Honghuang: I, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, will never leave seclusion!

Following the curiosity in his heart, Houtu converged his breath and dived into the sea of blood.

Along the way, Houtu also saw countless Asura people in the sea of blood.

For male Asuras are all green-faced fangs and strange shapes, while female Asura is graceful, Houtu does not evaluate.

After all, this Asura clan was created by the ancestor of the Styx.

What kind of image is that is the matter of the ancestor of the Styx.

It's just that in the future, Houtu will look at the quasi-saintly power of the Styx River again, and it will be a lot weird.

Along the way, she gradually gained some understanding of this Asura family.

This race may not have been out of the sea of blood, and the heart of the entire race is very strong... Sheer!

The male Asura is fierce and fierce, and every day is either fighting or on the way to fight.

And the female Asura is beautiful, and will inadvertently perform the magic of seduction, and more than 80% of the battles of male Asura are because of female Shura.

If it's just that, it's nothing.

There are more aggressive races in the flood and wilderness, not to mention the others, their witch clan from the ancestral witch to the just sensible witch clan, all of them are good at fighting and brave.

But when this Asura clan fights, it is really a dead hand.

Even if it is a discussion between friends, even if it is a little skirmish, fighting and fighting, it is very likely to turn into a battle of life and death.

But as soon as the battle is over, whether it is divided into victory and defeat, or life and death.

Both sides will close at the same time, and the ruthlessness of the previous battle is almost not visible at all.

And the kind that separates life and death, it will be up to the living to protect the soul of the deceased from being injured by the water of the sea of blood, and then return to the sea of blood.

This made Houtu very puzzled.

"The reason should be there..." Houtu's gaze couldn't help but look at the bottom of the sea of blood, which was like an abyss.

There was a hint of hesitation in Houtu's eyes.

The sea of blood is vast, as an ancestral witch, she converges her breath and sneaks into the sea of blood, even the ancestor of the Styx as the lord of the sea of blood can't find her without careful investigation.

But....

If she wants to go to some important place in the sea of blood and be discovered, it is inevitable.

After a slight hesitation, the curiosity in Houtu's heart overwhelmed this worry.

Although tired of war, tens of thousands of yuan will fight, and unconsciously, the bones of Houtu have long contained the domineering of the Wu clan as a hegemonic force.

In this regard, Houtu himself also noticed this, but did not care.

As an ancestral witch, as a blood descendant of Father God Pangu, what is wrong with her being domineering, not to mention, the flood wilderness was originally such a place where the law of the jungle preyed on the strong.

At this point, Houtu no longer hesitated, turned his figure, and swam down.

The sea of blood is deep, and the Houtu itself cultivates the avenue of soil, which is not good for water, and it took several days before gradually approaching the blood sea.

And when Houtu arrived at the bottom of the Blood Sea, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"This is..." What

appeared in front of Houtu's eyes was not the scarlet water of the sea of blood along the way, but a pitch-black and filthy black pool like sludge.

Countless remnant souls are struggling and howling in this 'quagmire', as if endless demons are struggling to descend on earth.

Houtu's gaze passed through the filthy quagmire.

She saw that there were countless times more remnants than the top of the quagmire, trapped in the sludge and motionless.

Those are the last remnants of the will consciousness that have been wiped out by the sea of blood.

Even in the future, Tuzuwu's eyes could not see for a moment how many remnant souls were in this quagmire.

Even the vast 'quagmire' of filth.

It is clear that it has sunk in the sea of blood for an unknown number of years, and even the soul body has been completely worn out, and finally merged into the water of the sea of blood.

"Houtu Daoist, if you don't sit in the Wu Clan, how can you have time to come to this Nether Blood Sea?"

The figure of the Styx ancestor condensed not far in front of the back soil, and only asked softly after making a salute.

"I've seen the Styx."

Houtu returned the courtesy.

"It's just that I can't help but be a little bored in the perennial sitting clan, so I wandered around in the flood and inadvertently came to the Nether Blood Sea."

For a quasi-saint power, especially a quasi-saint power that cut off two corpses, Houtu did not dare to snub in the slightest.

"Unintentional... Houtu Taoist, this is not a place that can be unintentional! Styx said with a smile.

