Chapter 122 Falling Realm◇
◎Force out the Hongmeng purple energy◎
Hongjun didn't expect Tongtian to be persuaded so easily by him.
He knew the character of this young disciple very well. Even in the years after he became a saint, Tongtian concentrated on teaching his disciples in the Biyou Palace and rarely went out. He seemed gentle and tolerant. This also made people in the prehistoric world gradually forget that this saint Tongtian was restless and casual in his youth in the prehistoric world.
He split Lingshan Mountain just because of a word from Zhunti, and then he felt justified and never thought he was wrong.
He knew very well how arrogant and willful Tongtian was. He would show some compassion to the weak, but would be even more stubborn when facing the strong.
If he had been willing to compromise, and had been willing to submit and admit his mistakes in the Zhuxian Formation in his previous life, he would not have ended up like that.
He is the kind of person who fights against four saints alone, and even if he fails, he will not admit defeat. Instead, he wants to establish his own earth, water, wind and fire.
Seeing such an easy compromise, Hongjun couldn't help but feel a little more wary.
But Yuanshi had already made his move. He threw out his magic weapon at lightning speed. Before anyone could react, the Zhuxian Formation, which was supposed to be testing its disciples in Penglai, heard the call of its master and suddenly appeared. Everyone fell into the formation unexpectedly.
At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi's exasperated voice rang out from within the formation: "I didn't say I was going to attack Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, why are you bothering me?"
The atmosphere was originally heavy and solemn, but Kong Shuang couldn't help laughing when he heard the complaints from Donghuang Taiyi.
This was clearly a matter of life and death, but she couldn't participate and could only helplessly give in. Although she felt calm, she still felt a little complicated.
To be honest, no one wants to die, but it is not something she can decide now. It is just a matter of whether the death is meaningful. At least this time she is dying for all living beings in the prehistoric world, and there are so many saints besieging her. It is much more impressive than the last time when she almost died at the hands of Zhunti Jieyin.
The only regret was that this was the first time she saw Tongtian personally set up the Zhuxian Formation. From seeking justice for his disciples in the original novel to doing it for himself now, the person he wanted to attack was similar to the original novel.
The process is different, but the object is right.
She was a little worried that he would be locked up in a small dark room again like in the original book. Wouldn't all her hard work for tens of thousands of years be in vain?
Everyone was trapped in the Zhuxian Formation, with only Hongjun left. He had long expected that Tongtian would not be so easy to talk to, and he had already made preparations when the Zhuxian Formation appeared.
The Zhuxian Formation can be broken by gathering the four saints. The trapped people can break it by themselves, but it just takes some time. It is very necessary to escape while there is time.
Tongtian held up his sword and stood in front of Tiandao, pointing the sword forward, and his look towards Hongjun was self-evident!
Hongjun was helpless. He had expected this outcome, but seeing this scene still made him heartbroken. "Are you really willing to abandon all the people in the prehistoric world?"
Tongtian looked down at the sword in his hand with disdain. A trace of nostalgia in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a firm determination: "All living beings worship us saints, but we rely on one person for their safety. Isn't she one of the living beings? Is this how saints protect all living beings in the prehistoric world?"
His voice was very hoarse. At the end, he seemed to find it a little funny and laughed softly.
In the silence, something pale and something powerless!
Hongjun sighed deeply. He knew how ridiculous it was to blame all of Honghuang's mistakes on Kong Shuang, but he still said, "Just think of it as Honghuang owing her. This is the best solution!"
After saying that, the Jade Book of Creation, a magic weapon that belonged to the Taoist ancestor when he preached in the ancient times, appeared out of thin air and became an offensive magic weapon. He glanced at the people who were about to break out of the formation, and secretly made a decision in his heart. He would first shackle Tongtian and then quickly destroy Tiandao.
By then, it will be a done deal and a foregone conclusion!
Tongtian also noticed that everyone was about to break out of the formation. He quickly looked behind him, a trace of reluctance flashed across his eyes, and he didn't know what complicated feelings were in his heart: "You go!"
Tiandao looked at the confrontation between the master and the disciple and laughed heartily: "Hongjun, you have come to this day!"
He really didn't want to leave, and wanted to see what would happen to this master and disciple in the end, but then he thought that when the other saints broke out of the formation, he might not be able to leave even if he wanted to.
He sneered, "Hongjun, I'll come back to you after my strength recovers!"
After saying that, he turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared in an instant!
Hongjun's face looked extremely ugly. He flew up, made some hand gestures, and was about to block Tiandao's way.
Suddenly, a figure blocked his way, looking as if he would never let Tiandao catch him as long as he was there.
Hongjun now felt a headache when he saw his most beloved little disciple. He shouted angrily, "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for not remembering the relationship between master and disciple!"
After saying this, the Jade Book of Creation, which was flashing with green light, rushed towards him. The power was far beyond the power that appeared in the current prehistoric world, but came from the eternal chaos.
