The Chronicle of the Emperor of the Great Desolation

Chapter 186 The Hate of Styx, the Conspiracy of Zhenyuan

In the sea of ​​blood, a most holy and pure place was born in the extreme filth, which is where the Asura Palace, the holy land of the Asura clan, is located. At this time, the ancestor Styx sat on the throne with a blank expression on his face.

The following four major demon kings: Dazizai Tianboxun, Da Brahma, Yusextian, Tianfei Umo, and the four major demon generals: Shiva, Vishnu, Lutoro, and Guimu are all there, but everyone’s face is very different. ugly.

"Old Ancestor, the Western religion is too deceitful. They wander around in the Netherworld all day long, claiming to save evil spirits, but they actually took the opportunity to abduct our sons and daughters. Since the Netherworld was opened, I don't know how many powerful Asuras have been saved by them. If things go on like this, the foundation of my blood sea will continue to break, how can I grow stronger?"

After listening to Bo Xun's words, Patriarch Styx frowned, and became even more disgusted with Western religion.

Due to the filthy environment of the sea of ​​blood, the Asura clan is obscene and evil, killing them all day long. According to Buddhism, that means sinking into the sea of ​​suffering and not being able to escape. Therefore, the teachings of the Western religion have an irresistible temptation for them.

There is a shortage of talents in the Western religion, and they often travel around. Although the Asura family is evil, once they are converted, they are extremely devout to Buddhism and have strong fighting power. They have become the best candidates for the protection of the Western religion.

Therefore, more and more Western believers come to fight the autumn wind, nominally to save evil spirits in the nether world, but in fact they chant scriptures to the sea of ​​blood every day to lure the Shuras to convert.

"Based on your cultivation, the descendants of Western Christians should not be afraid, why don't you just fight back?"

Bo Xun said with a mournful face: "Old Ancestor, we are not afraid of ordinary disciples, but Subhuti, the good corpse of Zhunti Saint, often sits in the town, in name to talk to Empress Houtu, Emperor Fengdu and others, but he appears on the sea of ​​blood more than once. , personally recite the scriptures, and save a large number of Asura, we dare not do it."

Patriarch Styx raised his bloody brows, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, the eight people below shivered in shock, and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to say more, but there was a faint flash at the corner of Bo Xun smile.

"Zhunti is becoming more and more shameless. He actually sent Subhuti to form a team to save my family. What is the difference between this and robbing people? Do you think the ancestors dare not kill him?"

Bo Xun said cautiously: "Old Ancestor, Subhuti has a high level of cultivation and is extremely difficult to deal with. Besides, he is a clone of a saint. If he is killed or injured, I am afraid that the holy Zhunti will strike with anger, and my bloodline will be cut off." , even the ancestors will be humiliated!"

Patriarch Minghe's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Why, do you think Patriarch will be afraid of mentioning it?"

Bo Xun persuaded: "The ancestor has a superb cultivation base, but he is not a saint after all, and he cannot escape from the body of an ant. If he meets the saint Zhunti, he will inevitably suffer a disadvantage."

"The body of an ant, hehe, you deliberately mentioned this point, because you want my ancestor to ask the Emperor of Heaven, just like Kunpeng, who is clearly a perfect man, but in fact is a lackey of the heavens?"

Bo Xun heard that the old ancestor of Minghe had a bad face, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Calm down the old ancestor, how dare the disciple let the old ancestor be humiliated? I just think that my family is full of disasters and disasters. Not only can we not develop in the prehistoric land, even if we shrink into the sea of ​​blood , and being bullied, I couldn’t be more angry, and made a slip of the tongue for a while.”

Patriarch Styx stared at Bo Xun coldly. The implication of his words was that the Asura clan lacked strong protection, which made it difficult for him. I hope he will put the clan as the most important thing.

Although he was very dissatisfied with Bo Xun, the Shura clan was his main source of luck, occupying one of the six paths of reincarnation, and he couldn't give it up. What Bo Xun said was not unreasonable, so he didn't care about it.

Furthermore, Bo Xun's appearance is really normal. As the ancestor who created the Asura tribe, the ancestor Minghe knew their virtues very well. Born in a place like the sea of ​​blood, the soul is filthy and evil, or impulsive and irritable. Killing endlessly, or being extremely treacherous and scheming everywhere, people like Bo Xun can be regarded as showing the true nature of the Shura tribe.

