Prehistoric: Across The Country

Good Fortune Qinglian was promoted to Chaos Spirit Treasure, and her defensive power was greatly improved, even a saint's attack could be resisted.

One must know that all saints are ants, even if Hong Lei has a perfect Hunyuan Realm cultivation, he would not dare to confront the saint head-on.

In the past, Hong Lei relied on his immeasurable merits to be confident that he would not worry about Sanqing killing him, but now most of his merits have been consumed, which is not enough to protect his safety.

With the Thirty-Rank Good Fortune Qinglian, Hong Lei has the trump card to save his life. Even if he encounters a saint, he can do one or two, so as not to ruin his life.

"call out!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Hong Lei directly put away the 30th Grade Good Fortune Qinglian.

After all, the magic weapon is a foreign object, and it is fundamental to improve the strength. Hongmeng Ziqi not only allows the system to collect information and data, but also allows Hong Lei to deepen his understanding of the Dao.

Hong Lei sat cross-legged, his spiritual thoughts merged into the majestic purple air, and he felt the Dao pattern in it, wanting to comprehend all the three thousand laws to a perfect degree.

"Boom!"

Three thousand laws emerged from Hong Lei's body, condensing into three thousand roads and long rivers, which echoed each other with the majestic purple energy.

Looking at it at a glance, the Hall of Divine Martial Arts seems to be surrounded by the Three Thousand Avenues, and the Taoist sound like Huang Zhong Dalu resounds for no reason, proclaiming the entire coast of the East China Sea.

Many disciples in the dojo are obsessed with the sound of the Tao, and even the creatures living on the coast of the East China Sea approach Penglai Four Immortals Island, as if they want to listen to the Tao.

"The disciples of the human religion obey the order, stop all the affairs in hand, and concentrate on feeling the Dao handed down by the leader!"

The Queen Mother of the West saw the voice of the No-Emperor Taoism coming from the Shenwu Hall, and hurriedly summoned people to teach the disciples to enlighten the Tao.

This is a rare opportunity. If an ordinary monk can understand a sentence, it will be easy to break through the realm.

After continuous reproduction and development, the human race has expanded to hundreds of millions, scattered all over Penglai Island.

They know that the leader seldom preaches and dispels doubts. If they don't seize the opportunity now, they will regret it when the opportunity passes.

Hundreds of millions of disciples of the Renjiao sat cross-legged, listening to the immeasurable Dao voice from the Shenwu Hall.

The majestic aura on the island scattered towards everyone, encouraging them to improve their cultivation.

Hong Lei fell into enlightenment, he didn't know that when he comprehended the primordial purple energy, there was a sound of Taoism invisibly, even if he knew it, he wouldn't mind.

As the leader of Renjiao, Hong Lei seldom preaches to the disciples of Renjiao, so this time he should preach for them to clear up their doubts!

The entire Penglai Island of Four Immortals is covered by the Wuhuangdao pattern, billowing auspicious clouds cover all directions, and golden lotuses of Taoism are suspended in the void, providing cultivation resources for the disciples of the Renjiao.

Outside the island, there are many creatures sitting cross-legged in the void, or floating on the sea, listening to the voice of the Supreme Dao.

Hong Lei practiced in seclusion, he didn't care about the outside world, and he didn't notice the rapid passage of time.

Since the upsurge of competing for the Primordial Purple Qi ended, the Great Desolate Continent has returned to its former peace, and battles between the witch clan and the demon court have occurred from time to time.

Chanjiao, Jijiao and Xixijiao each teach their disciples, and it seems that they intend to compare the disciples of sects.

In the Wuzhuang Temple of Honghuang Continent, Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi sat cross-legged under the ginseng fruit tree.

"The Primordial Purple Qi has left my body, the crisis of Wuzhuang Temple has been resolved, and the poor Dao should also leave!"

Hong Yun slowly opened her eyes and expressed her inner thoughts to Zhen Yuanzi.

When Hong Yun hid in Wuzhuang Guanduo, now that Hongmeng Ziqi has moved his hands, he naturally doesn't need to continue hiding.

Without the primordial purple energy, Hongyun could only look for another opportunity, otherwise how would he catch up with other monks.

