Chapter 162: What a quasi-saint, but two dogs biting each other! (Subscribe)

In the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, the originally silent atmosphere was broken.

The sudden supreme and aura shocked everyone's mind.

For a moment, excited discussions were heard everywhere in the Huangquan Secret Realm.

"Could this fluctuation be the Hongmeng Purple Qi?!"

"That's impossible. Could it be that the legendary thing really exists?"

"Could it be that someone really has obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

"Besides the emergence of Hongmeng Purple Qi, what else can cause the resonance between heaven and earth!?"

"If it is true, then whoever can get it may become the next saint!"

"..."

Meng Xiang was also shocked at this moment, her eyes full of disbelief.

She turned to look at Yang Ling beside her and asked anxiously, "What's going on, Immortal? Is this really the emergence of the Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Yang Ling's clone also had a certain ability to think independently. At this moment, he was frowning, looking at the countless immortals and gods searching for the source of the vast aura like a headless fly. He was thinking quickly about how to get away and ignored Meng Xiang's words.

However, the black dragon Ao Ming under his feet was very interested, and his two huge dragon eyes were rolling around.

Naturally, he had also heard of the various legends about the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and he knew very well that if there really was Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Eighteen Layers of the Underworld, it must be hidden in the Nine Skies Cloud Sky Star Array at the bottom of the Wangchuan River.

And he also knew that Yang Ling's real body had been staying at the bottom of the river to break the formation.

Could it be that... the Hongmeng Purple Qi has fallen into his hands?
If that is the case, doesn’t it mean that he will have a chance to attain sainthood in the future?
Thinking of this, Ao Ming suddenly became very excited, and thought to himself: Damn it, I've really found a real big shot this time!

Once Yang Ling attains sainthood, then as his mount, will I still be able to walk around the three realms and six paths at will?
By that time, when he returns to the East China Sea Dragon Clan, I'm afraid that idiot Ao Guang will have to kneel down and kowtow to him!
……

To the north of the North Sea, deep in the frozen waters, stands a majestic Taoist palace, surrounded by a pale blue light, like a dazzling gem inlaid in the endless darkness.

This is the legendary Demon Master Palace, the holy place in the mind of the North Ming Water Demon.

Inside the Demon Master's Palace, an old Taoist wearing a dark green Taoist robe and with a sinister face was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, immersed in a deep state of enlightenment.

This old Taoist is none other than the famous demon master Kunpeng from ancient times.

He was also one of the culprits who caused the death of Ancestor Hongyun.

At this moment, Ancestor Kunpeng's eyes suddenly opened, like two deep stars.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi actually appeared in the world!"

Ancestor Kunpeng trembled slightly, with an indescribable excitement on his face.

He quickly calmed his mind and carefully sensed the direction of the Hongmeng purple energy. When he confirmed that the aura came from the underworld, his face suddenly became solemn.

"Styx!"

……

Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi was sitting cross-legged under a lush ginseng fruit tree, preaching the mysteries of the universe to a group of immortals.

Suddenly, a supreme and noble aura penetrated the void and was captured by him.

Zhen Yuanzi's explanation came to an abrupt halt. He frowned slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed across his brows.

This fluctuation... could it be the Hongmeng Purple Qi? !
His gaze became deep, as if he could penetrate the barriers of the world and see the distant underworld.

"That's all for today."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the scattered immortals and said softly, "Fellow Taoists, please come and listen to my lecture again if you have the chance."

When the immortals heard this, although they were confused, they all stood up and left.

Zhen Yuanzi stood up, sighed softly, and his figure swayed slightly on the spot, as if he had merged into the void and disappeared in an instant.

……

In the Nine Skies Clouds Star Array at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, Yang Ling obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi as he wished, but he had no time to celebrate because the real test had just arrived.

The entire starry sky array was shaking violently, cracks spread like a spider web, countless stars scattered like broken beads, and the entire universe seemed to be collapsing.

The figure of the old man of the Styx finally emerged from the broken starry sky, his face distorted, full of anger and murderous intent.

His gaze was fixed on Yang Ling as if it were real, and the oppressive feeling made Yang Ling almost unable to breathe.

"Young man, hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and I may be able to spare your life!"

The bloody and murderous aura surrounded the old man of the Styx, like an evil demon from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and cruel.

As he spoke, the old man of the Styx flipped his hands, and countless blood-red lights condensed in the formation, forming a huge blood-red net that enveloped Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's whole body was tense. He knew that his current strength was far from that of the Styx Patriarch, but it was impossible for him to give up the Hongmeng Purple Qi that he had obtained with great difficulty.

He knew that there was no way out at this moment, and the only way to survive was to activate the formation and fight to the death. Now he had the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the Glazed Illusionary Light Bottle in his hands. These two treasures were the core array that controlled the Nine Skies Cloud Sky Star Formation.

He took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands quickly, and muttered something. As he moved, the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the Colored Glaze Fantasy Light Bottle trembled slightly, as if they had sensed their master's call, and flew out one after another, hovering above Yang Ling's head.

The Jiujiu Soul-Dispersing Gourd emitted a strong red light, while the Glazed Magic Light Bottle released a little blue light. The two lights intertwined with each other, forming a series of mysterious runes that quickly merged into the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Array.

