My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 88 Do you... still think that the primordial purple energy is compensation?

Han Shou cautiously separated a wisp of divine sense into the red-skinned gourd.

"Boom~"

"In front of my eyes" was blank, and a thatched hut appeared in front of me beside a stream of verdant greenery.

By the stream outside the thatched hut, a red-robed old man with childlike face and white hair stood with his hands behind his back, his back to "Han Shou", and his voice was old and slightly sighing: "You... finally came!"

The "Han Shou" at this time was only transformed by a ray of his divine thoughts.

This scene of green mountains and green waters of jungle streams is actually an illusion derived from the imprint of Hongyun's primordial spirit.

"Han Shou" was slightly stiff, and his vigilance was pulled to the highest level, and he was ready to cut off the connection between this ray of divine sense and the main body at any time if the situation was not good.

The old man in the red robe, that is, the brand of Hongyun's primordial spirit, turned around slowly, and stared at Han Shou with a complicated expression:

"Pindao originally thought you would come earlier."

"I didn't expect you to be so cautious. You didn't try to refine the ninety-nine scattered soul gourd of the poor Tao until you proved to be an immortal!"

"Don't be nervous, Pindao's body has already fallen, and now even the true spirit has dissipated between the heaven and the earth. What is left at this moment is just a little bit of spiritual thought!"

Han Shou remained calm: "Don't seniors blame Xiaoxiu?"

Hong Yun smiled wryly and sighed: "Time is also fate!"

"Pindao's main body has come to such a miserable end, it's all because of greed!"

"Pindao's lingering thoughts are about to dissipate. You can be considered as a half-disciple of Pindao after you have acquired the Primordial Purple Qi and Ninety-Nine Dispersed Soul Gourd."

The environment of green mountains and green waters "in front of me" gradually began to sway and crack.

Hong Yun's figure also seemed to be shattered into thousands of fragments, one by one separated from his body, cracked, and dissipated.

"Since you are half of Pindao's disciple, when we say goodbye, Pindao can only say one word!"

"Walking in the prehistoric world, doing good may not necessarily lead to good results, and doing evil may not necessarily lead to evil results. If you can't understand the root cause of this, this way...doesn't matter!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't fix it...hahahaha~"

Hong Yun's figure disintegrated and shattered into debris all over the sky, and the void trembled, only his heroic singing with a miserable smile could be heard:

"Chaos evolved into Pangu, and I was born when the world was created!"

"Linghui endows the body with tribulation and thunder, breaks through the confusion and sees the true nature!"

"Walk the road leisurely, make good friends and laugh at the world!"

……

"Destiny adds to my body, transforms into form to prove Daluo, Zixiao bell rings to hear the way of heaven, courteous futon causes cause and effect, great luck and heaven hide disaster, rob Zhoushan evil Kunpeng!"

"Dao Sanshen disappears and eventually becomes empty, I advise Erxu to hide his tracks!"

Han Shou "watched" in a daze that the illusion in front of him completely collapsed, revealing a small red gourd, and the singing "in his ear" became more and more ethereal, and finally turned into nothingness and completely calmed down.

The small gourd that shone with scorching red light is the spiritual origin of the middle-grade innate spiritual treasure——the red-skinned gourd.

Just leave a ray of divine sense on the bright red gourd, and this middle-grade innate spirit treasure will be successfully refined.

The last vestige of the red cloud between the sky and the earth... was erased just like that?

Han Shou sighed softly, and bowed to the bright red gourd: "May senior have a good journey!"

"The good words of seniors, 'Shou' must always be remembered in my heart!"

After finishing speaking, Han Shou jumped into the air towards the little gourd that was slowly floating in the air.

"Om~"

Following Han Shou's fit and pounce, the appearance of Han Shou was imprinted on the surface of the small gourd.

"Shu~"

The little gourd turned into the appearance of Han Shou, and the gourd was completely under his control in a moment of thought.

However, Han Shou sighed deeply at this time: "Senior, senior, since you know that both the body and the true spirit have fallen, and only the last ray of remnants are left to linger on, why do you still count on me, a junior?"

"Boom~"

Before he finished speaking, Han Shou, transformed into the little gourd, blew himself up.

……

Small Thousand Worlds, above the top of the mountain.

Han Shou, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and pointed to the red leather gourd hanging in front of his chest.

"town!"

"Oh~"

The Suihe jar above the head floated lightly onto the red leather gourd, and strips of black and yellow necklaces hung down to cover the Jiujiu Sanhu gourd!

"Fire!"

With a flick of the finger, a wisp of Samadhi True Fire silently wrapped the red-skinned gourd and burned slowly.

After proving the Dao of the Celestial Immortal, manipulating the Samadhi True Fire has become a basic ability of Han Shou, who can come and go when he calls it.

"Buzzing..."

The red-skinned gourd, which looked dull and unremarkable, suddenly trembled violently.

Hong Yun's startled and angry voice came: "What a junior, how did you find out?"

