Honghuang: People in Jiejiao, picking up entries to prove Hunyuan

Tong Ling, as the creator of the Red Dust Seven Emotions Sword, cannot actually freely control the Red Dust Laws contained in it.

The Great Dao Laws are the most essential Dao, and only the Golden Immortals are qualified to begin to truly comprehend and control them.

The Golden Immortals can only see, and then improve their horizons, and finally be influenced by the laws. Those who see the Dao are with the Dao, and a touch of immortal gold begins to condense in their primordial spirits.

Live as long as the heaven and earth, and shine as brightly as the sun and the moon.

This is the immortal Golden Immortal.

Since the Golden Immortal cannot control the laws, Tong Ling cannot control the Red Dust Seven Emotions Sword, a great sword power, when he was created by enlightenment, and the Red Dust Laws that it carries with it cannot control how much of it is released.

Every time the sword is slashed, it is connected to the Red Dust Avenue when it is created, and how many Red Dust Laws are integrated, and how many Red Dust Laws are released.

In this way, Qi Aotian was attacked by the rich laws of the mortal world. He experienced the illusion of greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, evil and desire, and his soul was greatly traumatized.

Tong Ling saw that the future mount he had set his eyes on was crying and laughing, angry and arrogant, and it was ramming and swinging randomly in the void.

A strong bloody aura emerged from his eyes, and he was about to go crazy.

"Ah! Feidan evil thief, I, Qi Aotian, swear in this life that I will kill you, you bastard!"

"Wuwuwu, You'er, I, Aotian, am sorry for you! I failed to protect you!"

"And my old subordinates...just wait...I, Aotian, will come to accompany you..."

"Ah! No! I can't die for the time being! I want to avenge You'er! I want to avenge those subordinates!"

"But that's the demon saint! I can't avenge him! It's better to die..."

Qi Aotian let out a series of sad cries and roars, and the whole Qilin's magic power was scattered, the body and blood were agitated, and the Yuanshen Zhenling was extremely unstable, with a tendency to self-destruct.

But it was on the verge of suicide.

Seeing that his future mount was going to commit suicide, Tong Ling thought that this was impossible, and hurried forward to stop it.

Waving his hand, he shot a Shangqing great magical power Shangqing Ningshen Xianguang full of calming and peaceful atmosphere towards the five-colored Qilin Qi Aotian.

Under the cover of Shangqing Ningshenxian Light, Qi Aotian's breath gradually stabilized.

The restless blood-red light in his eyes began to fade, and finally returned to nothing.

"Hu... Hu..." After returning to normal, Qi Aotian's huge five-colored Qilin body stopped colliding randomly in the void, and began to exhale heavily to restore his strength.

Looking at Tong Ling fiercely, Qi Aotian's eyes were filled with fear at this time.

Fortunately, he did not commit suicide, otherwise who would avenge You'er and his subordinates in the future?

Thinking of this, Qi Aotian's huge Qilin eyes were filled with hatred, and the manic mood in his heart became more and more vigorous, and he wanted to wreak havoc.

But thinking of the illusion experience just now, he knew that the Taoist in front of him, who looked at the mere Golden Immortal Taoism, had terrible magical powers, so he did not dare to act rashly or arrogantly.

Five-colored auspicious clouds were floating under his feet, but he was ready to retreat.

Seeing this, Tong Ling smiled and said, "Why, Qi Aotian, don't you want to avenge your You'er, don't you want to avenge your subordinates?"

Tong Ling saw it from the movement just now.

The five-colored Qilin named Qi Aotian in front of him spent the longest time and had the greatest emotional fluctuations when experiencing anger and hatred in the seven emotions illusion just now.

Combined with the sad cry and roar from his mouth just now, Tong Ling roughly guessed the tragic experience of this five-colored Qilin.

Knowing that this is a five-colored Qilin with a story.

To subdue this kind of mythical beast with a story as a mount, Tong Ling thinks it is better to attack the heart and force it to subdue it.

Otherwise, if he can't get the true loyalty of this five-colored Qilin, it will not be comfortable to ride it at that time.

