Honghuang, enlightenment begins with the youth Hongjun

Chapter 182 Luo Hu, what a big black pot (seeking a monthly subscription ticket)

As the first red cloud in the prehistoric world.

For Hong Yun, this cloudy sky is his world.

During those countless years, even meeting Taoist brother Zhen Yuanzi gave him another place to cling to in the prehistoric land.

But in Hong Yun's view, only when he is among the clouds can he feel truly free.

Therefore, whenever the mind is perplexed, whenever the heart moves, the red cloud will be mixed among the clouds to enjoy this carefree life.

It is precisely because of this that Hong Yun felt that Kunpeng in front of him was extremely uncomfortable when he saw Kunpeng for the first time.

Why is it uncomfortable, Hong Yun doesn't understand.

If Zhen Yuanzi was by his side, he would naturally ask after thinking about it in his heart.

But according to Hongyun's original intention, if there is any question, he will ask directly. If he bothers to think about it, he will feel more restrained.

"Fellow Daoist, have you encountered any troublesome things?"

Looking at Kunpeng in front of him who remained silent, Hong Yun, who has always been pure in heart, asked curiously.

Have!
This seat wants you to experience, what is surprise, what is uncomfortable, and such a gesture.

Looking at Hong Yun's approaching face, Kunpeng said with dissatisfaction in his heart.

But this trace of dissatisfaction was quickly suppressed in his heart.

Not to mention, the dissatisfaction in his heart had nothing to do with the red cloud in front of him. If he did something today, that Di Jun would know about it.

Then he, Kunpeng, is not a joke, it has become a joke, not to mention, Hongyun reserved a seat for him in Zixiao Palace back then, which is in his favor.

"To be honest, what I did just now was not aimed at fellow daoists, but because Kunpeng noticed that there were creatures following me."

Kunpeng said with a solemn expression.

Neither can Emperor Jun underestimate him, nor can he blame Hongyun for revenge because of the nameless fire, so he can only throw that black pot on the demon lord Luohu.

Anyway, his demon sky was dark enough, and there would be nothing wrong with getting another patch of it.

"Is there a creature following fellow daoist?"

Hearing this, Hong Yun didn't think much about it, and his calm face suddenly became extremely dignified.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know what kind of creature is following you?"

Seeing that just a single sentence made the red cloud in front of him extremely dignified, and in this dignified, it seemed that he had no defense against him at all.

For some reason, Kunpeng became more and more dissatisfied with the red cloud in front of him in his heart.

This is a prehistoric world, how could it be so easy to trust other people's souls, wouldn't Hong Yun think about the truth of his words?
Shouldn't you judge after thinking over and over again in your heart?

"If I take action on this matter, will Hong Yun die?"

Seeing Hong Yun's lack of defense against him, Kunpeng thought to himself, and suddenly felt a little ready to move.

He wanted to see if Hong Yun really trusted him, if he was really so pure-minded, or if he was so simple-minded that he deserved to be beaten.

But in the end, Kunpeng suppressed his restless mood after all, and said solemnly.

"Maybe it's the demon lord Rahu?"

As soon as he said this, Kunpeng immediately told Hongyun all the news he had received from Dijun in his heavenly court.

And after finishing speaking, he solemnly reminded Hong Yun to be careful.

But obviously, Hong Yun didn't listen to his words at all, instead, after reassuring him, he sent out an invitation.

"When Luo Hu is alive, there will inevitably be another catastrophe in the prehistoric world. I want to inform Daoist Brother Zhen Yuanzi about this as soon as possible, so that he can make early plans and think about countermeasures.

Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, since you feel that Luo Hu might be following you, why don't you come with me to meet Daoist Zhen Yuanzi? "

"No need, the me standing in front of you is just a doppelgänger, even if I encounter the Demon Lord, there will be no serious problems."

As soon as the words fell, Kunpeng left in a flick of his sleeves.

Seeing this scene, Hong Yun felt a pity in his heart, but considering the existence of Zhen Yuanzi, he immediately roared away into the distance.

