Chapter 82 Unlucky Kunpeng◇
◎How can one word describe how miserable it is◎
"Until the witch clan clears their karma, they will never leave the underworld!"
Kunpeng felt sad and heartbroken after hearing this. He understood that Houtu's words were not only to restrain the Wu clan, but also to cut off his own feelings.
Kunpeng is remembering his lost love, and Houtu is also remembering her lost brother.
When she woke up from her saintly trance, she realized that Di Jiang was dead, Qiang Liang was dead, and even Zhu Jiuyin was half dead.
Before she had time to feel sad, the remaining Tian Wu, Shebi Shi and others saw her become a saint, and surrounded her, crying and telling her how their brother had died tragically at the hands of the demon clan. Now that she had become a saint, the demon clan was nothing to be feared.
Hou Tu's face darkened. The demon clan was indeed not to be feared, but if this continued, the cycle of revenge would never end. She could not afford to lose any more brothers and sisters, and she could not let her brother die tragically.
She said in a deep voice, "I establish the six paths of reincarnation and will return to the underworld. All members of the Wu clan will follow me into the underworld. As long as the Wu clan's karma is not cleared, they will not be able to return to the prehistoric world."
She, with the power of a saint, was very different from the gentle and amiable Hou Tu of the past. Naturally, the members of the witch clan did not dare to say anything, but the other ancestor witches were different. How could their usually most spoiled little sister have such a bad temper?
He must have been led astray!
As for who led her astray?
In an instant, all the knife-like gazes pierced Kunpeng, who was still reminiscing about his lost love.
Hou Tu also looked at Kunpeng, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes when no one was paying attention.
The remaining twelve witch ancestors and members of the witch clan were forcibly taken to the underworld by Hou Tu's iron-blooded hand. In an instant, half of the battlefield was empty, and Kong Shuang's attention fell back on the ethical battle between Di Jun's family on the other side.
After all, they were a loving couple for many years. Facing Di Jun's tragic death, Xihe was somewhat unwilling to see this scene and was supported by Chang Xi and left. Only Taiyi was left kneeling beside Di Jun's corpse, crying.
The brothers who had been together since birth were separated from each other at this moment.
Kong Shuang considers himself a cold-hearted person, but he couldn't help but sigh for Taiyi at this moment.
A desolate atmosphere permeated the entire battlefield. The demons lowered their eyes and followed Taiyi in kneeling. Some boldly advised, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences. The Demon King is already dead, and the demon race cannot afford to lose you again!"
Although Taiyi was crying sadly, it didn't mean that there was something wrong with his ears. He stopped crying after hearing this and stared at the man with sharp eyes: "Say it again!"
The man didn't understand and repeated it again.
Except for outsiders, in the Heavenly Court, Di Jun is rarely called the Demon King, but is always called "Your Majesty". In order to distinguish him from the other Majesty in the Heavenly Court, Taiyi is called "Eastern Emperor". Now the two people's titles have begun to be interchangeable.
Taiyi looked at the person who spoke, who was Lu Wu, one of the ten great demon gods and his brother's most trusted confidant.
But now, even though his brother's body is still warm, Lu Wu has already deliberately tried to please him, pushing him to the top, and completely forgotten Di Jun.
Taiyi's tearful face suddenly revealed a cold smile as he asked, "I remember that my brother valued you the most!"
Lu Wu was overjoyed and quickly knelt on the ground: "Now that the Demon King is dead, I am willing to follow your Majesty's orders..."
Before he could finish his words, Lu Wu's throat seemed to be strangled, and he stopped abruptly. At the same time, golden flames ignited from nowhere above his body, and in the blink of an eye, his entire body was burned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
At the same time, Taiyi's voice came: "Since your brother values you the most, you should go and accompany him, so as not to let down the loyalty between the ruler and his subject."
Kong's double eyelids twitched as he stood in the clouds. He felt that something was wrong with Donghuang Taiyi.
As a good friend, compared to Tongtian's gentleness and restraint, Taiyi is truly kind by nature. He can believe that others are good and will never think badly of them, let alone vent his anger on Luwu and ask him to be buried with Di Jun.
Could it be that after Di Jun died, he also turned evil?
