In the Lotus Cave, Red Boy is refining the sky-burning purple fire.
Compared with the Six Ding Divine Fire, the Burning Sky Purple Fire is a little more difficult to refine.
It's not that the Burning Heaven Purple Fire is more powerful than the Liuding Divine Fire, but because it is a brand new flame that is completely different from the Liuding Divine Fire.
Although Hong Hai'er has not come into contact with the Six Ding Divine Fire, it has many similarities with the Samadhi True Fire mastered by Hong Hai'er, otherwise it would not have been chosen by Taishang Laojun as the alchemy flame.
Although it took a little more time, fortunately, there was no danger and Honghaier successfully refined it.
At the last moment when the flames merged, the original four-color flames of red, black, gold, and purple were left with only two-color flames mixed with purple and red.
Terrifying waves emanated from the flames, giving people a terrifying feeling.
"Watch me break through."
Red Boy roared and suddenly swallowed the flames in his belly.
The next moment, fierce flames surged out of his body and enveloped his entire body.
After a short while, a far more powerful aura than before erupted from the middle of the flames, and the flames shot out like rain in all directions.
Taishang Laojun's expression changed slightly, and mysterious spells flew out from his hands to strengthen the seal he had laid.
He didn't expect that Hong Haier's newly formed flames would be more terrifying than he imagined.
However, Taishang Laojun's move seemed a bit redundant. Before the flames touched the protection, the red boy inside let out a loud roar, and the flames flew backwards like rain, engulfed his body and disappeared.
"Is this what Taiyi feels like? It's really powerful."
The flames dissipated, revealing Red Boy's figure. It looked unchanged, but between his eyebrows, there was an intertwined pattern of purple and red.
After clenching his fists and feeling the power within his body, Hong Hai'er ran over in surprise.
"Dad, how about it? Let me cheer you up, baby. If you have any other fires, give me some."
"No, but if you want it, godfather will find someone else for you to order."
Looking at Hong Boy with a smile, Taishang Laojun said with a smile.
For him, it was just a matter of effort, and he could easily exchange it for some treasures.
He mainly wanted to see how far Hong Haier could go, and he was very curious about the methods Hong Haier had mastered.
Why is he also a saint, but he doesn't know who developed this method of merging flames in the Three Realms.
"Hey, thank you dad."
Hong Hai'er was so happy that she agreed so readily. The call was not in vain.
Smiling and shaking his head to indicate that he didn't mind, Taishang Laojun asked about the origin of Red Boy's technique.
"this……"
Hong Hai'er couldn't help but look at Yang Xiao. Will the shop owner let me talk?
"I gave you the technique. I got it from an old man holding a bamboo stick."
"The old man said that I have amazing bones and full heaven, and that I must be extraordinary. I will be a world-saving genius in the future. He said that he would give me the important task of saving the world. I believed him. It's a lie at first glance."
Knowing what Hong Hai'er meant, Yang Xiao took over the conversation and started talking nonsense seriously.
Now he doesn't dare to let the saint know about the bookstore, so he can only make up lies to deceive the Supreme Laojun.
The old man he was talking about was not just random talk, but he was describing it based on Hongjun's image.
He had read the book "Feng Shen" before. The Hongjun in the book was an old man holding a bamboo stick. It didn't matter whether he was a man or not, as long as he became a man, it would be right.
"Oh, the old man holding the bamboo stick?"
Hearing this, Taishang Laojun looked at Yang Xiao in surprise. He must be a quasi-sage to be able to perform this kind of technique and look like this!
In such a comparison, there are very few who can match it!
Knowing that just saying a word and holding a bamboo stick in his hand may not make Taishang Laojun face the master, Yang Xiao continued to make up his mind.
"By the way, when I met the old man, he recited a few lines of poetry in a very pretentious manner, which seemed to be something like 'I am lying on nine layers of clouds, the truth is on the futon, outside the black and yellow sky, I will be the head teacher' or something like that, just pretending It's quite similar to that, but I won't listen to his nonsense. Although I don't have much education, I'm not that easy to be deceived."
After Yang Xiao finished rambling, he secretly looked at Taishang Laojun and found that Taishang Laojun was confused by his words.
After a long time, Taishang Laojun came to his senses and rushed to Yang Xiao's side, and grabbed Yang Xiao's arm excitedly.
"Teacher, teacher, what did he say to you?"
"What teacher? Where is the teacher from? He's an old man."
Of course Yang Xiao knew what Taishang Laojun meant, but he pretended not to understand and was confused.
Taishang Laojun said anxiously: "As old as you say, old man."
With excitement, Taishang Laojun almost followed Yang Xiao and called him an old man. The corners of his mouth twitched and he almost slapped Yang Xiao on the head with anger.
This bastard boy, what an old man, his name is so smooth, that is his master, Taoist Ancestor Hongjun, the real Taoist Ancestor, he is just a fake, someone else named him respectfully.
"Ah, it's that magic stick. He deceived me and said he wanted me to save the world. He gave me a lot of magical skills and treasures, and asked me to give them to the destined people."
"Although those skills and magical powers are true, I still feel that he is deceiving me. He doesn't care about my strength. How can I save the world with my scumbag cultivation? It's true."
Yang Xiao, who pretended to be enlightened, continued to talk nonsense with a look of disdain on his face.
The stunned Taishang Laojun asked: "Anything else? Did he ask you to pass on anything?"
Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes lit up slightly. Taishang Laojun really believed it. Isn't that okay?
Yang Xiao, who thought it was feasible, pretended to think for a while and said, "By the way, the old man asked me to tell a few of his disciples not to be content with the status quo, not to be greedy for pleasure, but to be enterprising and far-sighted."
"Teacher, do you mean to blame us for being too comfortable? But we don't know how to take the road to becoming a saint. We have made very little progress over the years."
After listening to Yang Xiao's words, Taishang Laojun showed a trace of bitterness on his lips.
He didn't doubt Yang Xiao's words. How many people in the world knew about Hongjun's image.
Moreover, "Lying on nine layers of clouds, the truth is on the futon, outside the dark and yellow world, I am the leader of the teachings." How can anyone know these words that the teacher often talks about.
The only explanation is that the young man in front of them has really met their master.
Looking at Taishang Laojun who was smiling bitterly and blaming himself, Sun Wukong and others on the side were stunned.
The shopkeeper is worthy of being a shopkeeper, so that's fine. A few words of falsehood can fool Daozu into this.
They didn't know what Hongjun was, but they knew that the shop owner was definitely cheating.
It's not like things like this have never happened before. Don't believe everything the shop owner says.
The vast sea of chaos is vast and boundless. This is a place beyond the three realms.
The saints hid in the world and did not appear in the Three Realms. They did not disappear, but came to the sea of chaos above the Three Realms.
During the Battle of the Gods, the saints took action, and the Three Realms, which were already fragmented due to the ancient lich war, became even worse.
The saints who realized the problem, for the sake of the safety of the Three Realms, agreed not to take action anymore and hid together in the sea of chaos.
At this moment, in the center of the sea of chaos, in a palace that stood majestically, allowing the chaos energy to wash away without causing any damage, an old man with white beard and hair, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.
"Teacher blames us for being content with the status quo, greedy for pleasure, and unwilling to make progress?"
