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Chapter 177 Kunpeng!Help!
Yuanlian, what did he see?
In the boundless sea of ​​blood, a dilapidated palace was ups and downs in the sea of ​​blood, drifting with the waves.

The light of the palace was almost completely dimmed, and the endless bloody and filthy air was still wearing down the spirituality of the palace Lingbao.

Looking from the damaged gap in the palace, one could clearly see a figure in ragged clothes and blood-stained body sitting cross-legged. He lowered his head and swayed with the waves, as if he had lost his sanity.

Although he couldn't see his face, Yuan Lian recognized his identity at a glance, he was Kunpeng!

"It's strange, why did he appear in the sea of ​​blood, and it looks like he's almost gone." Yuan Lian's eyes flashed with doubt.

He remembered that the last time he saw Kunpeng was in the extreme west of the West Sea, when he found the Dinghai Shenzhu.

Could it be...

Yuan Lian's heart trembled, and a thought came to her mind, could it be that Zulong also attacked Kunpeng, accidentally hitting him into the sea of ​​blood?
Does Kunpeng have any enmity with the Dragon Clan?

Probably there are, although it is not as big as the cause and effect between myself and the dragon clan, but if the ancestor dragon is wiped out easily, it can be justified.

No wonder……

Yuan Lian suddenly realized that if Zulong really beat him into the Nether Blood Sea, it would make sense for Kunpeng to be in such a state now, almost hovering on the verge of falling.

After all, he was also a miserable one at the beginning. Although Zulong might just deal with Kunpeng conveniently, it is estimated that Kunpeng also paid a huge price to escape.

You can see one thing or two by looking at the broken innate spirit treasure.

And, how long has it been since that battle?

It's been several yuan meetings. Think about it, Kunpeng, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, fell into the Nether Blood Sea, and the origin of the spirit treasure was broken.

The sea of ​​blood of several yuanhuis was washed away, and endless negative emotions invaded. It is already considered extraordinary for Kunpeng to persist until now.

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend, and Kunpeng is not bad at following, and he will be a good helper in dealing with the dragons in the future."

After only a moment of hesitation, Yuan Lian decided to lend a helping hand.

There is no way, he is also a congenital saint, who made him always be a saint with noble morals!

It's definitely not because there is no cost at all, it's just a little effort.

With a thought, Yuan Lian no longer hesitated, stepped out of the hundreds of millions of miles of sea, and went straight to Kunpeng.

In less than a hundred years, Yuan Lian appeared next to the palace, and with a light wave of her hand, she absorbed and refined the boundless bloody evil spirit lingering around the palace.

Then, a spiritual light of purification of the world was shot out, covering the entire palace, purifying those lingering thoughts of hatred.

After finishing these, Yuan Lian stepped out, entered through the gap in the palace, and came to Kunpeng's side.

"Ho! Ha ha... ho..."

As if sensing someone approaching, Kunpeng slowly raised his head, his blood-red eyes revealing extremely complicated gazes.

It was a combination of cruelty, venom, murderous intent, struggle, and tenacity. All kinds of expressions were intertwined, making his eyes look extremely terrifying.

"Sure enough, the primordial spirit and the true spirit have been eroded, leaving only the will to fight tenaciously, unwilling to sink here."

While Yuan Lian sighed in her heart, she also felt a little admiration.

Sure enough, in this prehistoric world, all innate saints, no matter how high or low they are, have extraordinary wills.

"Kunpeng, I didn't expect that you and I would meet again in this sea of ​​blood." Yuan Lian said softly, with a serious expression on her face, "For the sake of being both innate and sacred, I will save you even if I suffer heavy losses and consume endless resources and energy."

This kind of thing, I have to say it first, I will save you, but it took me a lot of effort, and I can't just say "thank you fellow daoist" casually.

"I'm going to make a move. If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement to save you." Yuan Lian saw that Kunpeng was still insane, and immediately a ray of spiritual light shot into his primordial spirit.

"Ho ho..."

The brilliance shone, covering Kunpeng's whole body. Suddenly, Kunpeng's body stretched straight, and a depressive, painful, and hoarse growl came out of his throat.

The extreme pain distorted his face, his eyes protruded, and the blood in his eyes dropped.

But the boundless pain seemed to wake him up a little. He firmly grasped the floor tiles with both hands, scratching deep finger marks, and the sharp and piercing sound made people numb.

"Hold on, if you want to restore the clarity of the primordial spirit and the purity of the true spirit, you must purify and get rid of all these filthy and evil thoughts."

Yuan Lian reminded Kunpeng in a flat tone, and shot out several bright lights again, rushing into Kunpeng's primordial spirit arbitrarily, and shining brightly.

At this moment, two majestic forces are using the primordial spirit as the battlefield. These vicious and remnant thoughts are like poisonous insects parasitic in his primordial spirit.

One can imagine the pain of getting rid of these evil thoughts like maggots attached to the bones.

Yuanlian, Hongyun, and Zhunti have a deep understanding of this process.

