The Green Snake of the Great Wilderness becomes enlightened

Chapter 686

Ksitigarbha was grateful in his heart, with nearly half of the sea of ​​blood to rely on, his Fahua Jingdi would be much better.

The Dayan Dao Talisman is the core eye of the formation, and a large formation of purification of the world is set up to cover nearly half of the sea of ​​blood. Although it cannot completely remove the filth, it also weakens the authority of Styx, the lord of the sea of ​​blood, and even hits his arrogance arrogance.

Styx's face turned red, his heart was burning with anger, and Wuming burst into flames, but he still suppressed his anger. Even though he is the master of killing Tao, he is still an ant in front of a saint!

Qing Luo ignored Styx's anger, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Styx, I want to swim in the sea of ​​blood, so you should step back."

Ming He was startled, and hurriedly said: "Since the sage is interested, let the poor Taoist go with me, and do my best as a landlord."

Qing Luo waved his hands, "I entered the sea of ​​blood to practice the way, so don't worry too much."

Only then did Ancestor Minghe hold back the uneasiness in his heart, stretched out his hand, and beckoned in front of him.

Qing Luo strolled leisurely into the sea of ​​blood and disappeared.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva watched the saint leave, and hurried back to the Pure Land of Lotus, not wanting to provoke Styx, who was about to run away.Styx was too angry to vent his anger on the saint, but it was very possible to vent his anger on him.

Patriarch Styx stood alone on the sea of ​​blood, looking at the red and white sea of ​​blood that was divided into two, he felt sorry that he had missed the opportunity.

If he showed his body in the sea of ​​blood in Qingluo for a moment, he would come out immediately, and if he was well-mannered, maybe because of the dignity and reserve of a saint, he would not make a move.

Or, even if Qing Luo makes a move, he immediately mobilizes the power of the entire blood sea to fight against the saint. Although he will lose, he can still rely on the blood sea lord's heaven and earth authority to guard the blood sea, and will not be divided into two .

If one step is missed, every step is lost.

Styx raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, mocking himself in his heart, the ancient ancestor who used to be, the mighty of heaven and earth, the lord of the sea of ​​blood, the lord of killing Dao, the mighty Styx, has now fallen to such a point.

The endless years of dormancy caused him to lose his vigor, the vigor that a master of the way of killing should have. All living beings in the world can be killed, and all beings in my eyes are dead.

Patriarch Minghe trembled in his heart. He knew why Zhenyuanzi and Haotian were the first to step into Hunyuan, not him. It turned out that his heart energy had been lost. There is a gap in the heart of the great way, how to become enlightened?
In an instant, Patriarch Styx aged a lot, the half-length black hair at the back of his head lost its luster, turned black into white, and scattered on both sides, Patriarch Styx was not only his face, but also his heart after enlightenment!
The old man sighed and returned to the sea of ​​blood, hiding from the world.

Within the sea of ​​blood, Qing Luo walked slowly, the bone-eating and soul-destroying blood sea can transform the flesh and blood of all spirits, but cannot invade the body of a saint.

The Dao of Derivation quickly spawned the sea of ​​blood in the mind, burning all the spirits and things in the sea of ​​blood.

Under the sea of ​​blood is a great thousand world, a very big thousand world, there are countless Asuras in this world, there are men, women, old and young, ugly men and beautiful women, all of them are good at killing and fighting, the Asuras are born to kill The race, killing more than, endless family.

There is indeed a need for such a race between heaven and earth, to stop killing with killing, to clear up the world, and to straighten the universe, how good it would be!

It's a pity that Styx created the religion and the family to prove that killing the Tao is the creation, not for the universe.

If it weren't for this, how could Styx's merits and virtues be so little?

If Styx created the killing clan for heaven and earth, created the killing religion for all living beings, stopped killing with killing, and stopped evil with evil, he should have immeasurable merit, and the number one Hunyuan under the saint might be Styx!

