Chapter 36: Saving Hongyun, Injuring Tai Yi, Second Wu-Demon War Begins

Hongyun was trying to run away while Kunpeng and Tai Yi were confronting each other, but he was blocked by someone. This person was Feidan, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints.

"Stay obediently! It's best not to think about running! Otherwise, you won't even be able to leave a whole corpse!" Feidan's sinister voice appeared behind Hongyun.

Hongyun's body tightened. In fact, his strength was stronger than Feidan's, but at this time he didn't dare to move, because Feidan was not alone.

Besides Feidan, there were other eight Great Demon Saints. His strength was stronger than Feidan's, but if the Nine Great Demon Saints swarmed up, his only end would be death.

"Tai Yi, you leave now, and I will pretend you didn't come today," Kunpeng looked at Tai Yi coldly.

"Kunpeng, I also tell you clearly, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng is not something you can covet. As long as you are in the Demon Court for one day, you are a subject of the Demon Court, and my brother and I are the rulers, understand?" Seeing Kunpeng like this, Tai Yi didn't pretend anymore. He looked directly at Kunpeng and said coldly.

"Ruler? Subject?" A look of disdain and mockery appeared on Kunpeng's face.

If it weren't for their suppression by force back then, Kunpeng wouldn't have been forced to join the Demon Court.

He created the Demon Script for the Demon Court, thinking that in the Demon Clan, in the Demon Court, he could finally have a place. But now it seems that it was just his own wishful thinking!

"This Purple Qi of Hongmeng was originally my thing. If you dare to reach out, I will try my best to kill you here!" Kunpeng looked at Tai Yi with strong killing intent.

"You can try!" Tai Yi reached out and summoned the Chaos Bell, looking at Kunpeng coldly.

Now Tai Yi was also a one-corpse Quasi-Saint. Although Kunpeng promoted to Quasi-Saint a little earlier than him, with the advantage of the innate supreme treasure Chaos Bell, Tai Yi had the confidence to suppress Kunpeng.

"Try it!" Kunpeng snorted coldly and rushed toward Tai Yi.

When rushing toward Tai Yi, Kunpeng shook his whole body, and a layer of faint merit golden light appeared on his body, which made Tai Yi's face change slightly.

Merit, this Kunpeng actually had a hand left. He didn't fully absorb the merit of creating the Demon Script back then. It seemed that he had never trusted the Demon Court.

When Tai Yi thought of this, Kunpeng had already rushed over. Looking at the merit golden light on Kunpeng's body, Tai Yi gritted his teeth and could only avoid the edge for a while.

"Damn it!" Looking at Kunpeng who was chasing after him, Tai Yi was tied up, because he knew that once he attacked, no matter what happened to Kunpeng, the karma would be unavoidable.

Suddenly, Tai Yi caught a glimpse of Hongyun surrounded by the Nine Great Demon Saints, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Kunpeng! You don't want the Purple Qi of Hongmeng? Then see if you can get it!" Tai Yi laughed loudly.

But Kunpeng seemed not to have heard it, still chasing Tai Yi tightly, which made Tai Yi's brows frown.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Ming He, Fellow Daoist Mosquito, it's time for you to appear!" Kunpeng laughed loudly and said.

After hearing Kunpeng's words, Tai Yi's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, he didn't expect Kunpeng to have allies.

After Kunpeng's words fell, two black-robed Daoists flew out from the dark. Their appearance was very abrupt. Before the Nine Great Demon Saints could react, Ming He and the Mosquito Daoist had already arrived beside the Nine Great Demon Saints.

The next second, two Demon Saints flew backward, and by the time the other Demon Saints reacted, Hongyun had disappeared from the encirclement of the Demon Saints.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng! Thank you for the gift!" Ming He grabbed Hongyun and laughed, then prepared to retreat with the Mosquito Daoist.

Dong—

With a bell sound, Ming He, the Mosquito Daoist, and Hongyun groaned, and blood immediately overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

Seeing this scene, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of Kunpeng's mouth.

"Am I the kind of person who only cares about the head and not the tail?"

When Kunpeng found Ming He back then, he thought that Ming He and the others might do this, so, in fact, Tai Yi was also in Kunpeng's scheme.

In order to obtain the Purple Qi of Hongmeng, Kunpeng finally grew a brain, and he also began to scheme.

At this time, seeing this scene, Hongyun finally exploded.

"Enough! What do you take me for? A spiritual treasure that can be grabbed at will?"

But no one paid attention to Hongyun at all. Kunpeng still looked at Tai Yi vigilantly, Tai Yi looked at Ming He vigilantly, and Ming He looked at Kunpeng vigilantly. They formed a three-legged confrontation.

Boom—

Powerful magic power fluctuations erupted from Hongyun's body. He caught Ming He off guard and shook off Ming He's hand. In fact, this was also Ming He's deliberate doing. He didn't want to kill Hongyun at all. Now he didn't care about the Purple Qi of Hongmeng at all.

