Chapter 161 Hongmeng Purple Qi is obtained (Subscription required)

Hearing the Ghost Mother's words, Yang Ling's heart moved slightly. Without any hesitation, he immediately took out the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd from his treasure bag.

The scarlet gourd appeared even deeper under the illumination of lightning.

Yang Ling raised the gourd and touched it lightly with his fingertips. A strange feeling of blending with the thunder array rose from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd had some subtle connection with the formation, and that feeling was like finding a key to unlock a treasure.

Complex lines began to emerge on the surface of the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd. Each line contained profound Taoist principles, creating a mysterious resonance with the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Array.

At this moment, the countless divine thunders that were striking down from the sky seemed to have received some kind of command and changed their predetermined trajectories.

Yang Ling's eyes sparkled, and he felt surprised and happy.

He didn't expect that what the Ghost Mother said was actually true. This Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd might really be the core of this formation.

With the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd in his hand, he felt as if he could control this huge thunder formation.

He just waved his hand lightly, and all the originally ferocious thunder and lightning rolled back and returned to the thick sea of ​​clouds.

At the same time, something seemed to be activated in the formation.

Yang Ling only felt that something was calling him, as if there was a mysterious force guiding him to the core of the formation.

Without any hesitation, he immediately followed the instructions.

The thunder and lightning from the thunder array no longer posed a threat to him.

Yang Ling passed through the space intertwined with thunder and lightning, and under the guidance of the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd, he soon arrived at the core area of ​​the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Array.

Watching Yang Ling's back disappear in the thunder, the fear in the ghost mother's heart was gradually replaced by a trace of relief.

Although her body was destroyed and her soul was severely damaged, she was at least still alive.

As long as she could find a way to get away from the Dunlong Pillar, she would be able to reunite with her body and escape from this hellish place.

However, it was not easy to escape from the Dunlong Pillar. She tried for a long time but failed.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice sounded in her ears.

"What happened here? Where is Indra?"

The ghost mother's heart trembled, and she saw an old Taoist in a black robe with a stern expression standing condescendingly in front of her, staring at her coldly.

"Master!"

The ghost mother exclaimed in surprise and said in great joy: "Master, you came at the right time, it was all caused by that Taoist Master Wenshu!

He killed Indra, and captured me to block the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Now he has penetrated deep into the core of the formation... Oh, and he also has the Nine Nine Soul-scattering Gourd of Red Cloud Patriarch!"

"What did you say!"

The black-robed Taoist priest was the leader of the Styx Cult. Upon hearing this, he was immediately shocked and asked in a stern voice, "Does he really have the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd on him?!"

The ghost mother nodded repeatedly, "I saw it with my own eyes, I can't be wrong!"

The face of the leader of the Styx changed slightly, a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a determination, and he rushed towards the direction where Yang Ling disappeared without hesitation.

"Master..."

The ghost mother was stunned for a moment, then she reacted, "Please save me first!"

……

Yang Ling had already reached the core area of ​​the thunder array. He didn't know that there were new pursuers behind him. He concentrated on sensing the connection between the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the thunder array, trying to find the key to breaking the array.

Behind him, the old Taoist in black robe followed silently, his eyes like a hunter watching his prey, calm and sharp.

The core area of ​​the formation is completely different from the raging thunder outside. What comes into view is a brilliant starry sky, boundless and infinite, as if being in the real universe.

The stars are twinkling, the Milky Way is running across, it is quiet and deep.

Standing under the starry sky, Yang Ling felt as if he had merged into the entire universe.

He looked up, the starlight reflecting in his eyes.

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared on the opposite side. It was an old Taoist in a red robe, with a kind face and a gentle smile on his lips. "What are your backgrounds, Taoist friend? How can you get here without any harm?"

The voice is casual and distant, as if it came from ancient times.

Yang Ling was slightly stunned. He recognized the identity of the old man in front of him—Old Ancestor Hongyun, the quasi-sage who was said to have fallen.

Could it be that he was not actually dead, but had been hiding in the formation?
Ancestor Hongyun seemed to see through his thoughts and explained with a smile: "The real Ancestor Hongyun has already fallen, and I am just an idea left by Ancestor Hongyun.

The purpose of leaving me here is to see who can break into this formation. If it is Minghe or Kunpeng, I will destroy the formation myself and let everything return to chaos...

But judging from your appearance, you should be from the human race, right?"

