"No, but my subordinates have checked his cultivation level. He is only at the early stage of the Mahayana realm."
"Still on the threshold of cultivating immortality? Would such a useless person come to see my ancestor for urgent matters?"
The more Styx thought about it, the more he felt it was a trap.
"Forget it, bring him here and let me take a look."
Styx thought about it again and again, but decided to meet him.
"Um."
Along the way, Yang Feng tried to strike up a conversation several times, preparing to get some useful information out of the other person's mouth, but in the end, these blood gods were like mutes, keeping silent.
"The ancestors have brought us here."
Nearly ten Blood God Sons personally escorted Yang Feng.
Hearing that these mutes were finally willing to speak, Yang Feng also shifted his gaze to those not far away.
This man has lush beard and hair, his beard is more than three feet long, and his hair is tied up by a golden crown.
Wearing a blood-red robe trimmed with gold, there was an everlasting fire lotus rising in front of him.
"Young man Yang Feng, meet Ancestor Styx!"
Yang Feng could initially judge from just one look at the aura emanating from the opponent's body that the person in front of him was undoubtedly the Styx Ancestor he was looking for.
"Yang Feng? I've never heard of it, and you're looking for me? What do you mean?"
There was a hint of contempt in Styx's eyes.
The humble human ants really didn't interest him at all.
"First of all, congratulations to my ancestor for restoring his former glory. Secondly, I wonder if my ancestor still wants to enter the realm of a saint?"
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.
No matter who you meet, if you don't know them well, compliments are always the right thing to do.
After all, who doesn’t like to hear compliments about themselves?
Monsters like Styx, who have lived for tens of thousands of years, are no exception.
"An ant actually knows that, in the realm of saints, have you ever investigated my ancestor?"
Minghe was curious about how people like Yang Feng, who had not yet truly set foot on the path of immortality, knew the realm of saints.
"No, the realm of saints has been in the prehistoric era for endless years. I don't know if that realm still exists. Now is an era when all races are equal, and everyone is only looking for the chance to become an immortal."
"Huh? Have times changed? After endless years, you can't become a saint. After all, you still can't achieve immortality."
Styx sighed when he heard this.
He had just woken up not long ago and had not yet fully adapted to this world. While chatting with Yang Feng, he was surprised to find that his cultivation realm had also stopped at the stage of transcending tribulation.
You must know that he was a peerless master in the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, and he could be called the first person among the saints.
Actually...
True to that sentence, a dragon swims in the shallow water and is teased by a shrimp, and a tiger falls on the plain and is bullied by a dog.
"Become an immortal? But this world is completely cut off from the immortal energy, so there is no chance."
Styx's body is too sensitive, and he deserves to be the first person under the holy realm.
"No, the way of heaven does not cut off the path to immortality for all spirits. It leaves all spirits with a glimmer of hope, just as the way of heaven left a sainthood."
Hearing this, Styx couldn't hold back his heart.
"Is there a chance of becoming an immortal? But there are many people in this world who shouldn't exist, so do I, the Netherworld Blood Sea, still have a chance?"
It wasn't that Styx wasn't confident enough, but that Zhuo Gu Yuan Yuan made him understand many truths.
The creatures who came from the prehistoric era, or to be more precise, the creatures who died in the prehistoric era, were resurrected in this life to compete for the opportunity of immortality.
Is this another plan of Tao?
From the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, to the Lich Tribulation, to the Conferred God Tribulation, and finally to the Journey to the West.
These all reflect Tao's calculations.
The plan was planned from the very beginning.
"Ancestor Minghe, I don't miss you! When you created the Shura clan, established the Shura Sect, and led the Shura Sect to occupy the Shura Path, didn't you only have the pursuit of the realm of a saint in your heart?
Later, your merits will be perfect and you will not be able to attain enlightenment, but you still have not surrendered.
Convinced, he slashed at the three corpses, launched an attack, and used the two companion spiritual treasures, the twelve-grade karma fire red lotus, to kill the three corpses, yes! In the end, you did not become a saint, but before you knew it, you became the first person among saints.
You were so high-spirited at that time. If you had not disappeared in the long river of history in the endless years, you might have reached the realm of saints with your passion.
Now that thousands of races have been born, hundreds of heroes are fighting against each other, and heaven is planning, are you afraid of moving forward because of this? In fact, you just need to stay in the sea of blood and wait to see others become immortals. "
Yang Feng's words seemed to hit Styx's sore spot.
yes!
So what about the calculation of heaven?
If one's merits are perfect and he cannot become a saint, then he will find another way and kill all three corpses. He will not realize the Taoist fruit, but it is not nothing.
He became the first person under the Holy Realm.
The most powerful person who always stands at the threshold of the holy realm.
Time has eroded not only his body, but also his memory, his majestic head, and his pride.
The proud young man had his pride broken and resigned himself to being inferior to others.
"Okay! I, Styx, have returned again in this life, and even the law of heaven cannot stop me from ascending to the holy realm!"
Styx swept away the previous decadence, and his whole fighting spirit was high.
"This is the Patriarch of Styx whom I know. I have a grudge to make, and I hope that I will be kind to you!"
Seeing that the time was right, Yang Feng cupped his fists and saluted towards Ming He.
Sure enough, even if you wear it a thousand times, you will never wear it!
"Say it."
Styx's attitude towards Yang Feng has changed somewhat compared to before.
"I would like to ask Patriarch Styx to lead the water of the Sea of Blood to the Bodhi Realm to help me save people."
Yang Feng's move was purely helpless to stimulate Ancestor Styx and create a powerful opponent for himself.
If it weren't for someone important to him in the Bodhi Realm, he wouldn't bother to care.
"Bodhi Realm? Are you talking about the ten great innate spiritual roots?"
"Yes, Not Bad!"
"It seems that you already know about the divine axe that can be transformed into four innate treasures. Yes, the resentment and hostility in the sea of blood can indeed put the Bodhi tree in danger, but just based on your previous words, you want me to do it for you for free. As for thugs, you are looking down on me, Styx."
Styx regained his high fighting spirit, but he was not a fool. Leading the water of the sea of blood to the Bodhi Realm was not an easy task.
The other party clearly meant to treat him as a free thug.
"Ancestor Styx, I have absolutely no meaning. If it hadn't been for the boy's words earlier, it would have taken some time for Ancestor Styx to get out of the predicament, right? And now the fairy fruit may mature at any time, and the opportunity will be missed..."
"Hmph! The human race is indeed cunning. You kid is trying to repay a favor!"
"No! I'm just telling the truth."
"I won't argue with you. This ancestor only recognizes the strong. If you can survive three rounds in my hands, I will help you once." ap.
Cultivation, no matter where you go, you have the real right to speak.
People only respect the strong.
"good!"
Yang Feng didn't even bother, he gathered three thousand Chaos Demon God's Dharma. If he couldn't withstand three moves at the hands of Ancestor Styx, he would have no shame in living in this world.
Styx glanced at Yang Feng with appreciation.
The red lotus of the twelve grades of karma in front of him bloomed quietly.
Like burning peach blossoms, incredibly bright.
Lotus-shaped flames fell on Yang Feng.
boom!
Yang Feng directly and decisively controlled the law of space to avoid the opponent's attack.
Feeling the strong spatial fluctuations, a smile appeared on the corner of Styx's mouth.
"interesting!"
Styx held up one hand slightly, and a sword engraved with mysterious patterns appeared in his palm.
"Yuan Tu, kill!"
Styx's footsteps never moved a step, showing off the style of a master.
"This is killing people without consequences.
Yuantu? "