After Hongyun shook off Ming He, he fled in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple. During this period, he actually used the blood-burning escape.

In the dark, Mile and Yaoshi were lurking with the disciples of Mount Sumeru. When they saw Hongyun fleeing, they almost rushed out, but someone was one step faster than them.

"Want to run? Leave the Purple Qi of Hongmeng!" Seeing Hongyun actually wanting to run, Kunpeng snorted coldly and disappeared from the spot.

Seeing Hongyun and Kunpeng both run away, Tai Yi naturally couldn't give up, so he also disappeared from the spot, and the Nine Great Demon Saints hurriedly followed.

"Should we follow?" the Mosquito Daoist asked.

"Follow, do the whole set of acting," Ming He nodded.

After chasing for a while, Ming He and the others saw Tai Yi and Kunpeng, while Hongyun was fighting with the Nine Great Demon Saints. But clearly, Hongyun was no match for the Nine Great Demon Saints.

"Senior Brother, should we make a move?" In the dark, Yaoshi asked Mile.

"Don't rush, it's not the time to make a move yet. If we want to make a move, we must kill with one blow, otherwise we will be exposed," Mile shook his head.

On the other side, Zhenyuanzi was nervously watching the precarious Hongyun, constantly urging Pan Huang to go and save people.

"Fellow Daoist Pan Huang, let's go and save Fellow Daoist Hongyun quickly, otherwise he really won't be able to hold on," Zhenyuanzi said anxiously.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, do you want to solve it once and for all?" Pan Huang asked.

"What do you mean?" Zhenyuanzi was stunned.

"If you want to solve it once and for all, then Hongyun must die."

"Ah!"

"Of course, it's not the kind of death where the soul is scattered. We will protect Hongyun's Primordial Spirit, but he must die in front of everyone. Do you understand what I mean?" Pan Huang looked at Zhenyuanzi and said.

"Cicada shedding its shell!" Zhenyuanzi thought for a while and immediately reacted.

"Right! There is no reason for a thousand-day thief to be a thief, so Fellow Daoist Hongyun must die!" Pan Huang nodded.

Pan Huang didn't think about doing this at first, but finally, he thought about it and decided to do so. Only by transferring Hongyun to the dark could the subsequent planning be realized. As for whether it was one death or two deaths, it didn't matter. Anyway, as long as he died, it would be fine.

"It's you who forced me, it's you who forced me!" Suddenly, Hongyun roared.

Afterward, the aura on his body began to become chaotic, and his body began to swell. This was clearly a precursor to self-detonation!

"Not good! Flash!" Ming He screamed, then disappeared from the spot with the Mosquito Daoist. But before he fled, he very obscurely shot a blood-red energy into Hongyun's body.

With Ming He's reminder, everyone discovered Hongyun's abnormality. The next second, everyone disappeared from the spot.

"It's our turn to appear!" Pan Huang said with a smile.

The next second, a look of horror and anger appeared on his face: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, don't!"

After Pan Huang shouted, he jumped out, and the twelve Ancestral Witches also jumped out from the dark, along with Zhenyuanzi.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, don't! We are here." If Pan Huang's appearance was pretended, then Zhenyuanzi's was a true expression of feelings.

Seeing Pan Huang and the others appear, Hongyun subconsciously wanted to put away his own violent magic power fluctuations, but he sadly found that he seemed unable to control the violent magic power in his body anymore.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, Ancestral Witches, avenge me!" Seeing that he couldn't survive, Hongyun shouted with his last voice.

As soon as the words fell, he exploded into blood mist, which made everyone present stunned on the spot.

As soon as the words fell, his entire body exploded into a mist of blood, which left everyone present stunned on the spot. Hong Yun had truly self-destructed, and it was the kind of self-destruction that scattered his soul.

But the crowd did not remain stunned for long, because after Hong Yun's self-destruction, a red-skinned gourd was left behind on the spot. A deep purple color was circulating on this red-skinned gourd; this was precisely the foundation of the Great Dao, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng.

"This belongs to this poor Daoist!" Upon seeing the Purple Qi of Hongmeng, a look of excitement and greed appeared on Kunpeng's face.

After saying this, he disappeared from where he stood. Clearly, he had gone to snatch the Purple Qi of Hongmeng.

Boom—

At this moment, Taiyi could no longer care about the merit on Kunpeng. Now that Hong Yun was dead, this Purple Qi of Hongmeng was an ownerless object; whoever obtained it would be its master. As long as one obtained this Purple Qi of Hongmeng, a little bit of karmic debt was nothing.

"Stop Kunpeng!" Taiyi roared at the nine great Demon Sages, and he himself rushed over as well.

"Get lost!" Because Zhenyuanzi was close by, he arrived at the side of the Soul-Scattering Gourd a step earlier and, with a wave of his hand, repelled Kunpeng and the nine great Demon Sages.

In a place where no one was paying attention, a drop of blood, glowing with a pale blue light, slowly sank into the ground. Of everyone present, no one noticed it except for Pan Huang.