At this time, Yang Ling had returned to his original appearance, and he also saw that the Red Cloud Ancestor in front of him had no entity and no spiritual fluctuations.

He looked like just a shadow.

Yang Ling bowed his head and said solemnly, "I am Yang Ling, a junior of the human race, and my teacher is the Great Qing Saint, the leader of the Human Cult."

When Ancestor Hongyun heard Yang Ling's self-introduction, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then the smile on his lips deepened a little, as if he was relieved of something.

He nodded slightly and said leisurely: "So you are a disciple of Saint Taiqing, no wonder you can pass through the numerous formations and come here.

Yes, the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd has also fallen into your hands. It seems that your luck is extraordinary. I have waited for so long, and finally I have waited for the true owner of the Hongmeng Purple Qi. "

Yang Ling was shocked when he heard this. He did not expect that Patriarch Hongyun would personally confirm the existence of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

He asked hurriedly, "Is there really Hongmeng purple energy hidden in the formation?"

Ancestor Hongyun looked at Yang Ling, smiled and said: "Of course there is, otherwise why would Kunpeng and Minghe kill me.

Unfortunately, I am dull in talent. Although I have received the favor of the primordial purple energy, I have never been able to take the last step. "

When Yang Ling heard this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart.

Although this quasi-saint in front of him modestly claimed that he was dull in talent, he was able to set up such a mysterious star formation. His wisdom and cultivation were obviously extraordinary.

Ancestor Hongyun's gaze fell on Yang Ling, as if he was weighing something.

After a moment, he slowly said: "Hongmeng Purple Qi is one of the most mysterious treasures in the world. It is hidden in the other formation eye of this formation, the Glazed Illusionary Light Bottle.

If you want to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi, you also need to obtain the Glazed Illusionary Light Bottle."

Yang Ling's heart moved when he heard this.

He remembered that in his memory fragments, he saw that Patriarch Hongyun threw a jade bottle into the Wangchuan River. The jade bottle was transparent and seemed to contain endless light. It was probably the Colored Glaze Illusion Bottle. "Where is the Colored Glaze Illusion Bottle now? Senior, please give me some advice."

Patriarch Hongyun nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I will take you there myself, but before that, I have a condition, I hope you can agree to it."

Yang Ling felt a little nervous and looked at Ancestor Hongyun and asked, "Senior, do you want me to avenge you?"

Ancestor Hongyun shook his head and said softly, "That was the hatred between me and them. It was my own karma. How can I pass it on to you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but admire the broad-mindedness of the quasi-saint in front of him.

He asked curiously, "What are the conditions that the senior mentioned?"

There was a strange flash in the eyes of the old ancestor Hongyun, as if he was recalling something from the distant past, and he said slowly: "I promised Brother Zhenyuanzi that I would go to Yuanjiao Mountain in the East China Sea to pick Liuyun fruit, use it to make immortal wine, and take it to Wuzhuang Temple for him to drink.

However, I failed to fulfill my promise and encountered that disaster.

If you have time, please help me brew a pot of Liuyun Immortal Wine and give it to Brother Zhenyuanzi. It can be regarded as my return gift for eating his ginseng fruit. "

When Yang Ling heard this, his heart moved.

Liuyun Fruit is a treasure of the immortals. It is said that eating it can prolong life and help practitioners to attain enlightenment. Naturally, he is also well-known for the name of Zhenyuan Daxian.

He did not hesitate and immediately replied: "Don't worry, senior. I will definitely fulfill your wish on your behalf."

A hint of relief flashed in the eyes of Ancestor Hongyun, and then his figure flashed, turning into a red light, guiding Yang Ling to the depths of the formation.

The two of them traveled between the stars, as if they were isolated from the constraints of time and space. Soon, they came to an area full of bright stars.

Here, the stars rotate, forming a strange formation. In the center is suspended a transparent jade bottle that emits colorful light.

Patriarch Hongyun pointed at the jade bottle and said softly, "That is the Glazed Illusionary Light Bottle, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi is inside it.

You only need to refine this colored glaze magic bottle, and you can take out the primordial purple energy that I have hidden in it."

Yang Ling was slightly excited.

At this moment, he was only a hair's breadth away from obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the foundation for becoming a saint.

Just as Yang Ling was about to step forward to refine the Glazed Fantasy Light Bottle, the entire starry sky formation suddenly shook violently, as if the entire universe was shaking.

