Wu Meiniang is secretly competing with the Heavenly Court, and wants to prove that the Immortal Alliance is definitely not the second Heavenly Court, but a real force that can solve problems, and is an indispensable collective for everyone.

Only strength can let everyone know the value of the Immortal Alliance.

The Jade Emperor hopes that the Heavenly Court has the ability to compete with the Immortal Alliance, but the Heavenly Court has backward technology and outdated ideas. There is no good way except to ask for help from the saint.

The monks originally thought that in the face of threats like fog, the Immortal Alliance would definitely be helpless, and in the end they could only ask the saint to take action, but they did not expect that the Immortal Alliance would prove its strong strength with actions.

"I really didn't expect there would be a countermeasure so soon." The Golden Fox Empress was stunned, feeling deeply moved, and she said that the times have changed. This major crisis that even gods could do nothing about has been controlled. Although the fundamental problem has not been solved yet, scientists proposed a solution, that is, to use supercompressive spirit absorption and use the principle of penetration to solve the problem.

Too fast, is this the speed of the Immortal Alliance?

At this moment, Nuwa was also a little dazed because she also thought that this was another crisis response event that was her. But this time the Three Realms performed very well, especially the Immortal Alliance, which was even more eye-catching.

"The power of the three realms has grown to the point where you can fight the crisis by yourself." I don't know whether it's loss or happiness, but Nuwa's feeling is very complicated. It's like her child is finally growing up and about to spread her wings and fly high. In the future, there will be less and less demand for saints, and she can solve the problem by herself.

Nuwa thought maybe it was because the creatures in the Three Realms were already strong enough and no longer needed a saint, so she chose one of them. He Dao would still kill himself, and there was no option to stand still.

Laojun also met Nuwa and conveyed his premonition. Although there was no evidence, Nuwa knew that Laojun would not be groundless. Since he said that, at a certain point in the future, the saint would definitely face this choice. She was very grateful to Laojun for telling her in advance, which made her mentally prepared.

Nuwa may meet, although this is not an ideal choice, she will never retreat.

"Empress, what's going on with this thick fog? How could such a dangerous object be there for no reason?" He Ling didn't understand. It was obvious that it was fine, how could such a crisis occur?

"This is not for no reason." Nuwa said slowly and said, "The thick fog is originally a cloud, because the changes of millions of years finally broke out at this moment, and the hatred for the three realms continues to expand."

He Ling means he doesn't understand.

"In fact, it was not six people who had the opportunity to become saints at the beginning, but seven people." Nuwa talked about the past, and seven people obtained the Hongmeng purple aura from the ancestor Hongjun.

It was the first time that He Ling knew that there was another person who had the chance to become a saint, so she would ask: "But there are only six saints in the three realms. What happened to the seventh one?"

"He was killed by the immortal who coveted the purple qi of Hongmeng." Nuwa said: "The source of the thick fog is the Cloud Altar, which is the death place of the seventh saint, Hongyun Taoist. For millions of years, his soul has not disappeared. Instead, because of its fusion with the purple qi of Hongmeng, it finally started to act after having the energy to annex the three realms."

"Why do we need to annex the Three Realms? If there are injustices and debts, we have a master. How can we kill innocent people indiscriminately?" Although He Ling sympathized with Taoist Hongyun's experience, he could not accept his behavior.

"There is only unwillingness in the thick fog, no empathy, and no compassion, so we cannot use the idea of ​​ordinary people to demand thick fog. The Taoist Hongyun is dead, and the fog is not him." Nuwa Niangniang knew very well that the fog was just a remnant of the Taoist Hongyun after his death, and Hongyun's original will had long been broken and disappeared.

He Ling nodded to express his understanding. The thick fog is completely different from the Hongyun, and the Hongyun is already dead.

When Hongyun died, Yunyao finally pieced together the whole picture of the fragment, which was the life of Taoist Hongyun. An immortal who had the chance to become a saint died in the end. That kind of aggrievance was too strong, and Yunyao even empathized with it.

She knew why she had hallucinations, because her current state was exactly the same as Hongyun. She had reached the last moment of becoming a saint and was already in sight. However, those who traveled a hundred miles apart were half a dozen. As long as they were not a saint, they would have the possibility of all their previous efforts being wasted.

"Understand, I understand them too much, I understand them completely." Yunyao looked at the complete illusion and said that he understood. If he fell down one step away from becoming a saint, his resentment would definitely be deeper than Hongyun, and he would definitely take revenge on the world because of his unwillingness. This is even more uncomfortable than when the game is about to pass the level, the save file is broken.

Just understanding is understanding, what is the purpose of these hallucinations? "Does it remind me not to repeat the same mistakes? Or do you want to tell me other things?" Yun Yao thought that the motive for the appearance of the hallucinations? Is there a reason or is it a pure coincidence?

Although Yun Yao and Taoist Hongyun are in a similar situation, it is not a hallucination that will appear after millions of years to remind yourself.

"I've seen fellow Taoist." Just when Yun Yao was helpless in the face of the hallucination, the hallucination was integrated, and it started to operate like a program. The hallucination scene was gentle and elegant. The Hongyun Taoist in red robe actually spoke. His voice was very calm, without any excitement.

Obviously, some soul fragments of Hongyun Taoist remained in the hallucination, and now they were pieced together by Yun Yao.

"Friends of Taoism." Yunyao was a little dazed because she was having a conversation that had traveled millions of years. She knew that the remnant soul in the hallucination only remembered what happened millions of years ago. He did not know him, but from the other party's gentle expression, we can see that he was a good person before his birth.

Hongyun’s remnant soul also knew that he was dead, and it was fate that could be pieced together by Yunyao. Although it was a remnant soul, it was also obvious that Yunyao is exactly the same as he was back then, so he bowed again and said, “Congratulations to fellow Taoist for becoming a saint.”

"Thank you." Yunyao still didn't understand the other party's purpose. Was everything just a coincidence? So he asked, "I wonder why my friend appeared in front of me?"

"I don't know, I just remember that I was dead, my remnant soul was constantly tortured, torn apart by my unwillingness, and finally lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I saw fellow Taoist fellow Taoist. I think it's been a long time since then. Is the old saint gone and the new saint about to appear?" Hongyun asked back.

"No, Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Sect Master, Nuwa Niangniang, Tathagata Buddha, and Taoist Zhiting, they are all still here. I just had the chance to become the seventh saint by chance." Yun Yao said modestly.

The elegant and easy-going Hongyun felt that Yunyao's personality was similar to hers, and perhaps she started thinking again to help the other party.

Hongyun knew very well the difficulty of the road to becoming a saint. The higher the requirements for luck in the end, the worse his luck was. He was a little bit unlucky. He appeared at the wrong place at the wrong time, and died in the last tens of millions of years of Taoism. He had no luck in becoming a saint, but the other party seemed to have it, but there was still disaster.

"I am proficient in numerology and hexagrams, and I see that you still have disasters. Since we are destined to be, I might as well entrust the Hongmeng purple qi to you so that you can survive the disasters and become a saint safely." Hongyun said.
Chapter completed!