"Senior Brother, let's go back." Yaoshi looked at the crowd fighting over the Purple Qi of Hongmeng and whispered to Mile.

"Let's go back and report." Mile nodded, and the group slowly disappeared from the spot, as if they had never been there at all.

"This Purple Qi of Hongmeng belongs to me, Minghe!" While the crowd was fighting, Minghe and this Mosquito Daoist also joined the fray, battling with the others, and then, while no one was paying attention, a wisp of blood glowing with blue light was silently transmitted into Pan Huang's hand.

"Big Brother, it's our turn, otherwise they will think our Wu Clan is easy to bully." After obtaining that wisp of blood, Pan Huang turned his head and said to Dijiang and the others.

Dijiang and the others had long been itching for a fight, but Pan Huang had repeatedly emphasized that the Ancestral Witches could only take action after he gave the word.

"Hahaha, our Wu Clan has taken a fancy to this Purple Qi of Hongmeng!" Upon hearing Pan Huang's words, Zhurong was the first to jump out.

Zhurong flashed to the side of Jiuying and with just one punch sent Jiuying flying away. After Jiuying's body flew backward, it exploded directly.

But after a few breaths, Jiuying recovered again, though the face of the recovered Jiuying had turned much paler.

The other Ancestral Witches also found their respective opponents. The strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was now equivalent to Quasi-Saints of the Three Corpses; there was simply no one present who was their match.

Even Taiyi was no exception. Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin withstood the attack of the Chaos Bell and rushed in front of Taiyi, each landing a punch, directly beating Taiyi into a serious injury and leaving behind law powers within his body that continuously eroded his physical form.

"Lord Donghuang!" Seeing the Donghuang severely injured, Baize and the others cried out in alarm and hurriedly abandoned their enemies, rushing to Taiyi's side.

"You mangy bird, how does it taste?" Zhurong said with a smile.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Taiyi coughed up a mouthful of stagnant blood. He looked coldly at Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin; if looks could kill, Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin would likely already be riddled with holes.

"Dijiang!" Suddenly, an angry voice appeared above Dijiang and the others; it was Di Jun who had arrived.

The next second, the Hunyuan Heluo Array was instantly set up by Di Jun, but the Ancestral Witches were no longer the Ancestral Witches they once were. Before the array could even form, they flashed and left the area covered by the array.

"Kill!" Di Jun snorted coldly, and countless members of the Demon Race charged down.

Taiyi also took this opportunity to return to Di Jun's side, and the nine great Demon Sages also returned to the Demon Race camp.

As for Kunpeng, no matter how unwilling he was now, he could only flash to Di Jun's side.

Di Jun looked coldly at Kunpeng and said nothing, but there was already a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Minghe, meanwhile, took advantage of the moment when Di Jun's attention was drawn by the crowd and slipped away; it was inappropriate for him to appear here at this time.

"The sons of the Wu Clan are here! You little bastards of the Demon Race, pay with your lives!" After the Demon Race charged down, Chiyou's voice suddenly appeared.

Dijiang and the others turned to look and saw the Great Witches, led by Jiufeng, leading countless sons of the Wu Clan rushing straight toward them. After a few breaths, they were locked in battle with the Demon Race.

Watching the two sides engaged in battle, Di Jun did not move, and the Ancestral Witches did not move either. They just looked at each other coldly, their eyes filled with monstrous killing intent, and the murderous aura on their bodies was undisguised.

"You mangy bird, your true body isn't even here. Are you sure you want to go to war with our Wu Clan?" Dijiang looked coldly at Di Jun.

"You can try!" Di Jun snorted coldly and put away the Hunyuan Heluo to facilitate setting it up next time.

"Try? Then let's try!" Zhurong, with his explosive temper, immediately roared out, and while he was speaking, he directly revealed his true form, which made Di Jun frown.

"You mangy bird! Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi and Fellow Daoist Hong Yun have already formed an alliance with our Wu Clan. Your people actually dared to openly intercept and kill our Wu Clan's allies on our Wu Clan's territory, and you still dare to threaten us? Sons of the Zhurong Tribe, follow this Ancestral Witch and charge!" Zhurong looked coldly at Di Jun.

"Kill!" Di Jun also said coldly. At this moment, whoever backed down would become the laughingstock of the Primordial World.

Upon hearing Di Jun's order, the ten great Demon Sages instantly collided with Zhurong along with the remaining Demon Race. For a time, flesh and blood flew, and screams were incessant.

"Since it's like this, then let's fight." Jumang looked at the sons of the Wu Clan who were already fighting with the Demon Race and said coldly, his late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation instantly released.

The other Ancestral Witches were the same; their late-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation was instantly released, which immediately caused a grave expression to appear on Di Jun's face.

He had not expected that the strength of the Ancestral Witches had all reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint. Taiyi was now severely injured, his own true body was not here, and Kunpeng could no longer be relied upon. This battle was likely going to be a bit difficult.

(End of chapter)