Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

In the Luofu Cave, Liu Er scratched his head, "Master, there are hundreds of millions of humans. If we really want to save the humans, our little strength is simply not enough."

"Who said we are the only ones with this little strength?"

Zhao Gongming smiled and shook his head, "Let's go, follow me to a paradise in the cave to visit a fellow king who has attained the Tao and is a true immortal."

"A true immortal?"

Liu Er was confused, but he followed Zhao Gongming and flew away from Mount Emei.

In the vast space, as far as the eye can see, two golden lights broke through the void in the blink of an eye and flew towards the established target.

"Master, the Taoist True Immortal you mentioned is Zhen Yuanzi?"

"Yes, it's Zhen Yuanzi."

"I heard that Zhen Yuanzi has a withdrawn character. Since the death of his friend Hongyun, he has been practicing on Wanshou Mountain and has never cared about worldly affairs. If you ask for him, will he help?"

"Don't worry, he will definitely do it."

During the conversation between the two, half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

In front of Zhao Gongming, a beautiful and lush mountain appeared.

Although the mountain is not as majestic as Kunlun Mountain, it still makes people admire it when looking from a distance.

"Master, this should be Longevity Mountain."

Zhao Gongming and Liu Er slowly landed in front of the gate of Wanshou Mountain.

Looking at the vermilion door in front of him, Liu Er stepped forward and knocked.

After a while, two footsteps came from inside the door, and the door was pushed open.

Two boys in their teens, with red lips and white teeth, walked out.

"These should be the two boys beside Zhen Yuanzi, Qingfeng Mingyue, right?"

Zhao Gongming secretly speculated in his heart.

"Who are you, and why are you knocking on the gate of my Wuzhuang Temple?"

Breeze and Mingyue frowned. They were sleeping soundly just now when they were woken up. Naturally, they felt anxious about getting up.

Zhao Gongming cupped his hands towards the two of them and said with a smile, "Zhao Gongming, the eldest disciple of Tongtian Sage's sect on Jiejiao Island on Jin'ao Island, came here today because he has a great thing to tell Senior Zhen Yuanzi."

"Are you a disciple of a saint?"

Qingfeng Mingyue was a little shocked.

"Replacement guaranteed."

Zhao Gongming circulated his magic power and exuded the authentic Shangqing Xuanmen aura.

The breeze, the bright moon, and the pure Taoist methods of practice can be seen at a glance, it turns out that the disciples of the saint are really visiting.

The two of them did not dare to lose their etiquette and hurriedly handed over their hands, "Qingfeng, Mingyue has met senior brother Gongming."

"No need to be polite,"

After confirming that Zhao Gongming's identity was correct, the two of them soon focused on the last half of Zhao Gongming's words.

Is there a great thing you want to tell the Patriarch?

Who doesn't know that since the death of Uncle Hongyun, his master has been depressed all day long, unable to leave or take any steps forward.

At the same time, he stayed behind closed doors and didn't see visitors. He didn't even care about combing the earth's veins and earning merit.

Qingfeng Mingyue really doesn't know, except for the news about Uncle Hongyun.

What other good things can be done to make my teacher happy?

"I dare to ask Senior Brother Gongming, what do you mean by that good thing?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head, "You go in first and let me know. You will know by then."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Qingfeng Mingyue's face, "But Master has already said that he will not see guests."

"Then show this to your teacher."

Zhao Gongming shook his head, took out the fragment of a Nine-Nine Red Cloud Soul-Removing Gourd, and handed it to Qingfeng Mingyue.

"This is. This is the relic of Uncle Hongyun!"

Qingfeng Mingyue looked at the dark red fragment in her hand, her mouth wide open.

"Please wait a moment, Senior Brother Gongming, I'll pass the message right away."

The breeze and the bright moon did not stop for a moment, and rushed into the Wuzhuang Temple like the wind.

After a few breaths, a terrifying energy suddenly erupted in Wuzhuang Temple.

"Stab it!"

The void was torn apart like a piece of white paper.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with three long strands of beard under his chin, and a face like a crown of jade appeared in front of Zhao Gongming.

He looked Zhao Gongming up and down, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he quickly took out the fragments of the soul-dispelling gourd that Zhao Gongming gave to Qingfeng Mingyue, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Master Nephew Gongming, where did you get this fragment?"

Zhao Gongming smiled bitterly and pointed to the gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi immediately understood and quickly invited Zhao Gongming in.

Sitting in the main hall, brewing fragrant tea, and seeing Zhao Gongming take a sip happily, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't wait to ask.

"Master Nephew Gongming, where did you get this fragment? Brother Hongyun."

"The scattered soul of Jiujiu Hongyun has been shattered. It is true that Master Hongyun died and fell."

Zhao Gongming said honestly.

"Brother Hongyun really died?"

Zhen Yuanzi's face turned green and white for a while. The late-stage quasi-sage's magic power started rioting in his body, and he was faintly unable to control it.

I don't know when, his eyes were filled with tears, "Brother Hongyun"

When Hongyun was chased by Kunpeng and Donghuang Taiyi and disappeared, he deduced the secret and figured out the glimmer of hope that existed in the dark.

But he didn't expect that he was wrong after all. Brother Hongyun was gone forever and really fell!

If he had known this, he would definitely go to heaven to seek justice for Brother Hongyun.

Zhao Gongming was shocked when he looked at the crazy Zhen Yuanzi.

The dignified ancestor of the earthly immortals would not be called crazy by just a few words from him!

"Uncle Zhenyuan, don't be too anxious to be sad. As the saying goes, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, everything has a glimmer of hope. My nephew happened to meet Uncle Hongyun."

"You, what did you say?"

The crystal in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes trembled and dripped.

"I said, I met Uncle Hongyun."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and took out the innate soul-raising gourd.

A warm air flowed through the main hall of Wuzhuang Temple, making people feel extremely warm and comfortable.

Zhao Gongming opened the innate soul-nurturing gourd, and a faint voice came from inside.

"Brother, Hongyun Hongyun is back. After so many years, are you okay?"

The sound was weak, but when it fell in Zhen Yuanzi's ears, it was no less than the sound of thunder.

"Brother Hongyun's voice, he is really back!"

Zhen Yuanzi's nose felt sour, and two tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Brother Hongyun, eldest brother is here. This is Wuzhuang Temple. As long as eldest brother is here, no one can hurt you anymore."

Zhen Yuanzi said with runny nose and tears, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sound from the soul-raising gourd.

He quickly looked at Zhao Gongming, "Senior nephew Gongming, what's going on?"

Zhao Gongming replied, "When I traveled to the East China Sea, I accidentally got the broken soul-dispersing gourd, and a wisp of the remnant soul of Master Hongyun that was about to be disintegrated and returned to the world of spirits. I originally wanted to send it to Longevity Mountain immediately."

"But Master Hongyun's injuries were so severe that his soul was almost dried up, and there was a possibility that his soul would be scattered at any time. Fortunately, I had the sect's most important treasure, the soul-nurturing gourd, and I was able to barely maintain the remaining soul of Master Hongyun so that he could not survive. If it gets worse, it will be repaired slowly. Not long ago, the remnant soul became stable, and I dared to bring Master Hongyun to see Master Zhenyuan."