"How can there be such creatures in this prehistoric world? Are they really not afraid of being plotted and killed?"

Seeing the back of the red cloud leaving quickly towards the southern world, Kunpeng, who had already gone away, said helplessly while looking back.

If there were living beings, without his permission, stepping into his territory recklessly, and without telling him, he might have done it long ago.

What's more, before the red cloud appeared, he was slapped inexplicably by him.

The south of the south, the edge of the boundless sea of ​​blood.

Jieyin sat cross-legged on a green hill, facing the sea, with a deep sense of compassion in his eyes.

Along the way, Jieyin saw mountain ranges, crossed countless lakes, and saw many prehistoric creatures living in them.

During those walks, as he got more in contact with the prehistoric world, the Buddhist world he opened up became more and more perfect.

However, when he came to this sea of ​​blood, even the Buddha's heart, which had been tempered and tempered, couldn't help but tremble.

What kind of territory is this.

The seemingly boundless ocean is different from the four seas. In the magnificent waves, it is filled with abundant blue life. On the contrary, at a glance, it gives people an extremely dirty and evil meaning.

In this boundless sea of ​​blood, even if you look at it casually, you can feel the resentment of countless living beings, sinking and crying in it, unable to escape.

Such a scene, such a scene filled with resentment and full of shocking evil spirit, made Jieyin think that he had come to the sea of ​​suffering when he saw it for the first time.

"All sentient beings perish and cannot be liberated, Amitabha."

Without a moment's hesitation, while the Buddha's heart was trembling, Jieyin sat cross-legged and began to preach on the shore of the sea of ​​blood.

Accompanied by streaks of golden Buddha light shining out of his body, at this moment, boundless resentment of living beings whizzed towards the place where the guide was located.

Transition!

Transcend the resentment of the creatures in this boundless sea of ​​blood, so that those souls who died tragically can get real relief in this transmigration, the resentment can be dissolved, and they can be at peace from now on.

With the emergence of this thought, it will take ten thousand years to lead this sitting.

During these ten thousand years, countless grievances of living beings were crossed by the guided Buddha's light and disappeared into the sea of ​​blood.

But this kind of act of kindness is undoubtedly digging the foundation for the creatures born in the sea of ​​blood.

"Jieyin, you have been sitting in this sea of ​​blood for ten thousand years, killing my origin of the sea of ​​blood all the time.

Treating my sea of ​​blood like nothing, are you trying to compete with me in the sea of ​​blood? "

On this day, with a roar coming from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, Jieyin saw an extremely fierce golden light emerge.

As the golden light dissipated, Jieyin saw the six-winged golden cicada who had met several times in the past, and said with a gloomy expression.

"Stop!"

As soon as these words came out, a boundless golden blade immediately swept across the sky between the six-winged golden cicada's raised hand, and slashed towards the guiding Buddha's light.

The sky shook, and at the moment when the boundless golden blade swept in, the vast space in front of him seemed to be torn apart, and black cracks appeared one after another.

"Amitabha Buddha. Poor Dao is just to transform the resentment of living beings. Why do you need to do this?"

Seeing the Six-Winged Cicada make a move without saying a word, holding hands clasped together, she said helplessly.

hum!
In an instant, the Buddha's light all over the sky subsided quietly at the moment when he put his hands together, and disappeared together with this Buddha's light, and the flying blades of the six-winged golden cicada swept across the sky.

"Life resentment?"

Seeing that his attack had vanished invisibly, the Six-Winged Cicada narrowed its eyes and snorted coldly.

"This sea of ​​blood is originally where the resentment of living beings and the evil spirit can be contained.

Don't you know that every time you cross a sea of ​​blood, the source of this sea of ​​blood will disappear?

If it is according to what you said, wouldn't it be better for this sea of ​​blood to disappear in the prehistoric world from now on.

But once the sea of ​​blood disappears completely, how to deal with the resentment and fierceness of the prehistoric world.

Should I give it to you too? "

The Six Winged Cicada said in a cold voice.

"If it is handed over to you, what should we do with the sea of ​​blood creatures?"

(End of this chapter)