"Did that kid do it on purpose?"
In the bloody palace, Styx's eyes were somewhat gloomy through the hall, constantly sweeping over the surging sea of blood.
Just now, he inadvertently noticed a strange yet familiar aura passing by, which made him wonder if that boy Fanchen came to see him on purpose.
"Who is it? You are so sneaky that you don't dare to come out and see her?"
After scanning the surroundings, Styx frowned and found nothing unusual, and his whole body instantly appeared above the sea of blood.
With a cold snort, his whole body's momentum suddenly exploded.
The overwhelming evil energy turned into a substantial dark mist, spreading to every corner of the blood sea.
"Fellow Taoist, you are well."
At this moment, a laughing voice suddenly sounded not far away, Styx turned his head suddenly, and the next moment, Tang Hai's body suddenly emerged above the sea of blood.
Looking at Styx, who was filled with evil aura and whose aura was not weaker than that of anyone under the saint, Tang Hai smiled and said hello awkwardly.
Originally, he just wanted to see what kind of person the legendary Ancestor Styx was, but he never thought that he would actually meet the great disciple of the Western Sect here.
Nowadays, in the ancient times, the major sects are fighting fiercely for faith.
As a quasi-saint-level powerhouse, Styx is on a completely different level from the great disciple of the Western Sect.
They met together, and Fanchen was still alone. The meaning was somewhat intriguing.
"It's you?!"
Looking at Tang Hao who suddenly appeared and called himself fellow Taoist, Ming He was stunned for a while before he reacted.
The evil spirit in his eyes quickly disappeared, and in just a moment, an ordinary-looking old man appeared in front of Tang Hao.
"God... Fellow Taoist, what are you doing?"
After hesitating for a moment, Styx raised his hand and asked in a strange tone.
He was now certain that the familiar yet unfamiliar aura he felt before was probably emanating from Tang Hao in front of him.
In this case, the other party should also have seen the boy from the Western religion just now.
"I came here to ask Hou Tu about something. I passed by here and thought of coming over for a visit."
Looking at Styx's headache, Tang Hao smiled and did not mention what he had just seen.
Visit yourself? !
However, after hearing Tang Hao's words, Ming He was stunned again.
Visits were not uncommon in the ancient world, but most of them were two acquaintances visiting each other.
He and Tang Hao have never crossed paths since they looked at each other five thousand years ago.
What's more, most of the visits were made by those with low strength to those with high strength. Ming He asked himself that although his strength was ranked among the best in the world, it was still not enough in front of a being like Tang Hao.
"The arrival of fellow Taoist will really bring glory to my Blood God Palace."
After reacting, a smile appeared on Ming He's old face, and he had a tacit understanding not to mention what happened to Fan Chen just now.
"Why don't you go in and sit for a while?"
After learning the other party's intention of coming, Styx warmly invited the other party to sit inside the bloody palace.
Tang Hao wanted to understand him, why didn't he want to understand the other person?
As a forbidden creature, the great things Tang Hao did in the ancient times are still engraved in the hearts of the creatures even after five thousand years.
The image of God in the eyes of the world has always been powerful and mysterious. What Styx said before was not polite, but he really felt a little flattered.
As a quasi-sage, he understands better than all living beings in the ancient world what the so-called forbidden creatures represent.
If he could have some interaction with the other party, Styx believed that no one would refuse him.
"There's no need to sit here. If fellow Taoist fellow Taoist don't mind, can we chat for a few words?"
Facing Styx's invitation, Tang Hao waved his hand and said with a smile.
"Of course I don't mind. What do you want to talk about, fellow Taoist Master?"
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Ming He slowly fell down and soon arrived not far from Tang Hao.
"I heard that fellow Taoist once created a special race. Can you open my eyes?"
Tang Hao didn't think much about the legendary murderer Styx Ancestor being so easy to talk to. After pondering for a moment, he opened his mouth and told one of the things he was more curious about.
It seems that the Shura clan is not only unique to the ancient times. In many worlds, the word Shura is associated with power.
Tang Hao was naturally very curious about this mysterious race. He wanted to see what the legendary Shura clan was like and why Styx had no merit after creating them.
"A special race? Fellow Taoist, are you talking about the Shura clan?"
On the other side, after hearing Tang Hao's words, Ming He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Not bad, what, is it inconvenient?" Tang Hao asked, seemingly sensing the other party's surprise.
"If fellow Taoist had come earlier, there would be no problem."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Ming He's mouth, and he looked towards the distant sky, "I won't hide it from my fellow Taoists. Just now, the great disciple of the Western Sect came to find me and took away all the Shura clan."