But Kunpeng seemed to be really awake a lot, he didn't resist, just curled up in pain, convulsed and twitched all over, his throat roared like a beast.

"Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, bear with it." Yuan Lian raised her brows slightly and broke out suddenly.

Immeasurable lights shone, and hundreds and thousands of auras rushed into his primordial spirit arrogantly, purifying these eroding resentments thoroughly with a burst of energy.

"Hey!!! Ancestral Dragon, I and your Dragon Clan are sworn to death!!"

The pain that was tens of millions of times stronger than before came in like a tide, and Kunpeng straightened up straight up, roaring to the sky.

The resentment in it was so deep that it would be difficult to wash it away even if all the waters of the world were poured into it.

After a while, Kunpeng collapsed powerlessly on the ground, his eyes completely recovered, but the bloodshot eyes were still faintly telling the pain he had endured.

"Take it." Yuan Lian flicked her fingers, and a drop of Sanguang Shenshui floated in front of Kunpeng.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yuanlian, Kunpeng will always remember the grace of saving your life and protecting the Dao." Kunpeng stood up with difficulty and bowed solemnly.

Yuan Lian gave a soft 'hmm', and Kunpeng took the Sanguang Shenshui and swallowed it in one gulp.

Feeling the mighty power of creation rushing in his body, Kunpeng's whole body also eased a lot, and his expression gradually calmed down.

When the power of this drop of the holy medicine of good fortune was completely absorbed, Kunpeng's injury was almost half healed.

His injuries were so severe that a drop of Sanguang Shenshui was not enough to completely recover him, but Yuan Lian had no intention of giving it again.

After all, you act too casually, it seems that the weight of this kindness has become lighter.

People's hearts should not be easily tested.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanlian, it's really thanks to you this time. If you hadn't appeared here and rescued me again, I'm afraid I would have escaped this catastrophe." Kunpeng looked happy, but also a little scared.

If it is another 8000 years later, Kunpeng really can't guarantee that he can hold on. If he is eroded and even loses his will, then what else is there?
Just a rotten walking dead!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, the killing intent towards the Dragon Clan in his heart was like this sea of ​​blood, choppy and endless.

However, he seemed to think of something, and looked at Yuanlian with a strange look in his eyes, "Ah, by the way, why did you appear here, Fellow Daoist Yuanlian? And what is your realm?"

Yuan Lian chuckled, "It's nothing, I was discussing with several saints, and accidentally fell into the turbulent void, and was swept into this ghostly blood sea."

Having said that, Yuan Lian paused for a moment, and then said: "As for the realm of cultivation! By luck, I broke through to the early stage of Taiyi."

Yuan Lian just explained a few sentences briefly. After all, we are not very familiar with each other, so it is not convenient to say so much.

He changed the subject and said, "By the way, fellow Taoist Kunpeng, how did you come into this sea of ​​blood?"

Although it is guessed that there is a high probability that it was knocked down by Zulong, it doesn't matter. Anyway, change the topic and take the initiative by yourself.

Sure enough, Kunpeng's eyes sank when he heard what Yuanlian said, "Do you still remember that day when we met in the Far West?"

Yuan Lian nodded, but did not speak.

"That time, Zulong made a move, directly broke a corner of my innate spirit treasure, and shattered my fairy body. My primordial spirit was attached to the spirit treasure, so I barely escaped the catastrophe, but I didn't expect..."

Kunpeng spoke slowly, and Yuanlian listened quietly.

Sure enough, as he expected, after Kunpeng escaped, he fled directly into the turbulent flow of the void to escape for his life, but he didn't expect that he plunged headlong into the sea of ​​blood in the nether world without dying.

He was already seriously injured, facing the erosion of the endless blood sea, he had no choice but to hide in the spirit treasure to recover his body.

He had thought about resisting the blood sea, but the result was obvious.

For a few yuanhui, Kunpeng relied on the power of the innate spirit treasure to resist the erosion of the sea of ​​blood.

But as Chengru Yuanlian thought before, in this sea of ​​blood, he is extremely unfriendly to the sacredness of cultivating innate aura, only consuming it, not supplementing it.

Over time, Kunpeng's mana was exhausted little by little.

He started to take medicine, and the remaining panacea in the palace was gone, and the ingredients of the elixir were also used up. In the end, he had no choice but to absorb the evil blood in the sea of ​​blood to recover his mana.

But this is like drinking poison to quench thirst. While recovering his mana to resist, he was also infected bit by bit, until finally, the primordial spirit and true spirit were all corroded, and only a little will of the true spirit remained.

Lingbao has no mana to control, and can only rely on its own spirituality to resist the erosion of the sea of ​​blood. In the end, Lingbao's spirituality is almost wiped out.

Fortunately, in the end Kunpeng waited for Yuanlian.

"The cause and effect will eventually be understood. Let's find a way to get out of the sea of ​​blood first." Yuan Lian said, then turned and walked out of the palace.

(End of this chapter)