"Perhaps...the boundless sea of blood!"
While thinking, an idea suddenly popped into Chen Yi's mind: If this drop of weak water from the underworld were merged with the boundless sea of blood, would it bring unexpected surprises?
"If it's not guaranteed, how can I create a second underworld in the world of Xuan Ni?"
As his mind wandered, he couldn't help but lick his lips.
He immediately took action. He always had the character to do whatever he thought of. Mainly with Qingnv as his backing, it didn't matter even if he really broke the news.
This is the difference between three generations of business and ten years of poverty.
The former can boldly try many new things, and if they fail, they will have to start over from scratch. The latter can't afford to lose and dare not gamble, so they naturally have more chances of getting ahead.
Get rid of distracting thoughts, quietly watch the Qingming Festival at the mourning platform, and wait for a hundred breaths.
Chen Yi took a deep breath and crushed the jade bottle. In an instant, an extremely sinister and evil energy overflowed out. After a while, an extremely filthy and filthy response came from under the sea of blood.
"Boom!"
The weak water of the Yellow Spring drips, as if a stone is thrown into the calm lake, creating ripples in circles, and the sea of blood swirls and swirls, creating a vacuum zone.
The blood of the pagoda surrounds the weak water of the underworld.
Two equally extremely negative wills tested each other and were wary of each other, but neither one took the initiative to provoke the other. In the end, there was a situation where water in a well does not conflict with the river.
A drop of weak water from the underworld is still too small, and more importantly, the sea of blood does not exist easily. The two are on par, and pollution and assimilation are basically unrealistic.
The most ideal situation is that the original scope of the Blood Sea is divided into two, half belongs to Huangquan and half belongs to the Blood Sea. However, Chen Yi is already very satisfied with this.
"At least it shows that my idea works."
"This is enough."
"Don't be too greedy as a person, be content with what you have."
He withdrew his gaze, and his consciousness exited the mysterious world, and said to himself: "I am afraid that my mysterious world will become the second underworld... ha."
Then.
He himself laughed at the idea.
Let’s not talk about other things first.
The reason why the netherworld has been prosperous and even stronger day by day is not due to ghosts and evil spirits, but to the laws of the earth and the six paths of reincarnation that it manifests.
Neither of these two things can be touched by a quasi-transformation god.
It’s not even possible to survive the tribulation and become an immortal!
but…
Chen Yi had a vague premonition that Bai Huerlian could handle this for him.
Blind and unreasonable faith.
In fact, by now, he already had a vague guess about Bai Huer's face, but that level was too high, so high that even he didn't dare to dream about it.
He even questioned from the bottom of his heart, how could that level like him?
This has nothing to do with having low self-esteem, and he is not a person who belittles himself. How can I put it, just like you, as a human being, will never fall in love with an ant.
Even if that ant was cultivated by you yourself.
To put it more intuitively.
Your identity is that of a poor student.
If you are spotted by the school belle, you will be excited; if you are spotted by the CEO of a listed company, you will be honored; if you are spotted by the king of a country, you will be like a dream.
If you go up to the higher level and the gods come down to earth, you will be frightened, but you will be able to adapt slowly.
That.
What if it’s Nuwa? What if He is more ancient than Nuwa?
This is scary.
Chen Yi, who didn't want to dwell too much on this matter, lightly rubbed the center of his brows. Then, he changed his mind. Anyway, the love on Bai Huer's face didn't seem to be fake. Besides, let it go.
His mood gradually calmed down, and he looked to the southeast, with a flash of light in his deep eyes:
"It's time to close the net."