"Although the crisis of the Wuzhuang Temple has been resolved, fellow Daoist Hong Lei said that your disaster has not passed. If you leave the Taoist temple, you are afraid that a disaster will come!"

Zhen Yuanzi didn't want Hong Yun to leave just like that, after all Hong Lei's warning was still in his ears.

If there is no catastrophe for Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi will naturally not stop him, but the catastrophe has not passed yet, if he leaves easily, it is difficult for him to guarantee what the consequences will be.

"Fellow daoist, don't worry, Hong Lei gave me the time-space talisman, which can save my life and worry about it. In addition, all the powers of all parties are afraid of being beaten, who dares to block Dao!"

Hong Yun was full of confidence, he didn't take his own crisis seriously, and immediately bowed slightly to Zhen Yuanzi, then turned into a red light and flew towards Wuzhuang Temple.

Hong Yun insisted on leaving, so Zhen Yuanzi naturally couldn't stop him, he only hoped that he could survive the catastrophe.

In the prehistoric Western Continent, in the Great Hall of Great Heroes in Lingshan, Zhunti was preaching to the disciples of the Western Cult, when he suddenly sensed Hongyun's departure, he was overjoyed.

Zhunti's holy position was given up by Hongyun, and the two of them formed a great karma. If this karma is not resolved, it will be a disaster after all.

The karma of sanctification is greater than the sky. If Hongyun comes to him to repay the karma, Zhunti will not be able to pay it back.

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The only way is to let the red cloud dissipate completely, so that cause and effect will naturally cease to exist.

Zhunti originally thought that there are many Zhunsheng guarding outside Wuzhuang Temple, and Dijun, Kunpeng and others are watching, and they should be able to kill Hongyun.

Who would have thought that Hong Lei's meddling would not only resolve Hongyun's crisis, but also snatch Hongmeng's purple energy, making the Primordial monks feel extremely afraid of him.

Now, Hongyun left Wuzhuang Temple [just happened to kill him without anyone noticing.

The prehistoric quasi-sage must have no hope, and only the good corpse of Zhunti can go out and kill Hongyun.

"call out!"

With a wave of Zhunti's sleeve, a wave of heavenly power shielded the secrets of the heavens in all directions, making it impossible for countless great powers to detect the trace of Hongyun.

At the same time, his good corpse turned into a ray of mysterious light and flew towards the Great Desolate Lu.

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In the prehistoric continent, on the top of a rock with overlapping dangerous peaks, Hong Yun, dressed in a red Taoist robe, is aimlessly looking for opportunities.

Hongyu lost her majestic purple energy, so she had to find another opportunity to testify to the Dao. After holding back in Wuzhuang Temple for a long time, she finally came out.

"It's still free in the Great Desolate Continent, without being restrained!"

Hongyun murmured, and was about to cruise elsewhere when a ray of light fell in front of him.

"call out!"

The bright rays of the sun manifested into a figure, and I saw him wearing a Xuanqing Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, holding a dust whisk, and majestic Taoist rhyme flowing around him, the coercion belonging to the middle stage of the quasi-sage is hidden but not uttered.

Blossoming golden lotuses rose from the feet of the Taoist, emitting infinite Buddha light, as if to illuminate the heavens through the ages, leading monks to practice Zen to be good.

Hong Yun showed surprise on his face, he always likes to make friends with Taoists, and when he saw the ethereal rhyme and radiance of the people coming, he felt a sense of greeting.

"Poverty Hongyun, dare to ask who is your friend?"

The old man flicked the dust whisk slightly and said with a smile.

"The Patriarch Bodhi of the Poor Dao lives in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai!"

The person who came was none other than Zhunti’s Shanshi Bodhi Patriarch. Isn’t Lingtai’s Fangcun Mountain the same as the Western Ancestor’s Lingshan Mountain!

If Hong Lei was here, he would definitely be able to see the true identity of Patriarch Bodhi, but Hong Yun's knowledge is limited, so how could he know that he is Zhunti's good corpse.

"It turns out that you are a friend of Bodhi. I don't know what is the importance of coming here?"

Hongyun didn't know that he was in a crisis, but he even greeted Patriarch Bodhi, which is really worrying. .