Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 59 Red Clouds: Zhunti, I am destined to be connected with your Primordial Purple Qi

At this point, Zhunti had become a true scoundrel.

Almost all the bones in his body were smashed, and even his mouth was full of bone fragments.

Even the tragic state of Yuanshi just now cannot compare to this.

Zhunti was imprisoned by Donghuang Zhong and had become completely still.

"Please, spare Zhunti! I am willing to give you all the accumulation of my countless years of life."

However, even a peak-level Great Luo cultivator couldn't squeeze to the front.

He kept kowtowing, because in Jieyin's heart, Zhunti was a future saint, and he could not submit to these people.

He was not a saint who guided the future, so he was willing to give up his dignity in order to save Zhunti.

Or rather, dignity was of no value to either of them.

"Once Zhunti becomes a saint, all the humiliation of today will be repaid!"

As he pulled out his spiritual root, Jieyin thought about taking revenge one day.

"What a poor wretch! If this is all there is, it's not enough."

Kunpeng kicked Jieyin away, put away the pile of spiritual roots, and then spoke to Jieyin again.

"Aren't you his older brother? Try to persuade him. We'll let him go only when he's willing to use the Primordial Purple Qi."

After saying that, Kunpeng turned around and stuffed a spiritual root into Zhunti's mouth.

One of the bones in Zhunti's body was visibly healing.

But the next second there was another scream, and the bone that had just healed was smashed again.

Zhunti let out a scream.

"Hand over the Primordial Purple Qi!"

Kunpeng roared angrily, and seeing that Zhunti did not react, he repeated the above actions.

Anyway, he doesn't care about these spiritual roots, so they're perfect for tormenting Zhunti.

"Wait a moment."

Just then, the kind-hearted Hongyun suddenly stepped forward and interrupted Kunpeng.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of Zhunti, who was already delirious.

"Hongyun...save me."

Zhunti wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word; he could only roar in his heart.

At this moment, he discovered that Hongyun, this idiot, was really great.

If Hongyun can save him from Kunpeng this time, then next time Hongyun obtains a spiritual treasure, he will only take the treasure and not Hongyun's life.

Well, he's a future saint; sparing Hongyun's life is already a great favor.

After all, Hongyun didn't give him any face at Zixiao Palace.

So, Hongyun, please come and save me!

Zhunti barely opened his eyes, and through his blurry vision, he saw Hongyun's kind-hearted face.

We're about to be saved!

Zhunti was overjoyed.

"Chunti."

Zhunti heard Hongyun say in his ear.

"I have a connection with that Primordial Purple Qi in your hand. If you hand it over, I will ask Fellow Daoist Kunpeng to let you go."

Hongyun's voice was like a bolt from the blue to Zhunti's ears!

Isn't this my word?

Hongyun, aren't you supposed to be a good person? What you should be doing is saving me right now. How can you be eyeing my Primordial Purple Qi!

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, did you hear that?"

Hongyun's voice rang out again.

Zhunti coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with bone fragments.

"Tsk, so stubborn, holding onto something that's meant for me but refusing to give it to me."

Hongyun shook her head and got up.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, keep fighting!"

Boom!

Zhunti was once again subjected to a new round of beatings.

Hongyun let out a long sigh of relief.

"I must say, this method is quite enjoyable."

Hongyun seemed to have discovered a new world and came to his good friend Zhen Yuanzi.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, I am destined to have your ginseng fruit—"

Only one Zhunti remains, and there's not much benefit to be gained from it.

The group of innate deities continued their attack on Zhunti as they headed towards the prehistoric continent.

Zhunti was like a tattered ball, kicked far away, then caught up and kicked again with his spiritual root stuffed in his mouth.

On the primordial continent.

Lao Tzu helped Yuan Shi, whose knees were shattered, to his feet and looked up at the chaos.

Yuanshi couldn't bear the insult and fainted; in some respects, his willpower was even weaker than Zhunti's.

