This wilderness is too dangerous

What did Yuanlian see?

In the boundless sea of ​​blood, a ruined palace was floating in the sea of ​​blood, drifting with the waves.

The light of the palace was almost completely extinguished, and the endless bloody and turbid air was still constantly eroding the spirituality of the palace's spiritual treasures.

Looking through the broken gap in the palace, you can clearly see a ragged figure with blood all over his body sitting cross-legged. He lowered his head and swayed with the waves, as if he had lost his mind.

Although he couldn't see his appearance, Yuanlian recognized his identity at a glance. He was Kunpeng!

"Strange, how could he appear in the sea of ​​blood, and it seems that he is almost dead." Yuanlian's eyes flashed with doubt.

He remembered that the last time he saw Kunpeng was in the extreme west of the West Sea, when he found the Dinghai Shenzhu.

Could it be...

Yuanlian's heart trembled, and he had an idea in his mind. Could it be that Zulong also attacked Kunpeng and accidentally beat him to the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood?

Does Kunpeng have a grudge against the dragon clan?

Perhaps, he does. Although the causal relationship between him and the dragon clan is not as great as his own, it is reasonable for Zulong to destroy him.

No wonder...

Yuanlian suddenly realized that if Zulong really beat him into the Netherworld Blood Sea, it is reasonable for Kunpeng to be in such a state now, almost on the verge of death.

After all, he was also miserable at the beginning. Although Zulong may have just dealt with Kunpeng casually, it is estimated that Kunpeng also paid a huge price to escape.

You can see it from the broken innate spiritual treasure.

Moreover, how long has it been since that battle?

It has been several Yuanhui. Think about it, the seriously injured and dying Kunpeng fell into the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the origin of the spiritual treasure was broken.

After several Yuanhui of blood sea washing and endless negative emotions, he has been able to persist until now without falling, which is already extraordinary for Kunpeng.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Kunpeng is not bad either. He can be a good helper in dealing with the dragon clan in the future."

After hesitating for a moment, Yuanlian decided to lend a helping hand.

There was no other way. As a congenital saint, who made him a saint with noble character?

It was definitely not because it didn't cost anything at all, it was just a piece of cake.

With a thought, Yuanlian no longer hesitated, stepped out of the billions of miles of sea, and headed straight for Kunpeng.

In less than a hundred years, Yuanlian appeared beside the palace, and with a light wave of her hand, she absorbed and refined the boundless bloody and filthy air lingering around the palace.

Then, a ray of pure spiritual light was shot out, covering the entire palace, purifying those lingering resentful thoughts.

After doing this, Yuanlian took a step forward, entered from the gap in the palace, and came to Kunpeng's side.

"Huh! Hehe... Roar..."

As if sensing someone approaching, Kunpeng slowly raised his head, and his blood-red eyes revealed an extremely complicated look.

It was a combination of cruelty, resentment, murderous intent, struggle, and tenacity, all kinds of expressions intertwined, making his eyes look extremely terrifying.

"Sure enough, the primordial spirit and true spirit were all eroded, leaving only the will to fight stubbornly, unwilling to sink into this."

Yuan Lian sighed in his heart, and also had some admiration.

Sure enough, in this prehistoric world, all innate sacred people, regardless of their background or strength, have extraordinary wills.

"Kunpeng, I didn't expect that you and I would meet again in this sea of ​​blood." Yuan Lian said softly, with a serious look on his face, "For the sake of being innate sacred, I will save you even if I suffer heavy losses and spend endless resources and energy."

This kind of thing, I have to say it in advance, saving you, but it took me a lot of effort, it's not something that can be passed by just saying "thank you fellow Taoist".

"I'm going to take action. If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent to save you." Seeing that Kunpeng was still unconscious, Yuanlian immediately shot a pure spiritual light into his soul.

"Hehe..."

The light shone brightly, covering Kunpeng's body. Suddenly, Kunpeng's body suddenly straightened up, and a suppressed, painful, hoarse roar came out of his throat.

The extreme pain made his face distorted, his eyes bulged, and blood flowed in his eyes.

But this boundless pain seemed to make him sober a little. He grabbed the floor tiles with both hands, leaving deep finger marks, and the sharp and piercing sound made people numb.

"Hold on, if you want to restore the clarity of your soul and the purity of your true spirit, you must purify and eliminate all these filthy evil thoughts."

Yuanlian reminded Kunpeng in a calm tone, and shot several bright spiritual lights again, rushing into Kunpeng's soul arrogantly, shining brightly.

At this moment, two powerful forces used the soul as a battlefield. These evil thoughts were like poisonous insects parasitic in his soul. The Pure Light was like a sharp knife, digging and digging in his soul full of holes...

The pain of removing these evil thoughts like maggots attached to the bones can be imagined.