With the infusion of power from the two treasures, the originally precarious formation instantly stabilized, and those broken stars seemed to be reborn, flickering again in the void.

Now Yang Ling has completely integrated into this Nine Skies Cloud Sky Star Array. He is the array, and the array is him.

Under his control, endless star power gathered together and transformed into bright beams of light that shot straight into the sky.

The blood-colored giant net of the Styx Patriarch was extremely ferocious, but under the surging starlight, it was easily dispersed like mist.

The light of each star contained supreme power. Under the guidance of the formation, they formed long spears of light that pierced through the void and tore the blood-colored giant net into countless pieces.

When the old man of the Styx saw this, his face suddenly became as gloomy as water.

He didn't expect that Yang Ling could control the formation in such a short time and exert such amazing power.

A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and the bloody aura around him became more intense, forming wisps of scarlet blood mist, which seemed to contain countless Shura evil spirits crawling out of the sea of ​​blood, which was chilling.

"Young man, even if you control the formation, do you think you can stop me?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man of the Styx, and then the blood mist behind him rolled up, and two immortal swords flew out of the blood mist like two swimming dragons, and the sword bodies were stained with a blood-colored halo.

The two immortal swords are called Yuantu and Abi respectively. They are two top-grade innate spiritual treasures that were born from the depths of the sea of ​​blood. They are extremely sharp and powerful.

The body of the Yuantu sword was glowing with a faint blue light, and there were faint traces of blood entwined on the sword, as if it could devour all life; while the Abi sword was emitting a dark red light, and there were countless wailing ghosts attached to the blade, which was a terrifying force condensed from endless killing.

The two immortal swords seemed to have life, shuttling through the star array in the sky. Every sword that fell could cut through countless stars.

Although the Nine Skies Clouds Star Array was created by Patriarch Hongyun, there was no quasi-saint to control the array. Therefore, Yang Ling was unable to unleash the full power of the array, and naturally found it difficult to contend with a quasi-saint like Patriarch Minghe.

He could only grit his teeth and mobilize the power of countless stars to pour down like a waterfall to counter the attacks of Yuantu and Abi.

I saw rays of starlight condensing into shape and turning into long star swords, fighting with Yuantu and Abi. The starlight and sword light collided, making a deafening roar.

The great formation was shaking, and seemed in danger of collapse at any moment.

A trace of determination flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He knew that facing the top-grade innate spiritual treasures such as Yuantu and Abi, it would be difficult to resist with the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Array alone.

He flipped his palm suddenly, and an ancient golden copper coin appeared in his palm.

This treasure-falling gold money is his trump card. If he can take away Yuan Tu and Abi, perhaps he can delay the time for the formation to be broken.

Just as he clenched his teeth and prepared to offer the Luobao Money, Yuan Tu and Abi seemed to sense something and turned into two sharp sword lights that spanned thousands of miles and cut through the boundless starry sky.

Under the crazy attack of these two immortal swords, the formation was already in danger, the starlight dimmed, and the stars shattered, as if it would completely disintegrate in the next moment.

At this critical moment, an angry roar suddenly sounded in the void, shaking the surrounding stars.

"Styx!"

Along with this angry roar, an incomparable terrifying force descended from the sky, directly knocking back the two immortal swords of Yuantu and Abi.

The power was so strong that it seemed to exceed the limit of what the Nine Skies Clouds and Sky Star Array could bear.

As the controller of the formation, Yang Ling naturally saw the appearance of the person who came at the first moment.

I saw a figure descending from the sky, breaking through the outer cloud and thunder formations like a hot knife through butter. The already shaky star formation would probably not last long.

He was an old Taoist wearing a dark green Taoist robe and with a sinister face. He looked quite elegant and noble, as if he had been in a high position for a long time and was accustomed to a life of luxury.

Yang Ling recognized at a glance that this old Taoist was the other murderer who caused the death of Ancestor Hongyun - Ancestor Kunpeng.

At this moment, Patriarch Kunpeng's eyes were as sharp as a knife. Although he could not see through the situation inside the formation, his thunder-like angry rebuke had already been transmitted into the formation.

"Minghe, how dare you swallow up the Hongmeng Purple Qi?!"

Hearing the question from Kunpeng Patriarch, the face of the Styx Patriarch changed slightly, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice:

"When you and I teamed up to kill Hong Yun, we said that the ownership of Hongmeng Purple Qi would depend on each person's ability. Why are you asking this question now?"

After he finished speaking, his mind moved, and the Yuantu Sword was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, carrying a monstrous blood-colored sword energy, and it suddenly rushed out of the boundless starry sky and killed towards Ancestor Kunpeng.

Obviously, he didn't want Ancestor Kunpeng to join the formation.

At least before obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he cannot let anyone interfere.

Yang Ling felt relieved when he saw this in the formation.

If the Patriarch of the Styx continued to attack, he would soon be unable to hold on. However, at this moment, the Patriarch of the Styx was distracted by dealing with the Patriarch of Kunpeng, so he naturally could not attack the formation with all his strength. This gave him the opportunity to adjust and counterattack.

It seems that even a quasi-saint can still be driven by greed!

Yang Ling knew that he had to stabilize the formation as quickly as possible while they were fighting each other, and at the same time look for an opportunity to break through.

(End of this chapter)