After dealing with Luwu, Taiyi raised his eyes and glanced at the other monsters present. He smiled sadly and knelt down in front of Dijun again. The same golden flame as Luwu just now ignited on his body.
The demons stared with wide eyes, and a few of them sobbed softly.
Kong Shuang was dumbfounded. Taiyi didn't seem to have turned evil. Instead, he wanted to commit suicide with Di Jun out of love (crossed out). It seemed that after Di Jun died, he didn't want to live anymore!
Taiyi closed his eyes, ignoring the cries of his old subordinates, and bent down to embrace Dijun's body. Suddenly, he heard someone in front of him sigh softly:
"Fellow Daoist Xihe, out of consideration for the love between husband and wife, left a trace of Dijun's soul to return to the Sun Star. If he were to be resurrected one day and find you gone, I wonder how heartbroken he would be."
Taiyi suddenly opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and in the dim light he saw his friend's slightly frowning brows.
Upon learning that Di Jun could be reborn, Taiyi stopped threatening to commit suicide. Excited, he carried Di Jun's body back to the Sun Star with trembling hands.
The Sun Star is where the two brothers were born. There is no place more suitable for nurturing Di Jun's body and soul.
Kong Shuang heaved a sigh of relief, emerged from the clouds, walked up to Tongtian, frowned, and asked, "Will Di Jun really be resurrected like you said?"
Tongtian lowered his eyebrows and sighed for a long time: "Don't you understand in your heart?"
Kong Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it didn't matter whether Di Jun could be resurrected or not. What mattered was that Taiyi believed that Di Jun could be resurrected.
After all, they are friends of many years. Except for the deceased Di Jun, no one in the entire prehistoric world knows Taiyi better than Tongtian.
The second catastrophe passed very quickly. Compared with the first catastrophe of the dragon and phoenix that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, a mere tens of thousands of years was almost a blink of an eye.
The Lich War has officially come to an end!
Even so, the children of Biyou Palace have grown up. Yutu, who was still a little girl in memory, has grown into a beautiful young lady with a pretty face. She stands tall and graceful holding Duobao's hand.
Looking at the face in front of him that looked more and more like Xihe, Kong Shuang was hesitant to speak.
There is no time in the mountains, but a thousand years have passed in the world. Under the rule of the saint, Kunlun Mountain is like a paradise, isolated from the world. The little girl has no idea what is happening outside.
Kong Shuang didn't know how to tell her?
Should I tell her that your father caused the deaths of your nine brothers, and your mother was so angry that she took your aunt to kill him. That’s not all, your uncle almost died with your father, and your family is gone. The remaining demons and gods in heaven are secretly planning to steal your family property.
To sum it up in two words - bad luck!
How tragic it is!
Even though little Yutu has grown up now, Kong Shuang still doesn't know how to tell her about this family ethical tragedy.
At this moment, a disciple came to the mountain gate and reported:
The demon master from heaven came and wanted to have a chat with Empress Kong Shuang.
Kong Shuang naturally handed over the task of telling Yutu about his family's tragedy to Tongtian Taotun, while silently complaining in his heart:
But forget it! The Heavenly Palace is now in tatters and in ruins, and you, Kunpeng, a demon master who has been expelled from the throne, still have the nerve to call yourself a demon master?
When Kunpeng was invited in, Kong Shuang was even more surprised. He saw Kunpeng holding a pot of wine, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry. He looked like he had been heartbroken and lost his virginity.
Kong Shuang suppressed his laughter and asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you've become like this?"
Kunpeng took a big gulp of wine and accused Kong Shuang under the influence of alcohol.
After Houtu became a saint and moved to the underworld with the witch clan, Kunpeng was still obsessed with her. He found out that Minghe, the owner of the blood sea next to the underworld, was not at home, so he bravely followed the blood sea to the underworld to see Houtu.
Who would have thought that the gentle and sweet woman of the past would change her former warmth and become cold and indifferent when she saw her.
Thinking of this, Kunpeng shed tears of grievance: "She said that she approached me because of the Hongmeng Purple Qi in my hand. Now that she has my Hongmeng Purple Qi and has achieved the Great Dao, I am no longer of any use to her. Naturally, I have to be discarded like a worn-out shoe."
