An unknown mountainous area in the western part of the prehistoric world, many hills were broken at this time, and groups of trees fell from place to place, making a mess.

Hongyun stood in front of the collapsed mountain with wounds, and his spiritual treasure, Nine Nine Soul Scattering Gourd, was also damaged and he was taken into his body. Opposite him, Kunpeng landed steadily from the air, his mouth curled up, and he sneered.

"Hongyun, you will surely fall here today. Let's hand over the Hongmeng purple aura. You don't deserve it. I will give it to this ancestor. I will let you die more happily."

"Bah!" Hongyun spitted blood and then said:

"Kunpeng, at this moment, you are still thinking about getting the opportunity to become a saint from me. Don't dream. If you have the ability, you can get it yourself. If you want me, Hongyun, to offer it to you, but you don't even have the door!"

"I'm still so stubborn when I die. I really didn't expect you to be so arrogant. Since you have repeatedly rejected the kindness of this ancestor, then I have nothing to say to you. Let's die!" After Kunpeng said that, he took a gun and stepped forward again, stabbing at Hongyun.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. Hongyun looked at the spear that was about to stab him, his face was calm and he did not resist. He allowed the spear to penetrate his body. When Kunpeng's hand holding the gun approached him, he was pulled by Hongyun.

Hongyun was severely injured, but he looked at Kunpeng in front of him with a smile. Blood from his mouth kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth, and he did not wipe it.

Kunpeng's hand was pulled and unable to move for a moment. He noticed Hongyun's expression, and felt a chill in his heart. He had some bad premonition in his mind, so he began to struggle to pull his hand out of Hongyun, but he failed to get what he wanted. He yelled in anger, clenched his fist with his left hand, and pounded Hongyun's chest while whispering:

"Hongyun Piaofu, what do you want to do, let go of your dirty hands."

Hongyun's chest was hit again, making his face pale, but his palm holding Kunpeng's right hand increased its strength, making Kunpeng unable to break free.

"Kunpeng, what do you think I want to do?" Hongyun asked with a smile.

"You madman, let go quickly. I don't know what you are going to do!" Kunpeng roared.

"Haha! Cough cough~" Seeing Kunpeng's performance, Hongyun laughed loudly, but because he pulled the wound too hard, he coughed again and laughed a little later, as if he was crazy.

"You guessed it, didn't you? Kunpeng? You and I have almost the same strength. I don't know how long it will take to decide the outcome. That will attract other monks, and I will have the opportunity to escape.

But you have many methods and can set up such a powerful formation to isolate the aura of fighting here, but also allow it to provide you with the mana consumed.

In this way, my final outcome will be to be consumed to death by you. Since this is the case, I will let you do it directly.

How about it, Kunpeng. At this time, your spiritual treasure spear has already severely damaged me. I also felt a power to swallow my soul above this spiritual treasure. It seems that I am really about to die."

"Since I know I can't do it, then go and die. Why am I still holding the ancestor? Do you want to die together? You can't do it." Kunpeng said very confidently, but his face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out, and his pupils were also shrinking.

"Die together? It seems that you really know that I am ready to self-destruct. Of course, I have the idea of ​​leaving you here, but I also know that it is unrealistic. As a demon master of the demon clan, you must have many means.

But, so what? Because you not only can't get Hongmeng purple Qi, but you will also be seriously injured. It's not known how long it will take to recover.

Moreover, with your arrogant temper, you must have offended many monks in the prehistoric world before. With this self-destruction, your formation cannot withstand this power. At that time, all living beings in the prehistoric world will know what was born here.

By then, a half-dead Kunpeng will definitely attract the attention of many people. Maybe you won’t live long and will come down to accompany me. Haha!" Hongyun said this and laughed out loud again. He was ready and would explode at any time.

Going back to the past, freedom and freedom when he was born, friendship after he met Zhen Yuanzi, and being infatuated with the great way of the Zixiao Palace, he passed by his eyes one by one. Although he was unable to become a saint in the end, Hongyun felt that his life was worth it.

Kunpeng looked at the red cloud whose body had begun to swell, with bloodshot in his eyes. After cursing the madman loudly, he inputted all his magic power into the Demon Master's Hall to defend against the next big explosion.

Yang Yi and Hu Duoer in the distance kept paying attention to the movement here. When they saw Hongyun's condition, the little fox was very anxious. She shook Yang Yi's arm and said anxiously:

"Brother Yang, save Taoist Hongyun quickly. He is going to be forced to death by this bad guy Kunpeng!"

But Yang Yi shook his head and then said:

"Duoer, this is not the time for me to take action. I have the ability to save Hongyun's life now, but he no longer has the mentality and fighting spirit at this time. His personality is too casual. If he didn't really die last time, he would not have grown up and would not have been able to become a saint.

This time it is an opportunity. With the help of Kunpeng's pressure, he can let go of all his constraints and speed up the integration of the Hongmeng purple aura in his body. Even if he dies after self-destruction, your elder brother Yang will have a way to resurrect him, don't worry."

"But do you have to do this? It's nothing if you don't become a saint!" the little fox asked in confusion.

"It must be. Duo'er, you have been living under the protection of others. You used to be protected by your grandfather, but now you are protected by me, so you don't know how cruel the laws of survival in the prehistoric world are. If you don't become a saint, you will become an ant. Watch it carefully, Hongyun will not die."

After listening to Yang Yi's words, Hu Duoer still couldn't understand them, but she didn't say anything more. She knew that Yang Yi's approach must be correct, so she could only endure the discomfort in her heart and continue watching.

At this time, the red cloud had already bulged into a spherical shape. He thought in his heart that he would leave the prehistoric world forever and Zhenyuan forever, and then there was a complete loud noise through the sky.

Boom~boom~

The mountains completely disappeared, the rocks and trees evaporated, and an abyss of hundreds of miles appeared on the ground, which was beyond your reach. Yang Yi protected Hu Duoer's safety and prevented her from being hurt at all.

When the smoke disappeared here, Hongyun could no longer be seen. Kunpeng was lying on the ground with all his body trauma. Half of the Demon Master's Palace was affected and collapsed. The spear that penetrated Hongyun's body disappeared along with Hongyun.

Kunpeng turned his head with difficulty and looked at the bottomless pit on the side, gritted his teeth, and felt cold in his heart. This time, he not only failed to get the Hongmeng purple aura he had always dreamed of, but also suffered so many injuries now, which was a heavy loss.

As Hongyun said before, Kunpeng offended many monks, so he did not dare to stay here for more. After barely suppressing his injuries, he rushed towards the direction of the Heavenly Court. Only where he could be safe and healed with peace of mind.

Yang Yi looked at Kunpeng's back as he struggled to leave, shook his head, pulled the little fox who was crying and walked towards the abyss in front.

"Woooo~ Taoist Hongyun is dead!" The little fox cried sadly.

"Okay Duo'er, stop crying. Brother Yang will resurrect Hongyun, okay!" Yang Yi said helplessly.

"Really? Brother Yang can really do it?" Although she has always believed in Yang Yi's strength, it was too incredible to resurrect a person who had self-destructed and died, both body and spirit, so she asked without much certainty.

"Anxin, when did Brother Yang deceive you? Don't move around now, leave the rest to me." Yang Yi said confidently.

"Well, I listened to Brother Yang." The little fox immediately stood aside obediently. After Yang Yi stared at the abyss for a while, he also began to resurrect Hongyun.
Chapter completed!