Chapter 162: Quasi-Saints Are Nothing but Two Dogs Biting Each Other! (Subscribe)

In the Huangquan Secret Realm, the originally silent atmosphere was broken.

The sudden supreme and noble aura shocked everyone's mind.

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

"This fluctuation, could it be the Hongmeng Purple Qi?!"

"It's impossible, does that legendary thing really exist?"

"Is there really someone who got the Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

"Besides the birth of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, what else can resonate with the heaven and earth!?"

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

"..."

Meng Xiang was also shocked at this moment, with disbelief in her eyes.

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 has a certain ability to think independently. At this moment, he was frowning, looking at countless immortals and gods like a headless fly looking for the source of the vast breath, thinking quickly in his mind how to get out, and ignored Meng Xiang's words.

On the contrary, the black dragon Ao Ming under his feet was very excited, and his two huge dragon eyes were rolling around.

He had naturally heard of the various legends of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and knew very well that if there was really Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Eighteen Underworld, it must be hidden in the Nine Sky Cloud 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 array.

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 become a saint in the future?

Thinking of this, Ao Ming was immediately excited, thinking to himself: Damn it, this time I really got a real thigh!

Once Yang Ling becomes a saint, as his mount, how can he walk sideways in the three realms and six paths?

By that time, when he returns to the East China Sea Dragon Clan, I am afraid that idiot Ao Guang will have to kneel down and kowtow to him!

…

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

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

In the Demon Master Palace, an old Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe and a sinister face is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, immersed in a deep level of enlightenment.

This old Taoist is the famous demon master Kunpeng ancestor in ancient times.

He is also one of the culprits who caused the fall of Hongyun ancestor.

At this moment, the eyes of the old ancestor Kunpeng suddenly opened, like two deep stars.

"Hongmeng purple qi, it really came into the world!"

The old ancestor Kunpeng trembled slightly, with an indescribable excitement on his face.

He quickly calmed down and carefully sensed the direction of the Hongmeng purple qi. When he determined that the breath came from the underworld, his face suddenly became solemn.

"Styx!"

...

Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi was sitting cross-legged under the lush ginseng fruit tree, preaching the secrets of the great way of heaven and earth to a group of scattered immortals.

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

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

This fluctuation... could it be the Hongmeng purple qi? !

His eyes became deep, as if he had penetrated the barriers of the world and saw the distant underworld.

"That's all for today."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the scattered immortals and said softly, "Fellow Taoists, please come back to listen to my lecture if you are lucky enough."

The scattered immortals heard this and although they were confused, they all stood up and left.

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

…

In the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Array at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, Yang Ling got 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 spider webs, countless stars scattered like broken beads, and the entire universe seemed to be collapsing.

The figure of the Styx Patriarch finally appeared from the broken starry sky, his face twisted, full of anger and murderous intent.

His eyes were locked on Yang Ling like a substance, and the sense of oppression made Yang Ling almost breathless.

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

The bloody aura of the Styx Patriarch was lingering around him, like an evil demon from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and cruel.

As he spoke, the Styx Patriarch flipped his palm, and countless blood-colored lights condensed in the formation, forming a huge blood-colored net, covering Yang Ling.

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

He knew that there was no way out at this moment, and he had to activate the formation and fight to the death to have a glimmer of hope.

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 eyes that controlled the Nine Sky Cloud Sky Starry Array.

He took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered something in his mouth. With his movements, the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the Glazed Illusionary Light Bottle trembled slightly, as if they had sensed the call of their master, and flew out one after another, floating 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 power of the two treasures injected, the originally precarious formation stabilized instantly, and the broken stars seemed to be reborn and flickered again in the void.

Now Yang Ling has completely integrated into this Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Formation. He is the formation, and the formation is him.

Under his control, endless star power gathered and turned into brilliant light pillars that rushed straight into the sky.

The blood-colored giant net of the Styx Patriarch was originally extremely fierce, but under this surging starlight, it was easily dispelled like mist.

The light of each star contains supreme power. Under the guidance of the formation, they formed long spears of light, piercing the void and tearing the blood-colored giant net into countless pieces.

Seeing this, the Styx Patriarch's face suddenly became gloomy.

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

A trace 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 ghosts 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 like this?"

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the Styx Patriarch, and then the blood mist behind him rolled up, and the two immortal swords were like two swimming dragons, shuttled out of the blood mist, and the sword bodies were stained with blood-colored halos.

These two immortal swords are called Yuantu and Abi, which are two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, born from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, sharp and powerful.

The body of the Yuantu sword glowed with a faint blue light, and there were faint blood marks on the sword body, as if it could devour all life; while the Abi sword emitted a dark red light, and countless wailing ghosts were attached to the blade, which was the terrifying power condensed by endless killing.

The two immortal swords seemed to have life, shuttling through the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array, and every sword that fell could cut through countless stars.

Although the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array was created by the Red Cloud Patriarch, there was no quasi-saint to control the array, so Yang Ling could not exert the full power of the array, and naturally it was difficult to compete with the quasi-saint like the Minghe Patriarch.

He could only grit his teeth and urge the power of countless stars to pour down like a waterfall to compete with the offensive of Yuan Tu and Abi.

I saw that the starlight condensed into a long sword of stars, fighting with Yuan Tu and Abi, and the starlight and sword light collided, making a deafening roar.

The array shook, and it seemed that there was a danger of collapse at any time.

Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a trace of determination. He knew that facing the top-grade innate spiritual treasures such as Yuan Tu and Abi, it was difficult to resist the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array alone.

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

This falling treasure money is his trump card. If he can take away Yuan Tu and Abi, perhaps he can delay the time of the formation breaking.

Just when he gritted his teeth and prepared to sacrifice the falling treasure money, Yuan Tu and Abi seemed to have sensed something and turned into two sharp sword lights that spanned thousands of miles, slashing 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 were broken, as if they would completely disintegrate in the next moment.

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

"Styx!"

With this roar, an incomparable terrifying force descended from the sky, directly repelling the two immortal swords of Yuan Tu and Abi.

The power was so strong that it seemed to exceed the limit that the Jiuxiao Yuntian Star Formation could bear.

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

A figure descended from the sky and broke through the outer cloud formation and thunder formation like a broken bamboo. The already shaky star formation would not last long.

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

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

At this moment, the Kunpeng Ancestor'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, you dare to swallow the Hongmeng Purple Qi privately?!"

Hearing the question from the old man Kunpeng, the face of the leader of the Minghe sect changed slightly, and a trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice:

"When you and I joined forces to kill Hongyun, we said that the ownership of the Hongmeng Purple Qi depended on each person's ability. Why do you have to ask so much now?"

After saying that, he thought about it, and the Yuantu Sword was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, carrying a monstrous blood-colored sword energy, and suddenly rushed out of the boundless starry sky and killed the old man Kunpeng.

Obviously, he didn't want the old man Kunpeng to enter the formation.

At least before obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he couldn't let anyone interfere.

Seeing this in the formation, Yang Ling felt relieved.

If the old man Minghe continued to attack, he would soon be unable to hold on, but at this moment, the old man Minghe was distracted to deal with the old man Kunpeng, and naturally could not attack the formation with all his strength, which gave him the opportunity to adjust and counterattack.

It seems that even the quasi-saint power will 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.