Han Shou pumped out the celestial energy with all his strength, and the Samadhi real fire wrapped in the red-skinned gourd rose a foot high, and he hammered the gourd violently, suppressing the dazzling red light from the mouth of the red-skinned gourd forcibly.

While refining the nine-nine scattered soul gourd with all his strength, he said calmly:

"Senior's flaws are too big. As soon as this junior's divine sense entered the gourd and heard you go to death, he thought that you were hunted down and hid the primordial purple energy in Xiaoxiu's body. Only the true spirit should have gone to reincarnation to seek a chance of survival. But insisting on waiting for Xiaoxiu to show up, and taking back the primordial purple energy at the expense of his true spirit, all prove one thing!"

"Ok?"

Struggling violently, the red-skinned gourd subconsciously calmed down, trying to break free from the suppression of the Suihe pot.

Han Shou mobilized Xianyuan silently, using the refining ability of Samadhi True Fire to the extreme, delaying time calmly:

"Senior regards the Primordial Purple Qi as extremely important, more important than life!"

"A senior who values ​​the primordial purple energy so much, even if the body falls and the true spirit is shattered, leaving only the last ray of remnants, how can he really let go of his obsession to regain the primordial purple energy so easily?"

"Hahahaha..." Hongyun's sorrowful laughter came from the gourd.

"What a sinister and cunning junior, it's Pindao who underestimated you, it's Pindao who underestimated you..."

"That's it, that's it!"

"Hateful! I hate that I, Hongyun, was born at the beginning of the sky, listened to Taoism in Zixiao Palace, and became friends with Sanqing, and finally died at the hands of an ant like you!"

"My Hongyun was born as an innate god, even if I fall, how can you, an acquired ant, win my great luck?"

"Buzz..."

The red cloud turned into a nine-nine scattered soul gourd again, and the mouth of the gourd exploded with red light. A wall of red sand that corroded everything shattered the black and yellow necklace hanging from the Suihe jar, and blasted straight at Han Shou.

This is Hongyun Burning's last remnant, the fatal blow that burst out.

Han Shou's pupils shrank, and he couldn't dodge being locked by the red sand. He could only watch helplessly as the red sand walls and curtains crashed into him.

"Wait a minute!"

"Senior, you have fallen into Zixiao Palace's scheme again without knowing it!"

"Huh~" The red sand wall curtain hovered an inch from the tip of the nose.

"Zixiao Palace is calculating? What do you mean by that?"

Cold sweat dripped from Han Shou's forehead.

He was terrified in his heart, the power of beheading the quasi-sage, even if only the last remnants were left, he could still drag him, a heavenly immortal, to die together.

He spoke quickly: "Senior, the one who really plotted against you was the one from Zixiao Palace, think about it carefully."

"The calculation of this round has been forcing you into a dead end step by step since the Primordial Purple Qi was distributed to you!"

Sight and spiritual thoughts enveloped the red sand wall curtain in front of him, and he was keenly aware of the rapid decline in power.

As long as there are more than a dozen more breaths, Hong Yun's last blow will no longer be a threat.

Han Shou silently apologized to Daozu in his heart.

He began to flicker: "Senior, think about it. When you gave your first sermon, you kindly gave up your seat to the great master of Buddhism, which caused the second master to knock Kunpeng off one of the six futons in the first row."

"However, for the third sermon in Zixiao Palace, the holy seats were distributed to the six people who heard the sermon in the first row."

"How could this be such a coincidence?"

"Wouldn't it be like a child's play if preaching and sanctification are just distributed according to the seat of the audience?"

The wall of red sand ejected from the gourd trembled slightly. Obviously, this was caused by Hongyun being touched by Han Shou's words.

"Don't talk nonsense, the most important thing in my Taoism is fate!"

"The six futons in the first row are the predestined relationship. No one knows before hearing the sermon that it is the holy seat, but it is the closest to the Taoist ancestor. No matter how far or near the Zixiao Palace is, there is no hindrance to hearing the sermon. Therefore, who would look at the futon?" too heavy?"

"I got the futon first, and then lost the futon, so I lost the predestined relationship to holiness!" Hong Yun's tone became stern.

Han Shou sneered: "Okay, I will calculate according to your thoughts, senior. You yourself said that you have lost the opportunity to prove the Tao. Why did the person from Zixiao Palace take out not six pieces of Primordial Purple Qi, but seven?"

"There were over [-] listeners back then, so why was this last one given to you?"

Nine Nine Scattered Soul Gourd trembled violently, the red sand wall curtain "rustle" shrank, and its power continued to decrease.

Han Shou held back his joy and raised his voice: "Senior, you don't think that this is the one who deliberately compensated you for losing your holy position?"

Hong Yun's tone became trembling: "Why not?"

"Xuanmen pays attention to the method of fate. Since you have missed the method of fate, how can you make up for it?"

"The one who didn't join the Dao at the time was already a Primordial Saint, how could he not know this truth?"

"Senior, do you... still think that the primordial purple energy is compensation?"

(End of this chapter)