There are no four seasons in the Blood Sea: spring, summer, autumn and winter, only two phases: light and dark, which are divided according to the rise and fall of the tide. Naturally, there is no bleak autumn wind here.
The Xituo tribe is located in an extremely huge black stone mountain. On the cliff more than ten miles away, there are several ordinary-looking thatched houses, but the golden leaves covering them are so magnificent.
This is the residence of the elders of the clan, so naturally there is no need for any guards to guard it.
To the people of the Xituo people, the Elder of Blood Sea is like a god. They dare not approach him at all. They only dare to kneel under the cliff and kowtow to pray for blessings. Looking at the ants-like Blood Sea tribesmen at the foot of the cliff, Yang Liu thought of the patients on both sides of the foot of Lingshan Mountain who were seeking treatment from Lingyin Temple, and an elusive emotion appeared on his pale face.
There was no surprise. Even though the Xi Tuo monster that appeared later was extremely powerful, it couldn't resist Mu Huai.
It seemed like this little guy was born to be the natural enemy of the blood sea monster.
After ingesting the memory, Yang Liu quietly came to Elder Xituo's residence.
To Yang Liu's surprise, the elder didn't seem too surprised by her arrival, and even revealed his intention to cooperate with her on many occasions.
This makes Yangliu very strange.
The fire in the sky gradually dimmed, the sea of blood gradually became quiet, and the underground world ushered in a night that was not much different from the day.
Yang Liu withdrew his gaze and walked into a thatched house. The dark room was very brightly illuminated by golden leaves and crystals, forming a sharp contrast with the world outside the house.
A child is sitting at the table writing, with leaf-like black hair floating gently on his forehead, but the hand holding the pen is as steady as stone.
The handwriting on the paper is also very clear, and can even be called beautiful.
Yang Liu was a little surprised. This child was a lost bloodline of the royal family. He was brought back by the elder a few years ago. Why was he proficient in human language and writing? Even if the elder taught him carefully for several years, it is very remarkable that he can master it to this extent in such a short time.
Until now, Yang Liu didn't know the real name of the future Lord of the Sea of Blood. The elder asked him to just call the kid Styx.
Styx is a very strange name.
There were rumors in the spiritual wasteland that there was a powerful man in the underworld called Ancestor Minghe, but for countless years, no one had ever seen his existence.
Yang Liu looked at Styx writing and felt as if someone had dropped a chess piece on the opposite side of the chessboard.
She liked playing chess the most, but she didn't like playing chess with Su Mo, so she sat down on the opposite side of the Styx River.
Styx put down the pen in his hand and looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.
"Shen Yu said that cause and effect is not a Buddhist tradition, but the direction of time."
Yang Liu picked up the pen and drew a non-existent line in the air between the two, and said: "The direction of time is a line with a beginning and no end."
Styx thought for a moment and said, "What if it's a circle?"
Yang Liu said: "If it can be connected back and forth, a lot of interesting things will happen, but in our experience, this line cannot be connected."
Styx said: "So cause and effect cannot be broken?"
"At least not the people living here, nor the heavenly beings. No one can transcend cause and effect. At most, they can only end cause and effect."
Yang Liu said: "Do you know my origin? Or have you ever seen a heavenly being like me?"
Styx said: "I have read many classics in the past few years. Our ancestors first thought about protecting themselves from being wiped out by outsiders like you. Later, they developed a lot of unwillingness and wanted to share the sunshine and sunshine on the ground. Rain and dew, if you want to get those fertile lands that can produce a lot of food, I have eaten rice, and that one is indeed much more delicious."
Yang Liu said: "This is a very natural and easy-to-understand idea, but I think this is not an answer acceptable to heaven and man."
Styx said seriously: "Sunshine and rain may be good, but they are not suitable for our skills, and even conflict with our bloodline. Our clan has lived underground for tens of millions of years, and has become one with this place, and cannot be separated at all. Why do you have to go out? It’s just that it’s really too hard here, or are you willing to show your generosity?”
Yang Liu looked at his eyes quietly and the flickering light, unable to tell whether the child was lying or really thinking so.
Those are all very good, but they don’t suit me, so I don’t want them.
This is easy to understand, but not many people can do it.
"Is this the reason why you are willing to talk to me, or do you and the elder really think that you can conquer the world where heaven and man are with just your strength, and are you looking for a messenger who can convey the message? "
Styx suddenly laughed and asked: "So, it seems like this is the case."
Yang Liu said: "It is impossible to succeed. We will not allow other races to appear in the Spiritual Wasteland. Even in the current Spiritual Wasteland, there are still two races blocked by us at the edge of the world."
Styx opened his eyes wide, looking a little shocked, and asked: "There are other creatures in your world?"
Yang Liu said: "Yes."
The shock in Styx's eyes suddenly turned into cunning and malice, and he lowered his voice and said, "Maybe I should find cooperation with those two races who were driven to the edge of the world."
Yang Liu said calmly: "You don't need to tell me this, because I...or we don't care."
Styx asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid?"
Yang Liu said: "If there is no accident, you will be killed here soon."