"What did you say? Revenge?" Hearing the word revenge from Tong Ling's mouth, Qi Aotian stopped running, and the huge Qilin's eyes narrowed, staring straight at Tong Ling.

"You Taoist! Do you know what you are saying? Forget it, I think you are just arrogant. I'd better stay away from you." With that, Qi Aotian's huge five-colored Qilin body turned around and galloped away.

But after running for only a moment, it seemed to be pulled by something and stopped in the void.

The one who pulled Qi Aotian was none other than Tong Ling, who was watching Qi Aotian escape leisurely, and just uttered a sentence.

"I am the disciple of the Shangqing Saint. You should recognize this Shangqing Talisman, right? Also, don't you want to seek revenge on the demon saint Fei Dan of the demon clan? How difficult is that? If you become my mount, then I have a plan to help you get your revenge!"......

The sky was blue and clear, the breeze was gentle, and the sunset glowed.

A huge five-colored unicorn stepped on the auspicious clouds and galloped towards a certain direction.

On the back of the unicorn, Tong Ling, who was handsome and graceful, was lying comfortably, feeling the soft fur of the five-colored unicorn, a luxurious mount.

'Tsk tsk, it is worthy of being one of the three dominant races in the Longhan period. It is comfortable to ride, and it is also the king of the unicorn family, the five-colored unicorn. This can be called a limited edition super luxury sports car in the previous life. '

"Comfortable..."

Not long ago, Tong Ling attacked the heart of the five-colored unicorn Qi Aotian and subdued it as a mount.

But now he no longer rides the cloud, but rides the five-colored unicorn instead.

"Master, can you tell me your plan now? How can we kill the demon saint Fei Dan?"

"If you can ask the Shangqing Saint to help, you can definitely kill the demon saint Fei Dan!" Qi Aotian asked in a muffled voice while stepping on the five-colored auspicious clouds and galloping towards Wuyi Mountain.

His tone was quite urgent.

He was willing to recognize Tong Ling as his master and be Tong Ling's mount. Naturally, it was not mindless submission, but he really thought that Tong Ling had the hope of revenge for him.

Just now, when Tong Ling took out the Shangqing Talisman, Qi Aotian knew that Tong Ling was a disciple of the saint.

But this identity only made Qi Aotian quite awed in his heart, and it was impossible for him to bow down.

It was not until Tong Ling took out the "Shangfang Sword" - the Qingping Sword, the proof of the Tao of Tongtian Sect Master, that Qi Aotian bowed down obediently and volunteered to become Tong Ling's mount.

At the same time, he was also looking forward to the plan mentioned by Tong Ling.

As long as Tong Ling can help him get revenge, he will be willing to die for Tong Ling in the future!

Tong Ling lay comfortably on Qilin's back. Hearing Qi Aotian's rather anxious question, he smiled and said, "Aotian, you can't be so impatient."

"The strategy of your master is to wait."

"Just wait patiently. In the future, you will have a chance to get revenge."

"Besides, your Yuanshen Zhenling has been blinded by hatred. Your mentality has become impatient and you are prone to impulsiveness. This is not okay and must be changed."

"This Shangqing Ningshen Xianguang, I will use it for you once in a while in the future to get rid of your impatience."

"Got it." Qi Aotian responded honestly after hearing what Tong Ling said.

As long as revenge can be achieved, what does waiting mean?

He can wait!

"Yeah." Tong Ling nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and a ray of Shangqing Ningshen Immortal Light shot into Qi Aotian's huge Qilin head, making him feel refreshed and transparent, and his impatience was much relieved.

'This fairy light tastes good. It can come once in a while. My master, who is the direct disciple of the saint, is good to me.' Qi Aotian muttered in his heart, stepped on the five-colored auspicious clouds, and the speed of galloping increased again.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, above the winding and majestic Wuyi Fairy Mountain, a five-colored Qilin, stepping on the five-colored auspicious clouds, galloped over.

Tong Ling stood up and stood on the broad Qilin's back, looking down at the Wuyi Fairy Mountain below, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

'Lost treasure money, and the mother tree Dahongpao, I, Tong Ling, am here. '