Tongtian didn't resist and took the blow head-on. He couldn't help but groan, but his body didn't move at all. His eyes relaxed a little and he murmured, "Is the teacher imprisoning his disciple again?"
Hongjun's hand trembled unexpectedly, his face changed drastically, and the second attack was delayed.
"You...you too?"
He asked incredulously.
Tongtian chuckled: "No!"
Thinking of his previous life, Hongjun felt a little reluctant and a sense of guilt towards his little disciple.
After a while, he put down his hand dejectedly, thinking that it would be impossible to catch up with Tiandao if he continued to chase him, so he turned around.
Well, let it be his compensation!
Tongtian breathed a sigh of relief and retracted the Zhuxian Formation.
Everyone who had left the Zhuxian Formation gathered around him. Hongjun said, "Things have come to this point. We can only discuss this later!"
Jie Yin rolled his eyes, picked up the unconscious Zhunti, and woke him up.
Although the Heavenly Dao has now completely taken over Kong Shuang's body, Zhunti should have recovered, but when he opened his eyes, he was lifeless.
Hongjun lowered his eyes and looked for a while, then shook his head: "He is a puppet now!"
Jie Yin's face turned pale. When the Heavenly Dao completely took over Kong Shuang's body, he was even a little happy. He felt that Kong Shuang had been arrogant in the prehistoric world for so many years and finally the Heavenly Dao had dealt with her. Moreover, Zhunti could also recover. It was simply killing two birds with one stone!
Unexpectedly, Zhunti became a puppet.
Hongjun knocked the man unconscious again and told Jie Yin not to feel any compassion.
Everyone had just been injured to varying degrees, and they all returned home to recover.
In the end, only Tongtian was left. Donghuang Taiyi, who found himself a little homeless halfway through the journey, turned around and saw his friend alone, with red eyes and furrowed brows, looking really pitiful.
He sighed, thinking that Kong Shuang was really unlucky, so he turned around and patted Tongtian on the shoulder: "Don't be too sad, don't keep thinking about those sad things, look forward!"
Hearing this, Tongtian looked up at him in confusion. Kong Shuang was not dead yet, so why did he say that he would never see him again?
He suppressed his emotions, glanced at him calmly, nodded and said, "It seems you are very free. In that case, why not give me a ride!"
Donghuang Taiyi frowned in disgust. His good friend was such a powerful figure in the past. He could make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand and was invincible in the prehistoric world. He was so majestic, so how could he become like a madman after the breakup?
"You are a saint, yet you are like a delicate flower and still need someone to carry you around?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze fell back on his friend, his face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief: "You...you actually..."
He couldn't continue speaking, and a heavy and sad feeling rose in his heart.
"What's wrong with your cultivation? If Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang knew how to be sad..."
Tongtian, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. Unable to bear the fact that Donghuang Taiyi looked even more upset than him, he urged him, "Are you going or not?"
Donghuang Taiyi held him carefully as if facing a great enemy, fearing that this delicate flower would be hit again.
Tongtian's brows were sharp, he looked down on him and let go of his hand, regretting letting him send him back to Penglai.
Donghuang Taiyi had already reached the level of a saint, and Penglai arrived in the blink of an eye.
It was not until he returned to the quiet room that he felt a little dazed, remembering that he and Kong Shuang had left together, and he was the only one left when he came back.
He felt his magic power, which was only one tenth of what it was, and felt very troubled. It would be better for Tiandao to occupy Kong Shuang's body than for Tiandao to occupy his body. At least he could have more combat power.
Fortunately, he had just used the events of his previous life to make his teacher feel guilty, otherwise if the two of them had exchanged a few more moves, the teacher would have discovered that he was already at the end of his strength and was just an empty shell!
It's time for him to make up his mind!
In the dark and quiet room, the saint sat cross-legged on the cushion with his eyes closed.
His spiritual consciousness wandered in his body and slowly reached the Niwan Palace. The Niwan Palace was as vast as the sea, with a faint purple color floating in it.
He calmed himself, sealed off his five senses, and carefully touched the purple.
pain!
Even though he had closed his five senses, he still felt an intense pain throughout his body the moment he touched the purple. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his body remaining motionless, and mobilized all his magic power to force the purple out of his body!
How can the pain in the body compare to the pain in the heart!
It took him three full days and three nights to open his eyes and feel his own magic power. Although he did not have the same insight into the ancient world as before, he had to admit that his magic power had not been so stable for a long time!
Donghuang Taiyi, who was outside the hall, noticed that his retreat had ended, so he walked in himself. He saw that his face was pale and looked like he was seriously injured.
He had traveled in the chaos for thousands of years and had already reached the level of a saint. He could tell at a glance that his friend's cultivation had fallen to this level, as well as the Hongmeng purple energy that he held in his hand.
Donghuang Taiyi felt it was a pity: "I know you resent the way of heaven, but you don't have to torture yourself to this extent!"
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