Center of the battlefield.

A red gourd, carrying a wisp of soul, fled frantically from the hole in space.

Seeing that the Hongmeng Purple Qi is about to be obtained, how could Kunpeng and other powerful demons let Hongyun escape?

Now that the formation has been broken, this matter obviously cannot be concealed. If it is dragged on like this, I am afraid new changes will occur.

Di Jun and others stopped just standing there and entered the battlefield, desperately chasing after the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd.

Hong Yun's self-destruction was too decisive. Even Donghuang Taiyi was affected by the power of Hong Yun's self-destruction.

All the powerful demon clan members were injured to varying degrees.

Whether for the sake of Hongmeng Purple Qi or for the face of Heaven, they would never let Hong Yun go.

If Ling Hongyun were allowed to escape in public, it would be a huge shame and he would be laughed at by the Witch Clan for the rest of his life.

Under the pursuit of the powerful demons, Hong Yun's soul was destroyed, and in the end only a remnant soul wrapped in his true spirit was left.

If even this remnant soul was destroyed and his true spirit was suppressed by the Heavenly Court, then he would not even have the hope of being reborn.

At the critical moment of life and death, Hong Yun did not run away. The look of a good guy no longer appeared on his face.

After his soul was destroyed, the primordial purple energy emerged and no longer merged with him.

He glanced at the endless sky, then looked at the powerful demon who was following closely behind, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"You think that if you seize the initiative, you can get this Hongmeng Purple Qi, but that depends on... whether you agree or not..."

Hong Yun suddenly realized that in the end, he couldn't even say what he wanted to say, and the sarcasm on his face became even stronger.

It is even possible that the words he said could not be transmitted. The powerful people of the demon clan could only see his mouth moving but could not hear any sound.

Afterwards, he said no more, and simply drew out the Hongmeng purple energy and sent it into a space crack, instantly disappearing from the eyes of all the creatures in the prehistoric world.

Such a scene moved all the powerful people who were paying attention to this battle. They all tried to make calculations with their fingers, but their destiny was blocked and they could not figure out anything.

However, they did not give up, but used their strongest flying ability and rushed towards the space crack frantically.

The Hongmeng Purple Qi has been proven to have the effect of proving the Dao and becoming a saint. Now that it has become ownerless, they have the opportunity to fight for it. How can they let it go? Kunpeng, Dijun and the other powerful monsters all have extremely ugly expressions.

Unexpectedly, they seized the initiative and were the first to find Hongyun, but all their hard work ended up in vain.

Di Jun and others entered the space crack together, trying to find the primordial purple energy.

Kunpeng stayed where he was, he was burning with rage and exuded a cold murderous intent.

With new and old grudges in his heart, he waved his sleeves and attacked Hongyun with all his strength. Black sea water gushed out as if it could destroy everything, and every drop of black water was enough to destroy a fairy mountain and blessed land.

The black sea water turned into a giant hand and slapped towards the remaining soul of Hong Yun.

This was his angry attack, but also a great supernatural power that contained the true meaning of the great way and vast magical power.

Even if Hong Yun was in his prime, he would not dare to be careless in the face of such a powerful attack, let alone now that Hong Yun is only a remnant soul left.

He wanted to completely destroy the remaining soul of Hong Yun, to completely destroy its body and soul, without leaving even a piece of flesh and blood, a piece of spirit, or a trace of soul.

His true spirit must be suppressed forever, only in this way can the hatred in his heart be relieved.

Who made this damn good guy give up his seat in Zixiao Palace, causing him to miss a ray of primordial purple energy?

Otherwise, with his cultivation level not inferior to that of Jie Yin and Zhunti, even if he obtained a portion of Hong Meng Purple Qi, he would still not be able to become a saint.

Billions of miles away, Zhen Yuanzi, who was desperately traveling, saw this scene and his eyes suddenly burst into tears.

"No!"

However, he was too far away and it was impossible for him to reach the battlefield before Kunpeng's magical power fell.

Even if he could get to the battlefield, what could he change?

Without the protection of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, only a wisp of red cloud of residual soul remained. Even the aftermath of the fight between the quasi-saints was enough to be fatal.

Even if he blocked Kunpeng's move, once Di Jun and others attacked together, he would not be able to change the outcome.

At this critical moment, a sigh was suddenly heard, and a dragon claw with dazzling golden light popped out from the void, grasping the remaining soul of Hong Yun in its palm.