Countless stars seemed to have lost control and began to scatter in a turbulent flow, and the Milky Way became distorted in the fluctuations.

An unimaginably powerful force is eroding this peaceful starry sky.

Ancestor Hongyun's expression suddenly became solemn. He sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Ancestor Minghe has come. He has already cracked the cloud formation and the thunder formation, and is now forcibly breaking through the star formation.

It seems that he is determined to break the formation.

If he can’t get the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he won’t let anyone else get it either.”

Yang Ling's heart tightened. He could feel the terrifying force, like a dark torrent, rapidly eroding the starry sky, causing the entire formation to waver.

Ancestor Hongyun looked at Yang Ling and his tone became urgent.

"My friend, you must refine the Glazed Illusionary Light Bottle as soon as possible and obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi. I will control the formation to stop you first and try to delay you.

But I just have an idea, I can't really mobilize the power of the formation, so it may not last long."

Yang Ling nodded. He knew there was no way back now and he could only move forward.

He took a deep breath, focused his mind, held the Glazed Magic Light Bottle in both hands, and began to refine it with full concentration.

There are a total of thirty-two acquired prohibitions inside this treasure. It is an acquired spiritual treasure personally refined by Ancestor Hongyun. It is used together with the Soul-Dispersing Gourd as the core of the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Array to achieve the effect of mutual assistance between yin and yang.

For Yang Ling, refining spiritual treasures was already a piece of cake and there was no difficulty at all.

However, no matter how easy it is, it still takes time.

What he lacks most right now is time.

When the old man of the Styx decided to break the formation by force, it was only a matter of time before the formation was broken.

At the same time, the figure of Patriarch Hongyun became more and more illusory. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the void in the starry sky. Suddenly, an invisible force gathered from all directions, forming a series of complex array patterns that merged with his figure.

The stars in the formation began to rearrange themselves, forming defensive barriers in an attempt to resist the invasion from the outside world.

The voice of Red Cloud Patriarch rang in Yang Ling's ears, "My friend, don't be distracted. I will do my best."

Yang Ling nodded, closed his eyes, and immersed his mind completely in refining the Glazed Fantasy Light Bottle, trying hard to imprint his own soul mark on its acquired restrictions.

At this time, the vibrations outside became more and more violent, as if an invisible giant hand was trying to tear the starry sky and tear the entire formation into pieces.

Yang Ling's heart tightened, but he did not stop refining, instead he became more focused.

As Yang Ling's spiritual power continued to deepen, the restrictions inside the Glazed Fantasy Light Bottle were finally completely refined.

The next moment, an invaluable innate purple energy rose from the glazed magic light bottle and transformed into a purple cloud about an acre in diameter above Yang Ling's head.

"This is……"

Yang Ling instinctively felt a sense of enlightenment.

This is the Hongmeng Purple Qi!
At this moment, he seemed to see countless indescribable tall figures casting eager glances at him.

At the same time, a vast aura emanated from the purple auspicious cloud and swept towards the Three Realms and Six Paths at an extremely fast speed.

In the boundless starry sky, countless nine-colored lotuses appeared out of thin air, all emitting billions of auspicious rays of light.

As Ancestor Hongyun looked at this scene, the smile on his face deepened.

Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw that the figure of Red Cloud Patriarch had become extremely illusory, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "Remember your promise, go to Wuzhuang Temple and help me send a pot of Liuyun Immortal Wine."

Yang Ling put away the primordial purple energy above his head, bowed solemnly to the Red Cloud Patriarch, and said: "I will definitely live up to your trust."

Ancestor Hongyun nodded slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the starry sky.

Suddenly, a roar like thunder pierced the ears, coming from the broken starry sky in all directions, shaking the entire formation.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi is mine! Wenshu, you, a young man, dare to take my things!"

The voice of the Styx Patriarch was full of anger and tyranny, as if he wanted to tear the entire starry sky apart.

Yang Ling looked a little stern, feeling that he was in great danger.

He knew that although the Patriarch of the Styx regarded him as a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, the other party would never let him go easily even if he revealed his origins.

After all, that is the only basis for becoming a saint in the eyes of countless quasi-saints!

The identity of a saint's disciple can still be of some use in normal times, but now, for the sake of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, any quasi-saint may attack him at all costs!
(End of this chapter)