Kong Shuang invited him to take a seat and ordered people to serve wine and food. Looking at the sobbing Kunpeng, he felt dissatisfied: it was true that Houtu wanted his Hongmeng Purple Qi, and her feelings for him were not necessarily false, but Zhurong, Gonggong and others died because of her fight with Kunpeng, so no matter how deep their feelings were, they had to hold back.
Unfortunately, Kunpeng was so pure-minded that he couldn't see Houtu's unspeakable pain.
After crying for a while, Kunpeng's emotions gradually calmed down. He looked at Kong Shuang, remembered something, and asked, "I heard that Princess Yutong of my heaven is in the Biyou Palace. The princess lost her father. Logically, I should go to pay a visit to her and comfort her."
Kong Shuang's face changed and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "Old Six, you still go to comfort Yutu. Aren't you afraid that you will make her even more sad?"
Suppressing Kunpeng's thoughts, Kong Shuang quickly changed the subject: "Now that the Heavenly Court is leaderless, have you thought about where you want to go?"
It would have been better if this had not been mentioned. Once it was mentioned, Kunpeng took another sip of wine and realized that his current situation was extremely difficult.
Ever since he was imprisoned by Emperor Jun, he was basically considered a traitor in the eyes of the demon gods in Heaven. His former friends regarded him as an enemy. Under such circumstances, there was no way he could return to Heaven.
Thinking of this, the joy that had just come to him disappeared completely. Kunpeng sighed, drank glass of wine one after another, and gradually became drunk.
All the past events with Hou Tu came flooding back to Kun Peng, who felt extremely wronged. Looking at Kong Shuang, he felt that she was his only remaining friend and complained, "If Hou Tu wanted my Hongmeng Purple Qi, why didn't she just ask for it? I can't become a saint anyway, so I'm willing to give it to Di Jun rather than letting him take advantage of it!"
At this point, he became even more drunken. He glared at Kong Shuang and began to blame her: "When Jie Yin wanted to steal my cushion, I should have given it to him. Why did you give yours to him again? It caused me to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi and be hunted down. Do you know that I have blamed you for this for a long time?"
After saying this, he sobbed again and walked forward to hold Kong Shuang's hand: "Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, now I think this is really wrong. I didn't expect that you are the only one who would come to my rescue and listen to my ramblings."
Kong Shuang curled the corner of his mouth, withdrew his hand, and thought to himself, if I didn’t owe you a karma, who would care about you? Go wherever you want!
Tongtian carefully considered his words and told the Jade Rabbit about Emperor Jun's death. He left Duobao to comfort him and went to the palace where Kong Shuang entertained Kunpeng.
The scene was a bit weird. Kunpeng was crying in front of Kong Shuang, and Kong Shuang was watching coldly with a look of disgust on his face.
Seeing him appear, Kunpeng finally changed his target and rushed towards him, with the smell of alcohol rising from his mouth and nose, hitting his face: "Saint, you are here. You are a really good person. I, Kunpeng, have lived for millions of years, and you are the one I admire most..."
Tongtian loved cleanliness and avoided it without leaving any trace. He couldn't show his disdain as openly as Kong Shuang, so he could only frown and say, "Daoyou have lost your composure."
After saying that, a bucket of extremely cold water from the deepest part of the North Sea, Kunpeng’s hometown, poured down on his head.
The familiar cold chill made Kunpeng shudder, and he instantly woke up. He remembered that he had just pounced on the saint and regretted it. He bowed to Tongtian awkwardly and said, "Saint, please forgive me for laughing at you."
Tongtian nodded, gave him a faint smile, and then his eyes fell on Kong Shuang.
Her face was as red as clouds and she looked a little drunk.
Kong Shuang sighed about what it meant to be a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. Noticing that the ruthless man's gaze at her became increasingly deep, she reflexively cast a layer of barrier around herself.
She is a bird that emerged from the fire of an immortal volcano, and what she hates most is having her feathers get wet!
Tongtian's smile deepened. He looked at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Compared to the time when you were drunk and unconscious, you've improved a lot now."
Kong Shuang's face turned even redder, remembering that Hou Yi shot down the sun the moment he woke up after drinking. He turned his head away in shame and annoyance, snorting twice: "Hateful!"
Kunpeng's eyes turned red. What kind of people were these two? He had already been heartbroken, and yet they were still flirting in front of him!
Not worthy of human ears!
So he left with hatred!
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