Kunpeng's magical power, which seemed to have the power to destroy the world, hit the dragon claw, but not only could it not shake it at all, but was easily shattered by the recoil force.

"Huang Long?!!"

No matter it was Kunpeng, or Di Jun and others who were rushing towards the space hole, or other powerful people who were rushing here, all of them showed an expression of astonishment.

They didn't expect that at this critical moment, they would see the first Hunyuan Golden Immortal of this era take action.

But what they couldn't understand was that since Huang Long wanted to save Hong Yun, why didn't he take action at the beginning, but had to wait until Hong Yun gave up the Hongmeng Purple Qi before taking action.

Could it be that even the Hongmeng Purple Qi that could make one become a Heavenly Saint was not appreciated by Huang Long?

Before everyone could think about it, they saw a young Taoist wearing a yellow robe, with a pair of dragon horns on his head, handsome face and no aura on his body, appear beside Hongyun.

"Now Hongyun has lost all his spiritual power, only a remnant of his soul remains, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi is no longer with him. I hope you will give me a favor and allow me to take Hongyun's remnant of his soul away."

Kunpeng's face turned very ugly. Things had come to this point. How could he be willing to just give up? But if he didn't even give Huang Long this little bit of face, then the result would be...

Kunpeng couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart. He turned around without saying a word and flew towards the space crack.

You should know that when Huang Long was still a quasi-saint, he was able to fight one against two and completely defeated Jie Yin and Zhunti. Although Kunpeng considered himself extraordinary, he did not dare to say that he had completely defeated Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Now that Huang Long has achieved the Hunyuan status, as long as Kunpeng has no problem with his brain, it is impossible for him not to give Huang Long this little face.

Besides, Hong Yun is already in that state and will never be a threat to me in the future.

Although Kunpeng felt unhappy that he failed to suppress Hongyun forever, it was better to be unhappy than to get himself involved.

The same goes for Di Jun and others. Unless they use the Zhoutian Star Array, they will never be a match for Huang Long.

In addition, the Hongmeng Purple Qi has attracted the attention of all the powerful people in the prehistoric world. They are also afraid that someone will get there first, which would result in them ending up with nothing.

They had a clear idea of ​​the importance of things and they all continued to fly towards the space crack.

Only Donghuang Taiyi looked at Huang Long with a complicated expression. Then, for some reason, he was stunned for a moment, but did not say anything. He followed Di Jun and others into the space crack.

The powerful demons in Heaven didn't dare to take Hong Yun's remaining soul from Huang Long, and the powerful people from the ancient times who arrived later were even more afraid to do so.

Looking at the faint soul light, Zhen Yuanzi burst into tears, feeling both happy and angry.

I was happy because Hongyun's life was saved and he survived this disaster.

He was angry because Hong Yun was now only a remnant soul, and hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation had been wasted.

But it is a good result after all. Even if you lose your cultivation, you can still continue to practice. But if you lose your life, then you will have nothing.

He knew that all this was due to Huang Long's efforts, otherwise Hong Yun would have been beaten to death by Kunpeng, with his true spirit suppressed forever.

Zhen Yuanzi straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully to Huang Long.

"Thank you for your help, my friend. From now on, the Book of Earth is ours. If you need it, you can take it away at any time!"

"No need to do that. I've already said that since you lent me the Book of Earth, I owe you a favor. Now we have settled the cause and effect."

Huang Long smiled and waved his hand. As long as Zhen Yuanzi stood on his side, the Book of Earth could play the greatest role in his hands.

Zhen Yuanzi's chance to achieve enlightenment lies in the tunnel, and Huang Long's action this time saved Hong Yun's soul.

As long as Hong Yun tells Zhen Yuanzi about his experience and lets Zhen Yuanzi see enough benefits, it will be impossible for him to join the Tiandao camp.

If that’s the case, why take Zhen Yuanzi’s Book of the Earth and cause yourself trouble?

Afterwards, Huang Long opened the space door leading to Wanshou Mountain and said jokingly with a smile: "However, I haven't finished comprehending your earth book yet, you have to lend me some more time."

"As it should be!"

Zhen Yuanzi nodded seriously, his heart full of gratitude, and followed Huang Long into the space gate.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi hurriedly picked a few ginseng fruits, and his magic power vibrated, transforming into pure energy and vitality, and sent it into Hong Yun's weak remaining soul.