Taken away all the Shura clan?
Hearing this, Tang Hao's eyes flashed with surprise.
He just said why he felt that the aura on Fanchen's body changed so much. It turned out to be because he carried the Shura clan.
"The Western religion's method of hiding a drop in the world is very powerful. Although the kid just reached Taiyi, there is no problem in taking away a whole clan."
Styx's tone was vaguely gloating, as if he had thought of something interesting, "If fellow Taoist really want to see it, you can go to the Brahma Realm for a walk."
Without concealing the fact that Fan Chen had just come to see him, Ming He looked at Tang Hao and reminded him.
"The realm of Brahma?"
Hearing this word, Tang Hao's mind suddenly flashed into some words that Tongtian had said to him.
The two sages of the West once created a small world separated from the ancient world at the foot of Mount Sumeru. The small world was divided into three days, and Brahma was one of them.
"Yes, the Western disciple who just took away my Shura clan is in charge of the operation of Brahma." Styx nodded.
"That's really a pity. If I have a chance, I will go and take a look."
Tang Hao shook his head with regret, but suddenly looked at the sea of blood at his feet.
"Speaking of which, fellow Taoist, wouldn't you feel lonely if you stay in a place like this all day?"
"Loneliness? What's so lonely?"
Hearing Tang Hao's words, a trace of doubt flashed in Ming He's eyes.
"I have lived here since I was born. Now that the Great Age is about to usher in, even a saint may not be able to control the overall situation. It is good for me to stay here."
"After all, not everyone is as fearless and fearless as you, fellow Taoist."
Ming He's voice had some deep meaning. After he finished speaking, his deep eyes looked at Tang Hao not far away, with strange colors in his eyes.
"Fellow Taoist, you are joking."
Regarding Styx's praise, Tang Hao waved his hand indifferently and his tone was very calm.
After learning that the Shura clan had been taken away, he had no intention of staying any longer. He glanced around, finally landed on Ming He and said with a smile: "In this case, I will not disturb fellow Taoist Qingyou. "
"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, he disappeared without waiting for the other party to reply, as if he had never appeared before.
Seeing this scene, Styx's pupils shrank, but soon returned to normal.
After staring at the position Tang Hao was standing in silence for a moment, he slowly turned around and walked towards the bloody palace.
The surging sea of blood once again returned to its previous dead silence. It kept squirming and jumping, making no sound, but seemed to never stop.
On the other side, Tang Hao, who had left the sea of blood, no longer wasted time, his thoughts unfolded, and the next moment, his body emerged by a river.
Looking up, the sky was still foggy.
The sea of blood has become no longer visible, and the Nine Nether River around him has also returned to darkness.
However, Tang Hao, who was standing by the river, could clearly feel that at this time, there was a trace of chaos covering his head under the mist.
"Fellow Taoist Houtu, I am God, please come out and see me."
By the riverside, Tang Hao's voice suddenly sounded and headed straight towards the sky.
Although Jiuyou is mysterious, there may still be many places that have not yet been explored.
But Tang Hao didn't know how long it took to pass the stone bridge, and Jiuyou couldn't detect the flow of time, so he decided to solve the most important thing first.
If the ruthless emperor really came to the ancient world, the changes he would bring to the human race would definitely be huge, and Tang Hao still wanted to fight for it.
And just after he spoke, the next moment, just like before, the entire Jiuyou Land suddenly began to tremble violently.
Six huge roulette wheels broke through the mist, and appeared above Tang Hao's head with the aura of chaos!
At the same time, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of the six huge roulette wheels.
The figure is graceful, the appearance is beautiful, the long hair is spread behind the head without any wind, it is the Houtu whom he has not seen for a long time!
Perhaps after sleeping for five thousand years, Hou Tu still seemed a little confused after he appeared.
But soon, as if she noticed something, her eyes suddenly lowered, "Fellow Daoist God?"
An ethereal voice like snow sounded. Looking at Tang Hao, who seemed to be more detached than before, Hou Tu's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible joy.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Houtu, you are fine."
Looking at Houtu who was standing in front of what looked like six paths of reincarnation, Tang Hao smiled and said hello in a very relaxed tone.
For this strange woman with a hint of legend, Tang Hao actually had some admiration in his heart.
The price paid for reincarnation in the six realms of reincarnation may be eternal sleep in the Netherworld.
This kind of loneliness is not something ordinary people can bear.
After not seeing each other for thousands of years, Tang Hao could already feel that Hou Tu's aura had become a little more ethereal.
Presumably if it weren't for him, Hou Tu wouldn't know when he would wake up next.
