The netherworld.
Boundless sea of blood.
This is the place where the filthy air of the ancient world gathered. Countless souls flew in, and then merged into those blood bubbles, turning into an ugly and beautiful figure.
A stream of blood rose into the sky and turned into a lotus. Ancestor Styx looked up at the sky, and the gray scenery made him feel particularly comfortable.
Although since the six paths of reincarnation were opened.
The soul has a home.
But the sea of blood has not completely lost its appeal to the soul.
But he chose to lie down in front of Empress Houtu Pingxin.
No soul without the nod of this being would be able to come here. On the contrary, as long as this existence nods, then these souls must come over.
"Ancestor! There's a fight outside. I heard it was very brutal." A figure hurried over and said excitedly.
They have been trapped in the corner of the sea of blood since they were born, full of yearning for the outside world. But as long as the ancestor doesn't say anything, no matter how much curiosity he has in his heart, he can only hold it back.
"You want to go over and join the war?" Patriarch Styx didn't know what the boys under him were thinking.
One blood bubble burst after another, and all the men of the Asura clan stood on the surface of the sea of blood. Their fighting spirit was extremely strong, and they wanted to pick up the weapons in their hands and rush into the wild land.
"What do the three Xuanmen religions becoming gods have to do with me? Who dares to step into the sea of blood? Don't blame ancestors for being ruthless." Ming He's tone was particularly cold.
All the Asuras shuddered and quickly lowered their heads. The fighting spirit stirring deep in his heart was forcibly defeated and disappeared without a trace, leaving only extreme fear.
"Do you think the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Cult are all made of clay? Open your eyes and take a good look at their true strength." As the words fell, a stream of blood rose into the sky and turned into a mirror, turning the battlefield into a mirror. The situation unfolded in full.
Countless magic weapons swept over the sky.
The phantom of the 24-square world is looming.
The three Dharma wheels of heaven, earth and man are circling.
You can even see an unimaginably majestic silhouette.
Blessed by all kinds of incredible powers, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao appear as fragile as paper. Under the pursuit of everyone from Jiejiao, there was no way to fight back.
Born in the prehistoric times, but different from the prehistoric times. There is no denying the abilities of Tongtian's disciples, but what surprises Minghe even more is whether Taoist Duobao and the others are too strong and have exceeded their limit.
Forcibly surpassing the realm of heaven.
A question arises deep in my heart. Ever since the appearance of Fengshen Calamity, Tongtian has asked all the disciples of Jiejiao to practice in seclusion. But at this juncture, Duobao and the others killed Jiang Ziya, the man who conferred the title of God.
Although theatergoers never take it too seriously.
But the contrast between before and after is too great.
Is it because...
"Ancestor, why do I feel that these people have a power and aura that is completely different from the prehistoric times." One person said cautiously.
This statement coincides with what Styx thought.
Undeniable.
Tongtian is a saint.
He is powerful and knowledgeable, but I and Yuan are not vegetarians either. They are also one of the Three Pure Ones, so there cannot be such a big difference.
Then there is only one possibility.
There are adventures in the sky.
Or maybe these people are having an adventure.
"Not long ago, something happened deep in the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I heard that the great witch Xingtian visited that existence. The remnants of the witch clan on the ancient land also gathered outside Chaoge City." Because they were in the netherworld, the Asura clan had no idea about the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The movement was full of vigilance.
What does the Wu clan want to do?
What does Xing Tian want to do?
Why does a good person come to the six realms of reincarnation?
"Everyone, please stay in the sea of blood and are not allowed to go out. This world is going to be in chaos, and the chaos is far greater than imagined." Ming He's heart tightened, all the news was summarized, and it felt like the entire world was going to be in chaos. People are not good.
I'm just a melon-eater.
Don't let the flames of war burn here. Even though the sea of blood will never destroy me, neither will I, but the feeling of being seriously injured and dying is enough to make people collapse.
"Ancestor! There is someone in the air outside Kunlun Mountain." A surprised voice sounded, and all the Asuras' eyes were focused in the air.
Several figures exuding majestic power.
All looked dull.
It seems that something extremely remarkable has been discovered.
Haotian.
Yaochi.
Taibai Venus.
Barefoot Immortal.
All the people in heaven who could be beaten came out.
They are not afraid of someone going up to the thirty-third heaven and attacking the Lingxiao Palace.
"Look no matter what you look at, disaster is imminent. If you don't get back here, go back." Ancestor Styx scolded him, but he quickly came to his senses.
where is this place?
The depths of the nether world.
A sea of blood where the filthy air from the ancient world gathered.
Not to mention the powerful forces of all parties, even the saints are not willing to set foot easily. As long as I stay here honestly, it doesn’t matter what they do outside, it has nothing to do with me. I’m just a salted fish lying flat, a qualified person. People who eat melons.
"Wait a minute! Ghost Mother, go and get me some snacks and drinks. My ancestor is going to get drunk today." I was scared to death. Even if this disaster in Xuanmen expands, what if it expands? If the ancestor doesn’t go out, what can you do to me?
The Asuras looked at each other with an inexplicable feeling. In a very short period of time, my ancestor's attitude changed drastically.
The key point of these changes is the several figures appearing in mid-air.
All the Asuras dispersed in a hurry.
They dived into the sea of blood one after another.
Only one woman with a beautiful appearance was left. She brought drinks and snacks and placed them respectfully in front of the ancestor: "Master, how come you are so happy all of a sudden?"
"It's not that ancestors and I are in high spirits, it's that this ancient world is so wonderful." Ancestor Styx said meaningfully, poured a glass of wine, and then drank it all. Thinking of the scenes of traveling through the wilderness back then, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
But in front of the apprentice.
He couldn't show it.
He could only show an extremely complicated expression.
His face was filled with a feeling of vicissitudes of life.
Back then, they fought fiercely for a holy throne of heaven, but they disappeared in the end. It is undeniable that they are respected in the ancient world now, but we also don’t think about it, before the saint was born, who was the protagonist in the ancient world?
Think of saints.
Think of the Holy Throne.
Think of Hongmeng Ziqi.
I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
After studying Nuwa's creation of human beings, she created the Asura clan. Xue Sanqing and two Western saints founded the Great Sect and created the Asura Sect. Parrots imitate words and make people laugh, making me, my ancestor, the laughing stock of ancient times.
Now I am tired and exhausted.
If you want to fight, fight.
I will not participate in the anti-ancestor movement.
"If you have nothing to do, you can go to Songcheng and take a look. There must be a big secret there." Although Minghe wanted to be a salted fish, his eyes were extremely vicious and he immediately thought of the most critical place.