"Styx Daoist, I don't know if there are still these remnant souls here..." Houtu didn't answer, but pointed to the 'black pool' below and couldn't help asking.

"Here? This is just a place of the yin in the flood wilderness, and most of the yin qi in the flood will gather here.

"As for those remnant souls, they are just the remnants of the creatures who fell in the flood and desolation that came with the yin qi."

The River Styx also has nothing to hide.

This is not a secret in the flood and famine, and if the Houtu investigates a little, it will soon be understood.

"The remnants of the souls of the fallen creatures in the flood!"

Houtu was a little startled, looking at the endless remnant souls below, a thick sadness emerged in his eyes.

At this time, the flood famine does not say all, but nine out of ten of the fallen creatures can be related to the cause and effect of the Lich War.

Here....

How many remnant souls are there because the Wu Clan appeared here.

"Houtu Daoyou?" On the side, Styx looked at the Houtu who showed endless sadness in his eyes, and couldn't help but wonder.

After the death of the Wu clan, the soul returns to heaven and earth, no, according to the Wu clan, it is a return to Pangu.

Although there are many remnant souls here, there are no witch races among them, why is this Houtu so sad.

"Styx Daoist, can this endless remnant soul only sink here endlessly and eventually turn into mud?"

Houtu endured the endless sorrow in her heart, I don't know why, she suddenly wanted to do something for these remnant souls.

"Of course not!" Styx looked at Houtu strangely and shook his head.

"At the earliest, these remnant souls were attracted and could only sink here, and even in order not to let the 'silt' below pollute the sea of blood, the poor road would be cleaned up regularly."

"But later, the poor road created the Asura clan from the sea of blood, and the Asura clan was created by the poor road with this endless remnant soul and the water of the sea of blood."

Styx said, his face also showed a touch of color, creating the Asura family is definitely something that Styx is proud of.

In the midst of the flood, Nuwa made people sanctified.

A large number of powerful people have thought about creating races, but for countless years, he is the only one who can successfully create a new race.

And....

The countless years of continuous merit of the Nashura clan have also benefited the Styx.

"Created with endless remnant souls and the water of the sea of blood?"

Houtu was stunned, looking at the River Styx in front of him, I don't know what was going on in my heart, and a strange feeling was swirling in my heart.

The ghost made the god worse, and Houtu suddenly spoke.

"I wonder if Houtu can see how the Styx Daoist created the Asura family."

Styx hesitated slightly, considering the situation of the witch race... Not good at the art of creation.

And even if the Wu clan creates a new race modeled on the Asura clan, it is not harmful to him, but he can also sell the Wu clan and sell the Houtu favor.

Thinking of this, the ancestor of the Styx River responded.

"No problem, it's almost time for the poor road to clean up these remnant souls, since the soil Daoist friends are interested, let's take a look together!"

Saying that, the strong mana of the Styx River beheading two corpses quasi-saint urged, and the depths of the originally calm sea of blood suddenly became turbulent.

The Blackpool below was directly disturbed by the turbulent sea of blood.

Even though the pitch-black mire was wide, it was still incomparably small compared to the vast sea of blood.

Under the stirring of the sea of blood, the pitch-black mire was entangled with the endless remnant souls and the water of the sea of blood.

The clumps of blood sea water wrapped as few as three or two remnant souls, and even wrapped thousands of remnant souls suspended in the sea of blood.

Then, under Houtu's astonished gaze, the remnant souls in the sea of blood were actually absorbing the surrounding 'black mud' and gradually fused together.

As few as three or two or more than thousands of remnant souls fused together, turning into a complete soul, and then the water of the sea of blood poured into the soul.

Gradually, according to the shape of this soul, it condensed into a body.

Soon, hundreds of millions of Asuras appeared in front of Houtu's eyes.

And Houtu finally understood why the male Asura was strangely shaped, while the female Asura was touching.

"Meet the Father!"

In hundreds of millions of years, the Asura family has been created countless times, and the Styx has long improved the means of creation.

After these hundreds of millions of Asura people were created, they did not need the Styx to open their spiritual wisdom again, and they all bowed down to the Styx.

Houtu looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes a little confused.

In front of her eyes, a figure of a mighty giant appeared.