His physical injuries made it difficult for him to even maintain his Quasi-Saint cultivation level.

"Sigh~"

In this wave, the Second Qing suffered heavy casualties, but their teacher, the Corpse Master, did not show up from beginning to end.

It seems that the teacher's prayers were really useless.

"Big...big brother————"

Yuan Shi opened his eyes, feeling somewhat dizzy.

"Help me heal my wounds."

Lao Tzu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you have spiritual roots?"

Yuanshi shook his head with difficulty, "They've all been given to them."

Laozi's face darkened further; he was poor too.

Although Yuanshi is his second brother, their relationship isn't that good. Why would he need to bring out something good to save him?

He usually refines many pills, but for Yuanshi's injuries, ordinary pills really don't work.

But if he doesn't get treatment, it will be a huge loss of face for him as the eldest brother, and when will he be able to return to Kunlun Mountain?

His father's most important task right now is to hurry up and achieve sainthood by severing his corpse.

Just then, Lao Tzu suddenly discovered a primordial array before him.

"A primordial grand formation! This place is actually a spiritual land!"

Laozi was overjoyed. He and Yuanshi had traveled through the prehistoric world for many years and had broken many innate formations.

I've never seen a formation of this magnitude before.

Clearly, this is something special.

"Could it be that my luck has finally turned around?"

Lao Tzu observed the great formation before him with delight.

"Yuanshi, hold on a little longer. Once I break through the great formation, there must be a treasure inside that can heal you."

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun looked at Laozi and Yuanshi and shook his head speechlessly.

What a load of rubbish about good fortune! With your current luck, if it weren't for my intervention, you two wouldn't have been able to find a treasure of this level.

"Ugh."

The thought of having taken such a person as a disciple made Hongjun feel very uncomfortable.

There's nothing we can do but let him recover slowly. In the future, he'll be a saint under his control.

"The situation between the Lich and Demon races is changing too slowly. Although it is gradually becoming more mixed, it is still too slow."

According to what Hongjun saw, the Wu and Yao races should have started at least one major war before the third sermon.

But now, they only had a minor fight during their wedding ceremony.

How can this be allowed?

"Ah~~"

Zhunti screamed as he was kicked into the prehistoric continent.

Kunpeng, Nuwa, Dijun, and many other primordial deities exchanged glances.

"Hongjun didn't stop it."

In fact, they really wanted to kill Zhunti, but they knew that Hongjun was protecting Zhunti.

So what appears to be beating up Zhunti is actually pushing him step by step toward the abyss of death.

At this moment, Zhunti was on his last breath, and even the best spiritual root could not save him.

Even so, Hongjun did not make a move.

This made Nuwa see the possibility of killing Zhunti.

"Perhaps that old thief Hongjun has given up on Zhunti?"

They didn't understand Hongjun's schemes and could only guess based on the information they had.

"Let me do it."

After exchanging glances, Kunpeng stepped forward.

Look at the huge crater created by Zhunti.

"Zhunti, prepare to die!"

The Kunpeng spreads its wings for ninety thousand miles, and in a flash...

Boom!

The landslide and earthquake affected all living things within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, causing them to flee in panic.

Just in case, Kunpeng's attack was aimed at killing Zhunti.

Nuwa and many other deities paused for a moment, and the figure of Kunpeng reappeared.

He shook his head slightly.

Zhunti was rescued at the last moment.

Ultimately, he was not killed.

However, the saints, who had anticipated this, were not too disappointed.

"Forget it, given his injuries, he's probably already fallen to the Quasi-Saint level. It's unknown how long it will take for him to recover."

"Let's go, we've wasted a lot of time, let's go back to Buzhou Mountain first."

Nuwa was clear-headed and had gained a great deal this time. She felt safe only after returning to Buzhou Mountain.

So the group of primordial deities headed towards Mount Buzhou.

At the same time, the fortunes of the Lich and Demon races were gradually changing under the deliberate influence of Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao.