In a gray mist, Tang Hao stepped out.
Looking around, the vast starry sky has disappeared.
The sound of rushing water sounded again, and the gray-white void descended again. Behind Tang Hao, a stone bridge stood quietly and mysteriously.
"Have you reached the other side of the stone bridge?"
Looking at the scene around him that was the same as before, Tang Hao murmured, turned around, and saw familiar footprints.
The stone bridge is still the same stone bridge, but the figure of the woman on it has disappeared.
"It seems that after I finish asking Hou Tu, I have to go to Penglai Island."
Standing under the bridge, Tang Hao's eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Now, in addition to the question about whether traveling through two worlds with different time flows will affect the speed of cultivation, there is another reason to find Tongtian.
The woman just now was so mysterious, her whole body was shrouded in a layer of mist.
If the other party is really a creature from the prehistoric times, then Tongtian, as a saint, would know something about it.
And if the other party is not a primitive creature, then the other party is very likely to be a figure that is the same as the Emperor of Desolate Heaven.
For some reason, Tang Hao always felt that the other party was probably not a prehistoric creature.
After all, those scenes just now were too amazing. They were clearly just walking across a stone bridge, but they seemed to be walking in the vastness of time and space, crossing all the heavens and worlds!
"The universe is infinitely vast, long and profound, and the same is true for the wonders in the world. Even saints are only nurtured in the vast world."
A sentence once said by the saint Laozi flashed through his mind. Looking at the lonely line of footprints on the bridge, Tang Hao chuckled and turned around to leave.
For some reason, he always felt that he might see the mysterious woman again, and he was looking forward to Honghuang even more.
Tang Hao's body, who turned around and left, gradually disappeared into the gray mist, as if he had never appeared before.
Shiqiao fell into silence again, and an ethereal and sad word sounded from time to time, as if it had passed through eternity and was repeated endlessly.
On the other side, after leaving the stone bridge, Tang Hao continued to follow the flow of the Jiuyou River.
Although he is walking, he is still a monk in the realm of transcending tribulation. Just one step can cover hundreds of miles.
This is because Tang Hao deliberately slowed down because he was afraid of missing some of the same scenery as before. Otherwise, even without using his mind, he could travel thousands of miles or even thousands of miles in an instant just by relying on his tribulation cultivation.
Time seemed to have lost its effect in the land of Jiuyou. After walking for an unknown amount of time, there was finally a change in the surroundings.
"I didn't accidentally come to Styx's territory, right?"
Looking at the river water beside him that was starting to turn a little bright red, Tang Hao touched his chin and muttered to himself uncertainly.
Raising his head slightly, he saw that the distance was still gray, but it seemed vaguely different.
After standing there and thinking for a while, Tang Hao decided to go over and take a look before talking.
He is also very interested in the legendary Ancestor Styx who created the Shura clan.
Although they had talked across the endless void, Tang Hao was not very familiar with the use of thoughts at that time, and seeing Jiuyou was just an accident.
He only remembered that the ancestor of Styx at that time seemed to be an old man, and then his whole body was filled with evil energy, and he could not see his true appearance clearly.
"I heard that the men of the Shura clan are all extremely ugly, while the women are all enchanting and beautiful. I don't know if that's true."
The pace inevitably accelerated, and Tang Hao's mind began to search for some rumors about the Ancestor Styx in his memory.
Ancestor Styx, a very famous existence in the ancient world.
As an innate being born in the sea of blood in the underworld, he is not only a member of the strongest echelon below saints, he is even the best among them.
Moreover, it is said that Styx also has two swords that can kill spirits but are not connected with cause and effect. Their names are Abi and Yuantu.
"I remember that this guy from Styx wanted to try it himself after Nuwa created humans and became a saint. He never thought that after creating the Shura clan, he would not be recognized by heaven and have no merit."
"I don't know if it is true that the sea of blood never dries up and the river of Styx never dies."
Tang Hao, who was walking by the Jiuyou River, suddenly murmured in his heart, and at the same time, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.
For some characters in the prehistoric era, he no longer makes judgments directly based on memory as he did before.
Now that I have become a young man, who can know what the ancestor of Styx is like?
As time went by, the gray mist in the distance began to become ruddy and hazy, as if it was shrouded by the setting sun.
The Jiuyou River beside him also gradually turned from dark to light red, and began to turn from light to dark as Tang Hao advanced.
Finally, the gray mist had completely turned into a mass of scarlet. Just like on the stone bridge before, the red mist surged like a wall and a mirror, blocking the way.
Tang Hao stopped, standing in front of the red mist, and raised his brows slightly.
Although he could not clearly see the scene behind the red mist, he could smell a faint smell of blood from the crimson that was constantly twisting and surging.
"It seems that we are on the right track."
Smiling and muttering to himself, Tang Hao didn't care whether there was any danger in the red mist in front of him, and stepped directly into it.
The mental method started to work, and Tang Hao walked out of the fog wall again, with clouds of blood behind him.
Let out a gentle breath, and the next moment the red mist dissipated, and a whole new world suddenly appeared in front of you.
Light fell from the sky again, but it was not sunlight, but blood-red light.
Raising his head slightly, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly narrowed.
An extremely huge mass of liquid slowly squirmed in the sky about tens of thousands of meters above the head.
The liquid was scarlet red and pungent, and it seemed to contain the most filthy darkness in the world.
The sea of blood is surging, beautiful and strange.
Even though he was tens of thousands of meters away, Tang Hao could still see that there seemed to be many black shadows in this sea of blood beating in irregular shapes.
Some of them are twisted, some are crawling, some are laughing wildly, some are depraved...
And on top of these, a palace that was the same color as the sea of blood floated faintly, exuding overwhelming evil energy, as if suppressing the group of black shadows like dead souls!
Around him, the originally dark River of Nine Nethers seemed to be affected by the sea of blood above the sky, and its entire body also turned into deep red.
If Tang Hao was standing in the air at the same height as the palace at this time, he would find that the Nine Nether River under his feet seemed to have turned into a blood vessel, transporting fresh blood to an unknown place... ....
Beside the red mist, Tang Hao looked at the monstrous sea of blood, his expression unchanged.
After seeing the scene on the stone bridge, the shock brought by the sea of blood in front of me didn't seem to be much.
The body began to rise out of thin air, heading towards the blood-red palace at a moderate speed.
As it got closer and closer, the bloody smell in the air became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a substantial mist, thick and disgusting.
Avoiding the fog, Tang Hao continued to move upward.
He thought that the smell of the sea of blood filled with all kinds of filth would be very unpleasant, but he never thought that after getting closer, he didn't feel anything strange.
"Is it because I absorbed the demon blood?"
Feeling the excitement of a certain breath in his body, a thoughtful look flashed across Tang Hao's face.
The demons who can be selected by Donghuang Taiyi and thrown into the altar basically have their karma turned into reality.
The blood energy transformed from their flesh and blood may not be weaker than the evil energy emanating from the sea of blood in front of them.
"Would you like to say hello first?"
"After all, it's someone else's territory. It seems a bit impolite to intrude so suddenly."
No longer paying attention to the sea of blood that was constantly squirming like a living creature in front of him, Tang Hao raised his head and looked at the palace that was getting closer and closer, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Nowadays, it is difficult for him to feel any rejection or dislike for all the things and creatures in the box. Instead, he has a deep curiosity.
After thinking about it, Tang Hao decided to say hello first.
After all, Styx is not Luo Hu. After all, he has met Luo Hu a few times. Styx has never crossed paths with each other except for a glance when he was looking for Hou Tu.
However, just when Tang Hao was about to remove Wu Nian's aura from his body, a figure suddenly walked out of the blood-red palace.
At this time, Tang Hao had reached a position level with the blood sea, but the figure didn't seem to see him.
After walking out of the palace, he fled into the distance.
"Tsk, tsk, my physique is beyond words."
Above the sea of blood, Tang Hao looked at the familiar figure leaving, and suddenly shook his head in confusion.
"Why did Styx get involved with the Western religion? Or is it that Jie Yin and Zhunti didn't know about what happened just now?"
Seeing that the appearance and aura of the boy in monk's clothes were completely different from before, Tang Hao clicked his tongue.
That's right, the young man who just walked out of the palace above the sea of blood was Fan Chen who had fought against Jiang Zangfeng in Guanjiang City, and his appearance was no less than that of the Heavenly Prince of the Zhetian World.
"Just pretend you didn't see it."
Shaking his head, Tang Hao retracted his gaze and looked at the blood-red palace again.
It's not that I'm afraid of trouble, but that I still have many things that I haven't solved yet.
As long as it's not related to the human race, I don't bother to pay attention to it.
At the same time, deep in the palace located above the sea of blood, an old man exuding an endless ferocious aura sat cross-legged on a futon with an extremely indifferent expression.
At this time, his emotionless eyes were passing through many obstacles, passing through the palace and landing on the back of a person who was leaving in the distance.
Thinking of what the young man said to him just now, Minghe couldn't help but want to laugh, "It's useless for you two guys to say that you want to create a paradise world and save the world. You can't even save your own disciples. It's so funny." Kill me!"
After making a sarcastic remark, Styx shook his head and was about to close his eyes and continue meditating.
The transaction with the young man was still very early, so he was in no hurry to make a move.
However, as if he noticed something, Styx suddenly stood up from the futon and looked outside the palace with a somewhat uncertain gaze.
"Isn't that right? You were discovered just as you were walking with your front feet?"
"Don't you know if anyone is following you?"
