Honghuang: How can I be invincible after death?

Chapter 72 Funeral of Ye Changqing

The purple Milky Way hangs upside down above the nine heavens, and the torrent of water descends from the sky, stirring up layers of mist.

As if the air of chaos had met its nemesis, it retreated for billions of billions of miles away.

The creatures in the prehistoric world have never felt that the sky is so clear.

The demon master Kunpeng's body covers the sky and the sun, but it keeps shrinking when flying towards Tianhe.

Compared with the huge purple Tianhe, Kunpeng is just a small tadpole.

He constantly changed angles to find a way out of the huge air current and moved forward with difficulty.

The spreading purple mist doubled his confidence, and he turned into a kun and fell into the water of Tianhe impatiently.

Various graceful feelings of satisfaction, expansion, and abundance washed his soul.

At this moment, he got his wish and experienced the pleasure of a saint.

But this feeling was like a fleeting glimpse, and then he found that his body and soul were gradually falling apart.

"No!"

The demon master Kunpeng uttered his final roar, and was annihilated in the vast ocean of purple energy that he wanted even in his dreams.

The primordial purple energy has run through his life, and it is his greatest pursuit. Such an ending is cruel and satisfying.

At least in the last moment of his life, he experienced unprecedented happiness.

"This……"

The fate of the demon master Kunpeng frightened the Patriarch Styx who had the same idea.

Even if he fails to become a saint, he can have an endless life span.

The sea of ​​blood does not dry up, and the Styx does not die!

Even if the saint shot him, he was confident of surviving.

He took a deep breath and dropped the thought.

Compared with dreams, life is still the most important!
"Teacher, we..."

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the heavy-faced ancestor Hongjun, hesitant to speak.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is very bitter, and he has always been proud of himself as a saint.

But in front of those hundreds of figures, he was as fragile as an ant.

Ancestor Hongjun is very embarrassed now, wondering if it was a mistake to coax Master Tongtian into signing the list of gods?
Let alone him, so what if it is the way of heaven?
Now it has long disappeared, probably hiding in a corner in the depths of chaos and shivering.

Although it forcibly cut off contact with him, he could still feel waves of panic passing over.

Click click!

The creatures on the other side of the sky mark stretched out their big hands, grabbed both sides of the crack and forcibly opened the entrance to the prehistoric world.

"almost!"

He tried to shrink his figure a bit, restrained his aura, and stepped on the waves of the purple Tianhe downstream.

Bang bang bang!
With his entry, the entire prehistoric world began to tremble.

Fortunately, after being blessed, it persisted and did not collapse on the spot.

Those personal figures got in from the scar of the sky one by one, just like a group of giants entered the kingdom of villains.

One day in the future, Patriarch Hongjun will still wake up from his deep sleep, recalling the fear of being dominated by Hongmeng creatures on this day.

"Let's go..."

"Let's go see him off too..."

Ancestor Hongjun's words were full of bitterness, now what else can they do but bow their heads?

He didn't want to anger this group of monsters because of this, they could destroy the prehistoric world in an instant if they leaked a breath.

Hundreds of figures fell on Jin'ao Island and turned into creatures of different shapes, men and women.

Some of them have a face at the front and back, a sad smiling face on one side, and a sad smiling face on the other.

Some of them are a thick fog, not even solid.

Some of them are four images composed of a human head, a leopard body, a snake tail, and dragon claws.

Even a saint of the level of Patriarch Hongjun couldn't understand what kind of existence they were.

If they hadn't appeared in front of him today, he would have no idea at all.

At this moment, Hongmeng's burial coffin was fully opened, and the purple haze dissipated, revealing its true face.

There is a purple world, full of desolation, decay, ominous and decaying atmosphere.

Hundreds of Hongmeng God Clan looked at that world with sad expressions, as if they were recalling the past.

What was buried in the Hongmeng burial coffin was their former hometown.

Although only partly, they also saw the traces left by their past.

Unexpectedly, their master Ye Changqing buried part of his homeland in it when he was fighting against the catastrophe of annihilation.

This part of the primordial world is just fragments of the original world, but it is also billions of times larger than the prehistoric world.

Even if these prehistoric sages tried their best to think about it, they couldn't imagine what a glorious era it was.

"Owner!"

"we are coming!"

The leader of the Hongmeng God Clan looked at Ye Changqing solemnly and said.

Next, they will personally bury him in the homeland of Hongmeng's burial coffin.

The nine nine-day dragons will pull it to the void, and finally reach the eternal world to become the master of the eternal world and obtain eternal life.

Oh oh oh!
A burst of ancient horns whimpered, and the tragic music infected everyone present.

Not only that, even heaven and earth mourned for Ye Changqing, and the vision of heaven weeping blood appeared again.

All the creatures in the prehistoric world were also infected, and they prostrated themselves on the ground looking in the direction of Jinao Island and began to worship continuously.

Hundreds of primordial beings slowly lifted Ye Changqing's body, walking extremely slowly step by step.

The Master Tongtian followed behind them with tears in his eyes.

Immediately behind him were Sanxiao, Liushen, the Ruthless Empress and a group of women.

For them, Ye Changqing was the most important man who influenced their lives.

Zhao Gongming, Daoist Duobao, and Ten Heavenly Lord of Jinao Island followed their footsteps silently with Jiejiao Wanxian.

It is said that men do not cry easily, but they have not reached the sad part.

"Eldest brother, go all the way!"

Jiejiao Wanxian wiped away his tears, not knowing when we will see each other again today.

Behind the Jiejiao disciples are Huangtian Emperor, Ye Tiandi, Heihuang, Duan De and other three thousand immortal kings from other worlds.

They were either enlightened by Ye Changqing, or received his guidance, and finally reached the level of the fairy king.

Ye Changqing is also a teacher and a friend to them, and it is difficult to say goodbye when they meet each other. This time when they meet again, it becomes a forever farewell.

Following behind the Three Thousand Immortal Kings were Patriarch Hongjun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lao Tzu, and the two sages of the West with uncertain expressions.

They lowered their proud heads, followed at the end of the line, and saw Ye Changqing off.

Perhaps this is not out of original intention, but out of fear of these powerful creatures.

"Congratulations to the master!"

"Master, let's go!"

"Congratulations to Senior Brother!"

"Congratulations to send Immortal Master!"

"Congratulations to Master Jiejiao!"

Amidst howls of reluctance, Ye Changqing was buried in the Hongmeng world in the Hongmeng burial coffin.

On that piece of homeland, there is an inner and outer coffin that is exactly the same as Hongmeng's burial sky coffin.

He was buried in that small coffin, and the past was engraved on the tombstone.

Ye Changqing

Master of Hongmeng

Cut off the first disciple
Master of Immortal Kings
Lord of the Eternal World
A jar of old wine on his grave exudes the aroma of time, and his life is displayed in pictures.

(The results are not very satisfactory. The author has been working hard. There may be a lot of typos sometimes. I hope everyone will forgive me. Sometimes my brain is not very good when I code and stay up late every day. Thank you for your encouragement these days. I hope you can support me a lot .)
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