It's a pity, if there is no if, the Asura clan has already emerged, the Asura religion has been created, and the doctrine is fundamentally fixed and cannot be changed. Once the opportunity is lost, it will never come back.

Qing Luo, who was walking all over the sea of ​​blood, was still walking steadily and slowly, but with every step he took and fell, the distance between them became farther and farther, and he walked faster and faster.

After [-] years of walking in the sea of ​​blood, the "prehistoric" in my mind has an extra sea.

Qingluo broke through the sea and walked to the depths of the underworld again.

Outside the gate of ghosts, there are countless yin marriages, numerous ghosts, and the mighty ghost gate, which is more than one million feet tall, is the place where the endless life cycle must pass through. The restless souls of the dead were beaten under the black and white impermanence stick, and the dead souls were escorted into the customs in groups with bull heads and horse faces.

There are no ignorant and ignorant fantasies of ordinary people, how many moving legends of ghost gates, parting, yin and yang are hard to break.

Staying here for a while will cause the teams inside and outside the ghost gate to be blocked, and the order will be uneasy.

Therefore, at the gate of hell, there is no affection, no souls of the dead who are reluctant to enter the gate.

Even if there were, they would be beaten to death with the Soul-Suppressing Stick.

Qingluo walked through the ghost gate and stepped into Huangquan Road. Huangquan Road is not one road, but ten roads.The roads leading to the Ten Temples of Yama are each a hundred-foot-wide road, and red flowers of the other shore are blooming beside each road. The red flowers are in full swing, illuminating the only color in the underworld. Huangquan Road is like a road illuminated by fire, sending the dead away. yin and yang.

Behind the Ten Halls of Yama is Fengdu City, a city in the ghost world, where countless dead souls and ghost cultivators live in the city, like a city that never sleeps.In Fengdu City, there is also a large teleportation array connected to the city of Evernight, going up to the prehistoric.

The Ten Halls of Yama is the place where countless ghosts are judged. Not every dead soul is worthy of being judged by King Yama. There are countless dead souls, and most of them are judged by tens of thousands of junior judges of the fifth and sixth grades in the underworld.

Under the ten halls of Yama, there are eighteen levels of hell, the purgatory of the underworld, the purgatory of the tongue, the hell of the mountain of knives, the hell of the sea of ​​​​fire, and the oil pan. . .

Good and evil in life, karma will be repaid, if not repaid in life, then in the underworld, good and evil karma will be repaid in the eighteen levels of hell.

Qingluo walked through here and saw the Wangxiang Terrace. Countless souls of the dead came up to the platform and looked back at their hometown. Even though the ghosts had no tears, they were still affectionate.

Wangxiang Terrace is connected to the Naihe Bridge, under the Naihe Bridge is the Wangchuan River, and the Wangchuan River is the water of the Yellow Spring, the water of the dead.

The Naihe Bridge is also very wide. There are more than a hundred five-rank errants, feeding bowls of soup to countless dead souls on the bridge.

There are those who resist and those who do not want to, but they are all momentarily restrained by the evil, and they feed the soup without any delay, and then walk to the bank of Naihe Bridge in a daze. At the other end of the Naihe Bridge, among the six colors of light.

Qingluo walked by one by one, and in his mind, behind the Northwest Sea, under the sea of ​​blood, a hellish palace gradually emerged.

When Qingluo walked onto the Naihe Bridge, no ghosts or ghosts spotted her, and no ghosts were seen.

Only on the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po, who occasionally feeds soup to important ghosts, stopped the bowl in her hand and looked at Qingluo.

Qing Luo stepped forward, also smiled and saluted: "I have seen you, fellow Taoist Meng Po."

Granny Meng got up and said the same courtesy: "Grandma Meng has seen a saint, the old lady is not very polite." Granny Meng smiled, with wrinkles on her face, but there was a sense of kindness and peace of mind, just like an elder.

(End of this chapter)