My sister is Nuwa

Chapter 212 After the reincarnation of soil

Then there was no more trouble.

The entire Asura tribe withdrew from the sea of blood, and then Houtu stepped forward, took a deep breath, and said loudly.

“My name is Houtu, for the Pangu bloodline, now in the Nether Blood Sea body incarnated reincarnation, may the Hong Barren Soul have a return!”

“Heaven and Dao!”

The sky thundered suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and the color of Xuan Huang was pervasive, even this sea of blood filled with blood qi could not stop the rich meritorious clouds.

A huge yellow cloud composed of merit almost obscured the entire sky, and it intensified, almost crowded into a ball, and even some of them had turned into liquid, and even more condensed.

What a great merit!

Compared to the previous Jizo, how is the momentum of the Houtu ten times greater?

Even if it is better than Nuwa to create people!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first merit of Pangu after opening the heavens!

However, she should also take this merit!

In terms of conditions, Houtu is much stronger than Jizo, and her cultivation is enough, not to mention that she is kind-hearted and does not seek benefits.

Jizo can disturb the wind and clouds, not to mention the back soil?

Houtu’s voice was melodious and his eyes were full of pity.

It was clear that the existence under the saint could not spread the voice throughout the flood, but she did it at this time!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

For a time, the entire flood desolation shook wildly.

Above the nine skies, the vast earth and mountains shake!

Six deep black voids arose out of thin air in the sea of blood, one as the master and five as the slave.

Six big holes, frantically absorbing the blood and water of the boundless sea of blood, in just a few moments, the sea of blood is three percent less!

Countless lines of sight were cast.

“This is … Jizo that just now? “This is the horror of the two saints of the West.

“Boundless merit… Isn’t Houtu going to be sanctified? Sanqing’s gaze was also solemn.

“How is it greater than our merit… My brother seems to be where too…” Nuwa frowned slightly.

“Zuwu… Can it also have such merit? “Heavenly Court Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng.

“Sister…”

The momentum of the Houtu became more and more ethereal, but the breath continued to rise, and it seemed to be improving without limit.

Her eyes still carried that sadness, and her beautiful eyes were all on the immeasurable souls in the sea of blood.

Although the attraction of the blood sea to the soul is not particularly strong, after countless epochs of flood waste, even if the Styx River uses a lot of conversion Asura race, there are still hundreds of millions left.

These souls used to struggle in the sea of blood, devouring, and crazy.

But now, those billions of souls seemed to feel something, and now they were longing, frantically pouring into the six voids.

With their influx, the six voids gradually expanded, and a trace of human form appeared above the voids.

One in front of it, is the appearance of Fuxi, he is gentle, elegant and generous, the corners of his mouth are gentle, this is humane!

One in front of it, is the appearance of the River Styx, his face is fanatical, holding two swords, and his fighting intent is like madness, this is the Asura Dao!

One in front, is the appearance of Nuwa, she has a smile at the corner of her mouth, lively and generous, and has a noble temperament, this is the way of heaven!

One before, is the appearance of Kunpeng, he turned into a prototype, fangs and claws, hideous, this is the way of animals!

One before, it was Taiyi’s appearance, his face was hideous, his eyes were expressionless, and he almost wanted to devour people, this is a hungry ghost road!

One in front of it, is the appearance of Di Jun, his breath is gloomy, malicious and monstrous, and he is unforgiving, this is the way of hell…

Well, looking at that familiar face, the corner of Fuxi’s mouth twitched.

This is very mild on weekdays, and at the critical moment, the black man is also a black man.

“Six reincarnations, Cheng!”

Houtulang drank, while his body slowly little Arsenal.

The six black holes continued to expand, encompassing a sea of blood in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the unjust souls and ghosts of the entire Flood Desolation World seemed to have returned to Qingming and bowed deeply in the direction of the sea of blood.

“Xie Hou Tu Niang Niang Cheng Quan Wu and so on!”

Then, the soul turns into a ray of light, flies to samsara, and each disperses to the path to which it belongs.

Even saints bowed in the direction of the sea of blood.

“Mother-in-law is merciful.”

The reincarnation of the Houtu is a great grace for the entire flood and famine!

Even if it is a saint, worship!

However, the six reincarnations tend to be perfected, but the figure of Houtu is getting lighter and lighter.

In the end, she glanced back at Fuxi and completely dissipated.

The next moment, the merit condensed in the sky suddenly fell, almost endlessly, and even skyrocketed madly every moment.

“That’s so much!” Even if there were estimates, many saints were taken aback.

This merit is more than the two Western sanctification merits combined!

“Senior Brother…” Jun Ti’s eyes were fiery, if such merit was snatched by them, then the debt they owed would be gone in an instant, and there would even be a lot of balance, which could allow them to go further in cultivation.

“Junior Brother, wake up.” He sighed: “How can such merit be easily planned?” ”

The heat in Jun Ti’s eyes fell a little, and he also knew that this kind of merit that could make anyone holy was not easy to plan, almost planning a brand new saint.

But……

“I remember that Jizo seems to have been punished by the Heavenly Dao before…” Jun Ti’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

Not only them, even Sanqing and Nuwa, who did not lack merit, were also a little envious.

It’s really too much merit!

The light of merit almost shrouded half of the flood!

Brush!

Merit dispersion.

Sixty percent fell into the six reincarnations, and the volume of the six reincarnations suddenly expanded tenfold, even if it was more than enough to bear the ghost of the entire flood waste.

Fragmentary small merits fell on Styx, and the momentum on Styx’s body instantly skyrocketed, and soon a figure walked from him.

With the help of merit, he beheaded a corpse!

However, his face was not happy, but full of envy.

The merit that fell on him was not even one percent!

But just like that, let him behead a corpse!

And there was less than one percent of the merit, floating towards Fuxi, and then caught by Fuxi and thrown in one direction.

At the same time, the remaining three percent also fell directly, together with the merit thrown out by Fuxi, and fell on a phantom.

That’s the true spirit of the Houtu!

Under the influence of this merit, Houtu began to reshape his body!

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