My believers are time travelers

"This Taoist Hongjun is very elegant."

The red cloud outside the Zixiao Palace kept admiring!
This Zixiao Palace is a magical treasure that Hongyun has never seen before, and its quality is by no means inferior to the Xiantian Lingbao.

Zixiaozhu, an innate spiritual root grown outside the palace, has the effect of clearing the mind and purifying qi.

Entering the main hall, I saw a person sitting on the platform.

A pair of golden boys and jade girls stand in front.

Just as he was about to take a closer look at the Taoist's appearance, he realized that it was like looking at a flower in a fog, not really seeing it clearly.

"This Taoist is good at playing ghosts, and his face can't be seen clearly. How can we get along with him?"

Feeling carefully again, Hong Yun became suspicious.

Daoist Hongjun's breath was very strange to him.

Ordinarily, he knew the root of this prehistoric creature with a name and a surname.

When they were still conceiving, Hongyun often went to visit with Pangu.

But Taoist Hongjun couldn't figure it out.

Pressing his doubts, he looked for Tongtian and the others in the crowd to ask what happened, but found that the three of Tongtian were sitting on the futon in front of them.

Just as they were about to pass, Taoist Hongjun began to speak.

I had no choice but to find a futon to sit down first, and then ask what happened after the lecture.

But he didn't know that he just sat down casually, occupying the futon of a big man next to him.

The big man didn't like having a fit, so he had to find a futon in the back and sit down, and gave Hongyun a bitter look.

I saw that Taoist Hongjun began to preach, and the sky was full of hype, and golden lotuses sprung from the ground.

The strange fragrance in the hall wafted into the nostrils, and everyone was fascinated by it.

Some barriers to practice immediately became clear under Taoist Hongjun's in-depth explanation.

When it comes to the beauty, it even resonates with Daoist.

People in the hall kept making breakthroughs.

But for some reason, Hong Yun was still unable to calm down and listen to the lecture.

Bored, he looked at Tong Tian and the other three.

He found that the Taishang was frowning, as if what Hongjun said conflicted with his Dao.

Yuan Shi looked solemn, as if he was making a decision?
And Tongtian, like himself, looked around with his eyes open.

Suddenly, Hong Yun felt something in his heart and raised his eyes to look.

But he found Taoist Hongjun staring at him.

There was no emotion in those pale eyes.

Hong Yun, who was stared at furiously, lowered his head, but the feeling of being on his back still didn't go away.

Looking up, he found that Taoist Hongjun's eyes had already moved elsewhere.

The restless Hong Yun quietly walked out of the hall.

The big man also followed Hongyun out.

He was one of the few monks who did not break through in his preaching.

He attributed the reason to the futon, and decided that Hongyun had robbed him of the opportunity.

He was going to find Hongyun's bad luck.

After leaving Zixiao Palace, the feeling not only did not subside, but became even stronger.

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Hong Yun flew towards his cave.

He desperately wanted to find a safe place to meditate in silence.

Above the nine heavens, the Kunpeng transformed by the great man followed the trail of Hongyun.

He wanted to find a secluded place, and hit Hong Yun with a sap without anyone noticing, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Seeing the red cloud walking to a high mountain, the big man was about to strike.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Hong Yun, who wanted to return to the cave as soon as possible, didn't want to pay attention to this voice.

But the familiar voice seemed to have magical powers, so he couldn't help but look back.

It turned out to be Tongtian.

"Okay, Babel, why are you so unfamiliar."

Tong Tian laughed: "Brother Dao, why don't you listen to Hongjun's preaching?"

"I'm really restless, I'm afraid that disaster will come, so I go back to the cave to escape."

Facing Zhitongtian, Hongyun said the truth.

"Then go together, I will protect the Dharma for brother Tao."

"So, thank you very much."

Hong Yun turned around and continued to fly towards the cave.

Feeling a pain in my heart, I looked down.

Ji Dujian protruded from his chest.

"Tongtian you, why are you..."

In an instant, Ji Du's sword wiped out all the vitality of Hong Yun.

A monstrous hatred entangled Hong Yun.

The world seems to be frozen in general.

Kusen appeared beside Hongyun at the right time.

"It's hard to be stabbed in the back by a close friend."

"Want revenge? Give me your soul, and I'll kill him for you."

He leaned down and softly bewitched Hongyun's ear.

"Okay, I'll give it all to you, as long as you help me avenge."

Hong Yun, who had already died, suddenly made a sound.

"Jie Jie"

Coulson let out a piercing laugh, and it was finally done.

A crack finally appeared in Xia Qihong's soul.

He dived into Hong Yun's body and found his soul.

"Although there are still many secrets in your body, after the soul belongs to me, these secrets will also belong to me."

Kurson couldn't bear it any longer, and turned into a huge mouth to swallow his soul.

A mass of darkness enveloped Xia Qihong's soul.

Suddenly a pure white flame rose from the soul.

Kurson was burned to death before he could even utter a scream.

He became the nutrient that condensed Xia Qihong's soul.

Xia Qihong in the barracks opened his eyes with a strange expression on his face.

Playing with the tablet of fate that suddenly appeared on his body.

He remembered that he was crossing the heart demon.

Why would there be slates appearing on his body?
Why do I have no memory at all?

Based on his experience at this time, it would never have occurred to him that what he encountered was not a catastrophe of the heart demon.

Instead, he was entered by the demon and entered the illusion created by the demon.

What he didn't even know was that his soul was wrapped in the power of merit.

Only then was it saved from the fate of being devoured by Kurson.

And merit happens to be the nemesis of the Kusen family.

Unknowingly, Kusen swallowed his soul in one gulp, just like swallowing a scorching sun, life and death disappeared in an instant.

So the loose memory was sealed again.

The memory of his experience of those illusions was also sealed.

Just when Xia Qihong couldn't find the answer.

In the camp of the Radiance Church.

Kurson, who fell to the ground, struggled to get up.

"How is it, did it work?"

San Fladomingo looked at Kusen who got up and asked, with a strange expression on his face.

The aura of Kusen in front of him was very weak, if it wasn't for the special sense of being Aio's attendant, he would have thought it was a counterfeit.

"There is something strange in Xia's body, my body has already died."

As a negative energy aggregate, Kurson has a special talent.

He can split himself into two entities.

If the main body dies, the divided part continues to grow as the main body.

"So you are a clone now?"

San Fladomingo is obviously also very aware of Cousin's talent.

"That's right, I don't know how many souls have to be devoured to return to the state of the main body, please help me prepare."

Coulson feebly made a request to San Vladomingo.

"You no longer need a soul to replenish."

"why?"

Cusen watched San Fladomingo warily.

"Because there is no need for this anymore, you will be a sacrifice to welcome Mr. Oscar's arrival."

A black flame enveloped Kurson.

Weak and unable to resist, he turned into a aggregate and was sucked into St. Vladomingo's Tablet of Fate.

"It's still a little bit short of the request of Mr. Oscar's arrival."

San Ferdomingo flew out of the tent, looking at the barracks below with a dark gaze.

"You should be very happy to be the sacrifice of Mr. Oscar."