Why should I give way to the red cloud?

Chapter 63

In the Nether Blood Sea, Styx sits cross-legged in the cave under the Blood Sea.

It has been tens of thousands of years since he was bullied by Emperor Jun, and his injuries still haven't recovered, and his strength has only recovered to the late quasi-sage.

Styx felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit at this time. It was okay to lose the primordial purple energy, and it was useless to hold that thing, just like a chaotic rock.

But the sequelae caused by the self-explosion are too serious. The most terrible thing is that I lost the fire red lotus. I lost one of the magic weapons that used to be two attacks and one defense. magic weapon.

Moreover, Styx is too poor, without the treasures of heaven and earth to restore his injuries and cultivation base. With his current injuries, it will take tens of thousands of years to recover.

"I have to find a way to recover from the injury as soon as possible. If I go out, I can't go out. I can only find a way to gain merit! Since Nuwa Saint artificial human can gain merit, why don't I also create a race?"

Styx thought of this, had an idea, and also thought about trying to create a race.

Generally speaking, for things that conform to the general trend of heaven, heaven will specially give reminders, and just now Styx got a little inspiration.

As soon as he said it, Styx summoned a clone of the Blood God Son, injected the filthy air of the Nether Blood Sea into the Blood God Son clone, and then injected his own killing law and part of his soul.

The Blood God Son avatar was originally refined by Styx with countless innocent souls who died in vain. After injecting his own killing rules and soul, a bloody figure slowly condensed.

"Congeal!"

A hideous humanoid with blood-red skin was born.

Styx yelled at the sky: "The way of heaven is above. Today, I, Styx, created a family, the Asura clan. I see the world is constantly killing and attacking. Lord Asura kills, and I, Styx, will prove the way by killing!"

Rumble.

Tiandao responded to him, affirming his creation of the Asura tribe.

Then lower the merit.

Before it was over, Styx thought for a while, waved his fingers in the void, and new words appeared in the void one by one.

"Today, I, Styx, created the Asura script for the inheritance of the Asura clan!"

The way of heaven sent down merit again.

The merits and virtues have been lowered twice, and the merits obtained are still quite a lot. According to the conversion of the system, it is about 600 million.

Styx healed his injuries with millions of merits, and then used all the merits to improve his strength, raising his strength to a level close to that of a semi-saint.

Styx felt a lot better, but he also knew that if he didn't have a great opportunity in the future, his strength might not be able to increase again.

"Dijun! I want your monster clan to never have peace!" Minghe's eyes were full of hatred, and he hated Dijun deeply.

With the current strength of Styx, if it is against the demon saints below the late quasi-sage stage, I am afraid that those demon saints will not even have a chance to escape.

Buzhou Mountain.

The ancestral land of the witches.

Hou Tu put his legs together, sat on the ground with his hands resting on his cheeks, and stared at the sky slightly.

These days, the tragic death of life in the prehistoric wilderness always flashed through her mind, and many lonely souls wandered everywhere. The whole prehistoric wilderness was full of resentment and evil spirits. There was a desire in her heart to save the evil spirits and purify the evil spirits.

"Why did such a picture flash in my mind! Does it indicate something?"

Houtu is the younger sister of the twelve ancestor witches, the last to be born, and therefore the least polluted by the filth in the Pangu Temple, and is the only ancestor witch with a primordial spirit among the twelve ancestor witches.

"Do I have a special mission?"

"Little sister, what are you thinking?" Di Jiang walked over. These days, he often saw Houtu alone in a daze.

"Brother, I've always had a lot of grievances flashing in my mind recently. When I see them struggling up and down in the prehistoric world, I feel very uncomfortable. Also, the prehistoric world is full of evil spirits. I really want to purify them! "

"If there are more dead souls, there will be more unjust souls, and the blood evil spirit will also increase. We are witches. Aren't these blood evil spirits all our nourishment? It is used to absorb and strengthen the body. Don't think too much, you He is the only ancestral witch among us who has a primordial spirit, and it may be that the primordial spirit has been affected by the evil spirit of blood." Di Jiang explained.

"Brother, why can't these lonely souls dissipate?"

Especially after the birth of the human race, the lifespan of ordinary people is extremely short, and their souls wander around after death.

The purpose of Nu Wa's creation of the human race was to eliminate the evil spirit between the prehistoric world and the earth. Unexpectedly, these dead human races increased the evil spirit between the heaven and the earth.

In the dark, Houtu was guided by the way of heaven.

"My mission... is to find a place for these lonely souls to settle down and help them reincarnate. However, how to reincarnate? How to reincarnate? Where is the place to live?"

While thinking, the voice of Styx founding the Asura tribe spread throughout the prehistoric world and attracted Houtu's attention.

"The Nether Blood Sea? The environment suitable for the soul to live must be extremely cloudy and cold. The Nether Blood Sea is a good choice. Could it be that there is no way? I can go and see!
However, it is unknown whether I will be able to come back after this trip. I have to prepare for my elder brother and the others. "

Houtu took out twelve flags and began to sacrifice them, and refined them into twelve gods and evil formation flags, and forced out three drops of ancestral witch blood.

Houtu found Dijiang.

"Brother, little sister is on a mission. I don't know if I can come back after I leave this time. I entrust you with the twelve heavenly formation flags, which can help you quickly form a large formation. The great witch Jiufeng is the blood and talent of the great witch. The one who is closest to the ancestral witch, you give her these three drops of blood essence, and he can take my place in the formation!" Houtu made the final arrangement.

"Little sister, why is this? Are you going to leave your brothers alone?" Di Jiang didn't know why Houtu did this, and the relationship between the twelve of them had always been very good.

"Brother, this is the mission of the Heavenly Dao. If I don't do it, the Heavenly Dao will not be able to tolerate my witch clan!"

"Little sister..."

"Brother, don't say any more, our Wu Clan is on the wrong path. We don't respect the way of heaven and saints. We are no longer accepted by the prehistoric people. Without the protection of God Father... I can only do this in exchange for a glimmer of life for the Wu Clan!" Houtu already understood the situation of the Wu clan.

The path of the Witch Clan is indeed wrong. Although they were formed from twelve drops of Pangu's heart blood, they grew up under the protection of the Dao of Heaven. Although the darlings of Huaxing are Daluo Jinxians, they have the strength of quasi-sages. Without the permission of heaven, they could not have grown up in the prehistoric world to the present.

But they don't respect the way of heaven, they only respect Pangu.

"We just want to survive." Di Jiang was silent, and finally said only this sentence.

"Brother, I'm leaving!"

Houtu left. After leaving this time, she and the other eleven brothers and sisters have never seen each other again, in order to keep the Wu Clan alive.

Later generations say that Empress Houtu is merciful and merciful, because the poor and innocent soul has nowhere to go, so she is reincarnated in her body. These are all nonsense. At this moment of the Lich War, if Houtu had a choice, how could she leave? She needs her The Witch Clan, the Twelve Capitals, lacked her in the Great Formation of the Gods and Gods, and even if they were filled by Jiufeng, their power would drop a lot.

In her heart, are the eleven brothers and sisters of her compatriots less important than those lonely souls?impossible!
(End of this chapter)