As the back soil of using the Twelve Heavenly God and Demon Array countless times to summon this great shore giant, he recognized this great shore giant at a glance.

But unlike the god-like and demonic 'Pangu' true body that they summoned every time, the gods were mighty.

This magnificent Pangu looks so peaceful, standing between heaven and earth.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at her, as if they were looking at this desolate world, full of love.

"Father God..."

Houtu couldn't help but mutter.

Under Pangu's gaze, she suddenly realized her mission.

"Reincarnation-"

Houtu's eyes were extremely clear, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a 'force' in his body surged in his body.

That 'force' spread out in Houtu's body, filling Houtu's entire body in just an instant.

For the first time, for the first time in his life, Houtu Ping clearly felt the complete earth avenue in the body of Zu Wu.

Feel the vastness of the road of complete soil, feel the soil that embraces everything and carries everything.

Goto's heart felt that the Avenue of Earth was improving at a terrifying speed.

The complete Avenue of Earth combines the application of the Avenue of Earth since the tens of thousands of yuan meeting of the Later Earth, the fragmentary perception.

Almost instantly, Houtu reflected all the mysteries of the Avenue of the Earth in his heart.

The Avenue of Earth, which was originally slowly in line with the body of the ancestral witch, was also fully integrated into the body of the Houtu at this moment!

Quasi-holy consummation!

Opening his eyes and feeling the complete quasi-holy realm in his body, Houtu couldn't help but laugh at himself.

It is clear that there is a complete avenue in the bloodline in the body, but because he does not cultivate the Yuan God and does not realize the avenue, there is no way to apply it.

I can only rely on my innate magical ability to instinctively urge this avenue and let this avenue slowly integrate into the body.

"Sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it... It's our ancestral witch!

"No, this may be the Father's punishment for our witch race!" Houtu muttered to himself.

"Houtu Daoyou! You, you..." Styx looked at the back soil on the side, his eyes full of incredulity.

Although Zu Wu did not practice the method of beheading three corpses.

However, whether the twelve ancestors are cultivation or Daoism, it is equivalent to the quasi-saint mid-stage cultivation of cutting off the two corpses.

After all, the Wu Clan Ancestral Wu and the Demon Clan fought tens of thousands of yuan meeting, which is not a secret in the flood famine.

Moreover, the cultivation method of the twelve ancestors, although it does not have a bottleneck like the method of cutting three corpses, but it is notoriously slow.

But what did he see?

Quasi-consummation?

Just watching the scene where he created the Asura clan, Houtu directly reached the quasi-saint perfection from a cultivation equivalent to the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

"I..." Looking

at the billions of Asuras in the sea of blood, Styx looked at the Houtu and then at himself.

Suddenly, an inferiority complex welled up in my heart!

He is not worthy to be the father god of this Asura clan!

Looking at the Styx River full of low air pressure, Houtu could naturally guess why the Styx was like this, and gently persuaded.

"Styx Daoist friends don't have to be like this, the cultivation of the Houtu is just the legacy of the Father God, and there will be no second exception."

Styx glanced at Houtu and remained silent.

Father's legacy?

This sea of my blood is also transformed by Pangu God!" 1

Such a Father God, I want it too!

Styx forced down the envy in his heart, and composed: "Congratulations to the Houtu Daoist friends for obtaining the first quasi-saint consummation in the flood and wilderness, and the sanctification of the Dao is just around the corner." "

Holiness is holy."

Houtu shook his head slightly, and said with a smile on his face: "Styx Daoist friends created Asura for Houtu demonstration, so that Houtu became enlightened.

"Today, Houtu will give a big gift to the Styx Taoist."

Saying that, Houtu did not wait for the Styx to react, and his figure shook, and he directly appeared his true appearance.

A giant giant with a snake tail on his back, seven hands behind his back, two hands in front of him, and holding a soaring snake in both hands slowly rose from the Nether Blood Sea.

"Once the good heart rises, the six paths begin to take shape, merit descends from the sky, the back land is no longer a witch, the yin mountains are thousands of miles, the whole clan can survive, and when the flood and desolation are broken, the descendants of Fuyuanze."

"Now there is the Houtu clan, make up for reincarnation with your body!"