Primordial World: Immortal Tai Yi
87 Red Cloud Crisis, Kun Peng Hunting

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However, there was one person who was faster. He was the Kun Peng.

The Kun Peng was born in the Northern Underworld Sea. It entered the sea as a Kun, and the water hit three thousand miles. Flying into the sky, he flapped his wings and soared up ninety thousand miles, his body covering the sky and the sun.

"Whoosh!"

A huge figure flew past, breaking through the clouds. The sunlight was blocked and the ground below fell into darkness.

This figure was Kun Peng, who was chasing after Ancestor Red Cloud.

He had been waiting outside Wuzhuang Taoist Temple for a long time. Now that he saw Hongyun, he couldn't wait to catch up with her.

"Hongyun, where are you going!"

A voice filled with hatred was heard. Ancestor Red Cloud felt a gust of cold wind blowing past and a Daoist appeared in front of him.

He was wearing a dark gray Daoist robe with a virtual image of a roc carved on it. His nose was like an eagle's hook, and his eyes were gloomy and straight as he looked over.

"Kun Peng? Why is it you?"

Hongyun had totally forgotten about the Kun Peng.

With the Kun Peng's speed, it would be easy for it to catch up to him. This time, it would probably be troublesome.

Kunpeng must have hated the Zixiao Palace for making him lose his Saint Position and wanted to snatch the Hong Meng Immortal Qi from him.

"Fellow Daoist, your memory is really big. Don't you remember the karma between you and me so quickly?”

Kunpeng was furious. Hongyun had given the futon to Zhunti, but he had lost the Sage Position. Now, he was acting like he didn't know anything about it. It was really infuriating.

"It was Zhunti who stole your Sage Position. It has nothing to do with me. If you want to pay back the karma, go to him.”

He had been deceived by Zhunti, so he had given up his position. He could not blame anyone else.

However, Kunpeng was taken away by the Taoist because he did not have the ability to keep his position. Whether it was right or wrong had nothing to do with Hongyun.

Even if he wanted to repay the karma, he should have been looking for trouble with the Taoist. Now, he was here to snatch his opportunity to become a saint. How could this be?

Kunpeng was even more furious when he heard Hongyun's words. Zhunti and Jieyin had already become Saints. It was no different from courting death for him to seek retribution from them.

He picked the soft persimmons.

Although Hongyun was a Sage-to-be and even had a Good Separation, he was not afraid at all.

He could have asked Hongyun to pay back the Karma, so he definitely wouldn't have offended Zhunti and Jieyin.

Even if he went to the Western Spirit Mountain, he would still be unlucky in the end. How could he be comfortable now?

As long as he took the Primordial Purple Qi, he could also vindicate the Primordial Chaos Saint.

It was easy to tell which was more profitable, finding trouble with Hongyun or getting rid of the Western Spirit Mountain.

"I won't joke with you. If you don't hand over the Primordial Purple Qi, don't blame me for being merciless.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around Kun Peng's body soared. His black tail feathers were like sharp blades that cut through the void and surrounded the red cloud.

It was obvious that he had lost his patience and was planning to snatch it.

Even though Ancestor Red Cloud was a good person, he was not afraid when faced with danger.

No matter what, he was a Quasi-Sage. If they really fought, he might not be inferior to Kun Peng.

With a thought, Ancestor Red Cloud's aura surged like a cloud beast that could devour the sky and earth, shattering the thousands of tail feathers around him.

"If you want Patriarch's Primordial Purple Qi, come and take it yourself.”

The Kun Peng snorted coldly. Endless laws of wind surrounded his body, and he did not hide the pressure of a quasi-saint.

Balls of green fire emerged and enveloped the surroundings, burning the void with crackling sounds and creating ripples.

The Kun Peng lived in the Northern Dark Sea all year round. It condensed a strange demonic fire that could emit the Northern Dark Qi. When a cultivator came into contact with it, their soul would crack and they would fall into hell.

"Go!"

With a tap of his finger, the strange demonic fire transformed into thousands of green crows, emitting a piercing sound as it struck toward Ancestor Red Cloud.

Wherever it passed, it left behind a gorgeous trail, like fireworks blooming in the sky, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

Unfortunately, this beautiful firework hid a terrifying killing intent. If one was not careful and was stuck to it, their soul would be shattered and their body would die.

A casual strike from a Quasi-Sage could cause serious injuries, not to mention the demonic fire that was specialized in damaging the soul. It couldn't even be touched.

Ancestor Red Cloud did not dare to be careless. He waved his sleeves and a purple-red gourd appeared in front of him. The orderly Dao patterns lit up one after another, emitting a terrifying pressure that spread in all directions.

This purple-red gourd was formed by the gourd vine, one of the Ten Great Primordial Spiritual Roots. It was also known as the Nine-Nine Soul Dissipating Gourd. It was a supreme-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure with unparalleled attacks.

There was soul-dispersing red sand inside, which could hurt people's bones and blood and dissipate primordial spirits.

Even if a Perfected Golden Immortal was hit by the red sand, they would die. Sage-to-be cultivators could only delay for a short while. Without a defensive treasure, they could not escape the same fate.

"Phew!"

The mouth of the gourd opened and spat out countless red grains of sand. Each grain was the size of a millstone. They surged like a sandstorm and crashed toward the thousands of green crows.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the green crows and red sand dissipated at the same time, turning into thick smoke that covered the sky. Thousands of lights attacked in all directions.

Wherever he went, the mountains turned yellow, as if their souls had been extracted. The land was barren, and the surrounding vegetation instantly melted.

The power of a Quasi-Saint was enough to turn everything within a million kilometers into nothingness and destroy all life.

If it had been at the center of the explosion, even a Quasi-Sage would have been severely injured.

Although Hong Yun blocked the attack, he didn't take the opportunity to fight back. Instead, he flew away into the distance.

There was still a gap between his strength and the Kun Peng's. He could only choose to dodge to avoid the calamity. If he fought head-on, it would definitely be even more tragic.

In addition, there were many cultivators paying attention to his movements. If he delayed for too long, those who had been shaken off might catch up again.

Thus, Hongyun retreated from the battlefield while fighting, trying to buy time and find an opportunity to escape.

Kun Peng was a scheming man. He had already seen through Hongyun's plan. Seeing that Hongyun wanted to leave, he chased after him.

He even took out a superior-grade Connate Merit Spiritual Treasure, the Demon Master Palace, and chased after them relentlessly.

"Big brother, Kunpeng is suppressing Hongyun now. If we don't do anything, I'm afraid the Hong Meng Immortal Qi will fall into his hands.”

In the void, two illusory figures were watching the battle between Kunpeng and Hongyun.

"Don't worry, brother. Hongyun is an ancestor, so he must have some tricks up his sleeve. We'll just keep watching him.”

"At the same time, I also feel that there's an aura that's no weaker than ours that's watching this battle. To prevent any accidents, it's better to wait a little longer.”

When Donghuang Taiyi heard Emperor Jun's words, he was shocked. A cultivator who was no weaker than them was also a member of the Zixiao Palace.

Who was it that wanted to reap the benefits?

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, Ancestor Red Cloud was sent flying by the huge force. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he was injured.

Although they were both at the level of a Saint, Kun Peng had gained a lot of merit by creating the Demon language.

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