiritual Roots had half their origins. Give it to Hongyun.

“I look down on yours, keep it for yourself.”

Hongyun rejected the Spiritual Roots origins other than the top ten Xiantian Spiritual Roots, and returned to the pill refining room with half of the origins.

How much Xiantian Spiritual Roots admire the group of Houtian Spiritual Roots at this moment. They used to laugh at them for no effect. Now they have lost half of their roots, but they are no different from Houtian Spiritual Roots. They want to cry without tears and cannot cry.

Although there is nourishment by the great rain here, it will take at least thousands of years to develop it as before.

When Hongyun took out half of the origin of Xiantian Spiritual Roots, it was when Queen Mother Yaochi discovered that the flat peaches in the imperial garden were sprouting.

Having lost half of its origin, these top ten Xiantian Spiritual Roots can no longer be called Xiantian Spiritual Roots, and they are no longer unique.

It’s just that the flat peach planted by the Queen Mother of Yaochi is not the same as the flat peach of the Queen Mother of the West. The attributes of the two are different.

In the future, there may be more Spiritual Roots such as ginseng fruit and fairy apricot.

At least in these thousands of years of restoration of the top ten Xiantian Spiritual Roots, I don’t know how many new Spiritual Roots will be born.

Although Hong Yun rarely pill refining, he still has a pill room in his Immortal Cave.

Can not wait to throw half of the origin of the top ten Xiantian Spiritual Roots into the pill furnace, and directly ignite the pill refining with the fire of Xiantian.

No one knows what this kind of random practice can produce, but Hong Yun is only trying, and it is best to get useful things. If it can’t get anything, Hong Yun doesn’t care.

The lost Xiantian Spiritual Roots may feel distressed by other immortals, but Hongyun will not feel distressed at all.

After being poured with Hongmeng rain for thousands of years, it will be raised back.

If Zhen Yuanzi takes care of it carefully, maybe the time will be shorter.

Hong Yun called Zixia and Qingxia to look after the fire in the pill furnace, and he himself had nothing to do again.

Only the Black Jiao and Dapeng Bird were in the door, and the other disciples had not returned.

They searched for those fairy gods according to the little book of Liu Er’s grudges, and they have not yet finished searching. It can be seen how many fairy gods took advantage of the catastrophe of the flood.

Had it not been for the bad luck of the black dragon, the lifeless old Dao hid in the Immortal Cave of Kunpeng, and then was involved in the birth of the new demon clan and was brought back to the west by the coma. Now he might not return to the west yet.

The north that Hei Jiao was in charge of did not finish searching the group of immortals, so Liu Er and the others would naturally continue to finish the north.

But since the incident of Heaven Court, the Dapeng Bird has become taciturn and still feels distressed by the affairs of the Feng Clan.

“Teacher, the disciple wants to go to Nanming Volcano, I wonder if it’s OK?”

In the end, Dapeng Bird couldn’t bear it, and proposed to Hongyun to go south.

“Go!”

The relationship between the Dapeng Bird and the Feng Clan is racially involved. Karma is constantly cutting, and it can’t stop it. Hong Yun naturally let it go.

With the strength of Dapeng Bird, there are already few opponents in the prehistoric, not to mention that there are Tianli in the south, and Lu Qian and Ye Yu are on duty above the sky. They can provide timely support in any emergency.

When the Dapeng Bird left, only one disciple of Hei Jiao was left in the west.

Hong Yun found Hei Jiao and asked him to call all his disciples and grandchildren to Shouyang Mountain.

The Immortal Cave of the Black Jiao occupies the largest lake in the Western world.

Under this lake is a Pond of Eight Treasures of Merit. The lake water is filled with water of Eight Treasures of Merit, and the red clouds pour Hongmeng rain in it.

Even if this lake is placed in the wild, it can make countless gods jealous and blush.

In the West, it is also called the holy lake by countless creatures.

But this still belongs to Black Jiao alone.

Hei Jiao was in a coma because of being involved in the incident of the New Demon Race, and there was actually no injury on his body.

And letting the black dragon comatose is nothing more than the Three Purity Devilishness dare not attack the black dragon assassin.

Hei Jiao was afraid that there was devilishness hidden in his body, so he had been hiding in it for cultivation. If there was no red cloud calling, he would not leave the level at least for a short time.

When Hei Jiao brought three generations of disciples to Shouyang Mountain, he found that there were already many creatures under Shouyang Mountain, including the elites of the Jin and Demon Race.

“This seat wants to establish a religion. The name is’Devil’. I am the leader and Zhen Yuanzi is the deputy leader. Do you have any objections?”

“Goodness, disciples obey the holy orders!”

Western creatures knelt to the ground, shouting to see the leader.