Yuanlian, Hongyun and Zhunti have a deep understanding of this process.

But Kunpeng seemed to be really awake. He did not resist, but curled up in pain, twitching all over, and roared like a beast in his throat.

"It's better to have a short pain than a long one. Just bear it." Yuanlian raised his eyebrows slightly and burst out suddenly.

Infinite light shone, hundreds and thousands of spiritual lights rushed into his soul arrogantly, and in one breath, these corrosive resentments were completely purified.

"Roar!!! Zulong, I will never forgive you, the dragon clan!!"

The pain that was a million times stronger than before came like a tide, and Kunpeng straightened up and roared to the sky.

The resentment was so deep that even the water of the four seas could not wash it away.

After a moment, Kunpeng collapsed to the ground powerlessly, his eyes completely regained clarity, but the bloodshot eyes still faintly told of the pain he was enduring.

"Take it." Yuanlian flicked his finger, and a drop of Three Lights Divine Water floated in front of Kunpeng.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Yuanlian, for saving my life and protecting the Dao. Kunpeng will remember it in his heart." Kunpeng got up with difficulty and bowed solemnly.

Yuanlian said "hmm" softly, and Kunpeng took the Three Lights Divine Water and swallowed it in one gulp.

Feeling the mighty and surging power of creation surging in his body, Kunpeng was relieved a lot, and his expression gradually calmed down.

When the power of this drop of the holy medicine of creation was completely absorbed, Kunpeng's injuries were almost half healed.

His injuries were very serious, and a drop of Three Lights Divine Water was not enough to completely recover him, but Yuanlian did not intend to give him more.

After all, if you act too relaxed and casual, it seems that the weight of this favor has also become lighter.

Don't test people's hearts easily.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanlian, this time it's really thanks to you. If you hadn't appeared here and rescued me, I'm afraid I would not be able to escape this disaster." Kunpeng looked happy, but also a little scared.

If it was another ten thousand or eight thousand years later, Kunpeng really couldn't guarantee that he could still hold on. If he was eroded and even lost his self-will, what else would he have?

Just a decayed walking corpse!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The murderous intent in his heart towards the dragon clan was like this sea of ​​blood, surging and endless.

However, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Yuanlian with a strange look in his eyes, "Oh, by the way, Daoist Yuanlian, how did you appear here? And what realm are you in?"

Yuanlian chuckled, "Nothing, I was discussing Dao with a few saints, and accidentally fell into the turbulent flow of the void, and was swept into this netherworld blood sea."

Speaking of this, Yuanlian paused, and then said: "As for the realm of cultivation! Fortunately, I broke through to the early stage of Taiyi."

Yuanlian just explained a few words briefly, after all, everyone was not very familiar with each other, so it was not convenient to say so much.

He changed the subject and said, "By the way, Daoist Kunpeng, how did you come to this blood sea?"

Although it is speculated that there is a high probability that he was knocked down by Zulong, it is not important. Anyway, change the topic and take the initiative.

Sure enough, hearing what Yuanlian said, Kunpeng's eyes suddenly sank, "Do you remember that day when we met in the extreme west?"

Yuanlian nodded and said nothing.

"That time, Zulong attacked and directly broke a corner of my innate spiritual treasure and destroyed my immortal body. My soul attached to the spiritual treasure and barely escaped, but I didn't expect..."

Kunpeng slowly told the story, and Yuanlian listened quietly.

As expected, after Kunpeng escaped, he directly escaped into the chaotic flow of the void to escape, but he didn't expect that he would plunge into the netherworld blood sea.

Already seriously injured, facing the erosion of the endless blood sea, he could only hide in the spiritual treasure to recover his body.

He had thought about resisting the blood sea, but the result was obvious.

For several Yuanhui, Kunpeng used the power of the innate spiritual treasure to resist the erosion of the blood sea.

But as Yuanlian had thought before, in this blood sea, it was extremely unfriendly to the sacredness of cultivating innate spiritual energy. There was only consumption, no replenishment.

Over time, Kunpeng's mana was drained bit by bit.

He began to take medicine. The remaining elixirs in the palace were all eaten up, and the materials for immortal medicine were also eaten up. In the end, he had no choice but to absorb the blood evil and turbid air in the sea of ​​blood to restore his magic power.

But this was like drinking poison to quench thirst. While recovering his magic power and resisting stubbornly, he was also infected little by little, until finally, his primordial spirit and true spirit were all eroded, leaving only a little true spirit will.

Lingbao had no magic power to control it, and could only rely on its own spirituality to resist the erosion of the sea of ​​blood. In the end, the spirituality of the Lingbao was almost wiped out.

Fortunately, Kunpeng waited for Yuanlian in the end.

"The cause and effect will eventually be understood. Let's find a way to get out of the sea of ​​blood first." Yuanlian said, and turned to walk out of the palace.