Styx smiled and said calmly: "How is this possible for heavenly beings to invade the Blood Sea? The passage between the two worlds has not been opened yet, and there is no way for your strong men to appear here."
Yang Liu glanced at him and said, "It won't take long."
After saying this, she walked out of the thatched house and came to the tree on the cliffside.
I don't know what species that big tree is, but it still grows extremely densely in the sea of blood without sunlight. In the gray world, it is like a conspicuous big ink block.
The elder stood under the tree, his royal blue clothes like a stain in the ink block.
"He doesn't want to come down and take a look at such an important matter in person. Is he afraid of death or does he think it doesn't matter?"
"Both."
Yangliu followed the elder's gaze and looked toward the distant sky.
A very distant passage was illuminated, and a figure flew up quickly accompanied by lightning.
The elder said: "Another clan member has gone to the realm of heaven and man. It seems that the seal of the passage has become weaker and weaker."
Yang Liu said: "We are getting closer and closer to your destruction."
The underworld master said calmly: "I hope you can see this day."
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Lingyin Temple, main hall.
Xun Ju's eyes drooped slightly, but everyone knew that he was still awake.
Douya stopped talking.
"Daozong has not been provoked like this for many years. Everyone knows that Uncle Shen Yu is the head disciple. The purpose of his and Uncle Yang Liu's coming here is to find the secret to unravel the cause and effect of their bodies. Master Ku's death has nothing to do with him. , As for the so-called souls of the three ancestors, who knows how living beings can live for three thousand years, and it is a mistake in itself for your Lingyin Temple to cover up the existence of the sea of blood."
Dou Ya'er looked at Monk Duwan and said, "For the sake of peace in the spiritual wilderness, I hope Lingyin Temple can give everyone an explanation."
Monk Duwan sat cross-legged in his chair, indicating that he had nothing to say.
Dou Ya'er looked at Lu Wenyu and said: "Mr. Lu, the academy should also be aware of the existence of the sea of blood. It must be clear where those ghosts and wild ghosts come from. We endured what happened back then for a while. This time, Dao Sect ...."
"Don't retreat!..."
Dou Ya'er's tone was decisive.
Lu Wenyu's expression changed slightly.
"The academy will issue an edict. As long as the people in the sea of blood try to occupy the spiritual wasteland, all practitioners in the world will assemble, and the Tang Dynasty will also send iron cavalry. By then, no matter which sect it is, no one will be allowed to fight without permission. On the other side, there are also monsters in the demon realm. The domain will not be calm, Lingyin Temple is stirring up a sea of blood at this time, and the academy has to express doubts."
The layout of Lingyin Temple is that nine holy places are in charge, the academy controls the rules of the world, and then the Tang Dynasty protects the mortal kingdom. When Lingyin Temple leads the creatures of the sea of blood out of the underground, the structure of the world will change. It is difficult to explain the changes clearly.
But just like now, Lu Wenyu has not decided whether Lingyin Temple is an enemy or a friend, because it involves a holy land ranked second in the world and involves many great practitioners who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the world.
No one can guarantee whether there is any deal between Lingyin Temple and Xuehai.
Things in this world have always been about exchanges of interests.
The key to everything lies in Daozong's attitude. In other words, no one would think that Daozong would have a deal with the Blood Sea, the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm.
Countless people looked at Xun Ju, waiting for his answer.
Xun Ju raised his eyes and said: "If they are not of my race, their minds will be different. Kill them!"
The tone of the master of the Daozong Qinglu Palace was as cold as his expression, like a very cold sword in the world.
Ling Jianzi looked at Xun Ju with a hint of admiration in his eyes, thinking that his uncle's murderous intent was so strong.
Qingshan looked at Xun Ju, and suddenly figured out what he was going to do, and his eyes became brighter.
There was a soft buzzing sound, a small hole appeared in the autumn clouds in the sky, and a flying sword came at high speed.
This sword letter came from Daozong and fell into Qingshan's hands. Xun Ju's eyes signaled it to be presented directly to Duwan Monk.
Immediately afterwards, the bells rang in Lingyin Temple.
The blue bird came through the sky, bringing news from afar.
The demon-hunting Si Fei Shu came to report.
Such a large formation made the practitioners in the temple feel strongly uneasy.
He Xichao asked: "Did something happen in the imperial capital?"
After reading the sword letter, Monk Duwan looked at Xun Ju with a profound look and said, "No, it's a big shot coming from the sea of blood."
He Xichao raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who is it?"
Zenzi said: "A priest."
He Xichao had heard some rumors about the Sea of Blood and said slightly warily: "Given his level, the person who came here must be a shadow. As long as it's not the elder and Styx, he doesn't need to worry about it."
Monk Duwan shook his head and said, "It's the real body that's coming."
Hearing these words, the palace was in an uproar.
The strong man from the Blood Sea came to the Spiritual Wasteland in his true form!
This kind of thing has not happened for many years. Is this a sign of the blood sea invasion?
He Xichao stood up suddenly and asked in a deep voice: "Where are they? How are the casualties among the people?"
"The Blood Sea Priest appeared in Xiguan, and then..."
Monk Du Wang glanced at Xun Ju and said, "He was killed by fellow Taoists from the Dao Sect."