Unfortunately, although the ginseng fruit was extraordinary and made Hongyun's condition slightly better, it was not a fruit specifically for nourishing the soul. Hongyun's soul still looked like it could dissipate at any time, and there was no sign of waking up.

This made Zhen Yuanzi feel extremely anxious again, and he looked at Huang Long for help.

This person is the Golden Immortal of Hunyuan, the most mysterious and powerful being in the prehistoric world. Perhaps he has the ability to heal the soul.

"Fellow Daoist, could you please help me? I will reward you handsomely later."

Huang Long readily agreed. He was still counting on this cause and effect to deepen his connection with Zhen Yuanzi. How could he watch Hong Yun's soul dissipate? Although Hong Yun's situation was very bad now, it seemed as if this wisp of soul was about to disappear at any time.

But for Huang Long, it was not a big problem.

He had been preparing for the construction of the underworld for many years, and had mastered 80% of the Way of Death, even though he did not have a deep understanding of the Way of Soul for the time being.

But as long as he didn't want, Hong Yun's soul would never disperse in front of him.

Moreover, Huang Long was not helpless in treating Hong Yun's injuries. Coincidentally, he had a magical power to treat injuries, called the Immortal Qingmu Jue.

This is a magical power that was realized after refining the Qingmu Source Liquid.

In the past few years, Huang Long had already cultivated to the state of great perfection. It was not a problem for him to help others to be reborn by dripping blood. So what was the problem in stabilizing Hong Yun's remnant soul?

Huang Long waved his sleeves lightly, and a stream of pure magic power containing pure vitality emanated from his hand, wrapping up Hong Yun's residual soul.

Afterwards, Huang Long took out a jade bottle, which contained source liquid that could replenish the remaining soul.

As the clear source liquid flowed out from the bottle and fell into the remnant soul, the Immortal Qingmu Jue began to operate.

Hong Yun's illusory soul gradually became solid.

After a while, his eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"I'm not dead?"

Seeing this scene, Zhen Yuanzi was immediately overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Of course you are not dead, with Daoist Fellow Huanglong personally taking action. In the prehistoric world, there are not many people who can take your life!"

Hearing this, Hong Yun also understood why he was able to save his life in that situation. He bowed with both hands and thanked sincerely: "Thank you for saving me, fellow Daoist. I will remember this great kindness in my heart and will never forget it. If you need anything, please feel free to ask!"

"Your Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd is of some use to me. I wonder if you can trade it to me."

Huang Long had no intention of beating around the bush and stated his demands directly.

The Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd is refined from the red gourd on the innate gourd vine. Reintegrating it into the gourd vine can increase the origin and upper limit of the gourd vine.

If all seven gourds can be refined into the innate gourd vine, there is a high chance that they will turn into innate treasures in the future. Even innate treasures are not its limit.

Now that he has the chance to get another gourd, Huang Long naturally won’t let it go.

"These are just my belongings. If you want them, just take them."

Hong Yun didn't hesitate at all and immediately cut off the connection with the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd.

"Please rest assured, I will not take your things for nothing. I will definitely give you something corresponding to yours in the future."

Huang Long smiled slightly, took the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd from Hong Yun, and then he said meaningfully:

"I think you know where this disaster came from. If you have nothing to do in the future, stay in Wuzhuang Temple for the time being and don't go out. There is no need to rush to recover your cultivation or heal your injuries. Don't talk too much about what happened here, understand?"

"Thank you for your reminder, I know what to do. The previous Hongyun is dead and will never appear in the ancient world again. From now on, there will only be a remnant soul in Wuzhuang Temple!"

Hong Yun looked lonely. He felt that neither the Taoist Ancestor nor the Heavenly Dao could fight against them.

He did not intend to blame Huang Long for taking action at the last moment. He understood that as long as the Hongmeng Purple Qi was with him, this disaster would not be over.

The best outcome would be if Huang Long took action at the last moment, which would truly end this disaster.

Since this matter is related to the Way of Heaven and the Taoist Ancestor, naturally more cannot be said, and it is even not suitable to appear in the eyes of the creatures in the prehistoric world again.

This is the ancestor of Taoism, this is the way of heaven. Even if they plot against me, I have to give them enough face.

Zhen Yuanzi also had a complicated expression. He sighed helplessly, patted Hong Yun on the shoulder, and comforted him:

"That's good too. At least you can eat and drink here openly."

Upon seeing this, Huang Long picked up the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd and the Earth Book and returned to the room, leaving the space to Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun.

(End of this chapter)