170: The two's cultivation

Hong Yun saw the sneak attack succeed, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

That Soul-Scattering Red Sand was refined by him collecting the Nine Heavens astral wind and earthly fiend qi, using clouds and mist as a carrier; it specifically countered the Primordial Spirit, and an ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortal would have their Divine Soul shattered upon touching even a sliver.

The red sand filling the sky surged toward Kunpeng like a tide, seemingly about to swallow him.

However, at this moment, a cold sneer curled at the corner of Kunpeng's mouth.

He waved the demon master flag in his hand, and the starlight of the celestial firmament suddenly condensed, forming a brilliant wall of stars before him.

The red sand crashed against the star wall, making a sizzling sound, but remained unable to break through.

As the starlight flowed, it actually purified the Evil Qi within the red sand bit by bit.

"Hong Yun, oh Hong Yun, do you think I am still the same Kunpeng you toyed with back then?"

"It would have been fine if you stayed honestly in Wuzhuang Temple, but now that you've come out alone, you can't blame me!"

Kunpeng laughed eerily, and the hand seal in his hand changed.

Thousands of starlight beams suddenly shot out from the star wall, scattering the red sand in disarray.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Hong Yun then realized with a shock that under the shroud of this Starlight Formation, Kunpeng's strength had actually surged to such an extent.

He hurriedly summoned the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd to protect his body, while his form began to blur, intending to turn into thousands of cloud wisps to escape.

"Want to run?"

"Starlight, come!" Kunpeng shouted harshly, stabbing the demon master flag into the ground.

Immediately, beams of starlight descended from the sky, illuminating this realm with boundless radiance.

Hong Yun's scattered cloud wisps had nowhere to hide under the starlight, and every single one was clearly marked.

Hong Yun was like a stripped child, targeted from every angle.

"How is this possible..."

Hong Yun was forced to reform his body, and his expression finally changed.

He originally thought that with his Quasi-Saint cultivation, even if he couldn't win, he could retreat calmly.

But he didn't expect Kunpeng, with the help of the Starlight Formation, could actually suppress him to such a degree.

Seeing this, Kunpeng's smugness was evident.

"A gentleman's revenge is not too late even after ten kalpas."

"Your foolish behavior at Zixiao Palace back then, today I will let you know what kind of end it will lead to!"

Speaking, he waved his large hand, and three hundred and sixty-five Demon Scripts suddenly appeared in the starry sky.

These Demon Scripts formed an inescapable net, completely sealing off all of Hong Yun's retreats.

Cold sweat broke out on Hong Yun's forehead, his heart filled with regret. Had he known, he should have listened to Zhenyuanzi's advice and not always thought about going out.

Now trapped in such a desperate situation, he had truly been overconfident.

He looked around; the starlight was like a prison, and the Demon Scripts were like locks—he was already unable to escape even with wings.

And Kunpeng, seeing Hong Yun in such a pathetic state, couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Do you regret it now?"

"Too late!"

He violently activated the Formation, and all the starlight suddenly contracted. "Today, I will use your Primordial Spirit to sacrifice to my demon master flag!"

Seeing the starlight attacking, Hong Yun poured all his mana into the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

Ready to end it with self-detonation at any time.

At this moment, a sword hum resonated out of thin air.

The next moment, the Void Realm trembled, and a green divine sword mixed with wisps of Solar Divine Light appeared above the two of them.

The many starlight beams met this Solar Divine Light and began to dim one after another.

"Solar True Flame!"

"How is this possible..."

Kunpeng naturally knew this was the dao rhyme from the Sun Star.

As far as he knew, in the entire Great Desolation, those who could master such dao rhyme were only those two.

But those two should be staying properly in the Heavenly Court right now; they would never take action to stop his affairs.

And he had never heard of those two possessing this divine sword.

In a daze, the divine sword had already moved.

The sword body turned, and the tip pointed at Kunpeng, making the latter take a sharp breath.

The next moment, the sword body continued to turn, but it locked onto the demon master flag at the formation eye below.

Without hesitation, it plunged toward it.

"Not good, my Magic Treasure!"

Kunpeng was suddenly shocked; this was the only Magic Treasure he could show off, and it must not be damaged.

He hurriedly operated the Starlight Formation, intending to provide protection.

Layers of starlight gathered, and the star wall appeared again, but it blocked in front of himself.

A joke—between the Magic Treasure and his own life, he could still distinguish which was more important.

Only the demon master flag was not so lucky; it was undoubtedly pierced directly by the divine sword and pinned firmly to the ground.

With a "bang"!

The Formation lost its eye and was broken in an instant.

After the divine sword broke the Formation, it ceased its movement.

Seeing this, Hong Yun cheerfully bowed toward a certain direction, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your help!"

Next, it's time to settle scores with Kunpeng.

He had to let the world see the wrath of a "good guy," after all.

"Kunpeng..."

Hong Yun turned around, only to see that Kunpeng's figure was no longer where it had been.

He had already turned into an afterimage and fled rapidly.

Leaving only a sentence, "Remember this!"

Hong Yun also shook his head helplessly; how many times has he said that...

Immortal Volcano.

Nuwa sat in the qiankun cauldron, while Yuan Feng controlled the flames for refining.

It wasn't that she was going to refine Nuwa; the two were engaging in a type of just-right cultivation.

They said they wanted to personally experience the process of creation.

Regarding this, Qing Wu also expressed that his eyes were opened.

But thinking that Nuwa proposed this, it wasn't that strange.

If her thoughts weren't unconventional, how could she create thousands of races, and how could she create a race as spiritually gifted as the Human Race?

But from this behavior, Nuwa truly had complete trust in Yuan Feng.

Her very life was entirely in the other's hands.

And with Kunpeng making such a big scene at this time, it would undoubtedly affect them, so Qing Wu naturally had to act.

He raised his hand and shattered the brilliant starlight that was disturbing the duo's cultivation.

"This Kunpeng truly is quite persistent."

But it's normal; after all, if Hong Yun hadn't given up his seat back then, indirectly causing him to not only lose his Prayer Mat and treasure but also lose that Saint position.

Such a grudge has already reached the level of being irreconcilable.

However, he chose the wrong time and place for revenge.

If Qing Wu hadn't seen it, then so be it.

He absolutely should not have come to this Southern Land, and especially while Nuwa and Yuan Feng were cultivating, making such a huge commotion.

That is very dangerous; if he accidentally really refined Nuwa, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Taking one of his small flags is already considered a light punishment.

"Hong Yun is here to visit, I ask to meet Fellow Daoist!"

At this time, the recovered Hong Yun leisurely arrived at the Immortal Volcano.

Holding a divine sword and a small flag in his hand.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist, I have specifically come to return the treasure."

Hong Yun was invited in under Lu Shu's greeting.

After tasting the ginseng fruit and knowing that the Ginseng Fruit Tree had undergone new changes, Qing Wu was also very gratified.

The two then began to discuss the general trends of the Great Desolation.

...

On the other side, Kunpeng, having returned to the Heavenly Court, also reported this matter to Dijun and Taiyi.

His only presentable treasure was snatched away; how could he not hold a grudge.

And this was also a matter concerning the face of the Heavenly Court; Dijun and Taiyi could not ignore it.

"I ask Your Majesties to help me retrieve my treasure!"

However, the always upright and righteous Taiyi only opened his mouth slightly, hesitating to speak.

Dijun frowned, "Who did you say you provoked?"