While Patriarch Styx was contemplating the pros and cons, another Princess Shura came in and reported that Subhuti had come out of Fengdu Palace and walked to the sea of ​​blood, and showed mercy to all the Shuras who had fallen into the abyss of desire and could not be freed. He planned to save them even if he did not hesitate to waste mana.

"Subhuti, you are too deceitful!"

Patriarch Minghe was furious, when he heard about this, he went up to his eyebrows in anger, glanced at the Shura kings who were equally angry, got up and went to look for Subhuti.

He knew that if he didn't respond to this, the Shura tribe would be even more afraid to resist the Western religion, and maybe they would have a second heart, and they might as well run to join the Western religion.

Taoist Subhuti sat cross-legged above the sea of ​​blood, chanting a scroll of scriptures, a wave of compassion and universal enlightenment came from his body, golden auspicious light enveloped the boundless sea area, and the melodious sound of Lun filled the void, each Shura bathed in the holy light , his expression gradually turned from ferocious to compassionate and devout.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Subhuti was about to increase his mana output, so as to convert more Asura to fill the Buddha Land of Ultimate Bliss, when suddenly a murderous aura came from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and two fierce lights flashed, one demon red and one miserable green. Come.

Subhuti was startled, he didn't expect Patriarch Minghe to attack directly, he immediately forgot to recite sutras, took out a whisk, and scattered the light of the sword with all his work.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure rushed out of the sea of ​​blood, holding two killing swords and stepping on a blood-colored lotus platform, directly killing him without even saying hello.

Subhuti shouted: "Friends of the Ming River, why are you getting angry? The poor Taoist is nothing more than converting a few evil ghosts and unjust souls. If fellow Taoists don't like it, the poor Taoist will try to come as little as possible in the future!"

"Huh, shameless villain, still showing off his tongue, let the ancestor die!"

Old Ancestor Minghe yelled fiercely, but he did it for all Shuras to see. In fact, he didn't dare to kill Subhuti, he just wanted to teach him a lesson.

After all, it is the good corpse of a saint. Although it can be cut out again after death, it is tantamount to directly slapping the saint in the face. Zhunti is afraid that he will kill him with a knife.

The two fight together, although Subhuti is very strong, he is still not as good as the ancestor of Minghe, and the ancestor of Minghe is full of spiritual treasures, even saints are jealous. Subhuti can deal with it?

I saw lotus petals flying in the blood-colored lotus platform, burning karma, covering a large area of ​​emptiness, each petal was like a burning source of evil, surrounding Subhuti, as long as he was touched by a trace of flame, karma would immediately emerge from his body Fire is both strange and terrifying.

Subhuti tried his best to suppress the nameless karmic fire on his body, even the whisk in his hand was ignited, unable to parry the twin swords of Patriarch Minghe, he was killed so miserable that he even lost his dao crown.

At this moment, a colorful ray of light flashed in the void, and a branched and forked glazed tree descended from the sky, extinguishing the boundless karma fire with just one swipe, and then another sway, Patriarch Minghe fell down before he could react. He made a somersault and fell into the sea of ​​blood with a plop.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree overturned the Patriarch Minghe, paused slightly in the air, and slowly approached the Yehuo Honglian, as if he was very greedy for this treasure.

The Patriarch Minghe who came out of the sea was startled and angry, quickly took back the lotus stand, and said displeasedly, "What do you mean by mentioning the saint?"

Seeing the loss of the lotus stand, Qibao Miaoshu sighed slightly. After all, one has to pay attention to eating and eating, so it is not easy to grab it. After hearing the words, a voice came out: "Daoist friends are too narrow-minded. I teach in the west and there is no distinction. People from the monster clan There are all clans, and I have not seen Empress Nuwa and the three emperors of the human race have any opinions. These Shuras have a destiny with me in the west, and I took the opportunity to help them get rid of it. Why do fellow Taoists stop it, for fear that the children and grandchildren will not suffer enough?"

Patriarch Minghe was preached by Zhunti, and the three corpses jumped up in anger. He wanted to ignore it and vent his anger, but he was afraid that he would really anger Zhunti and was slapped to death by him. The western sect scolded them all over and over, and replied: "After all, my Shura clan is a small clan, and I can't compare with the monster clan and human race. I hope the saint will understand."

Zhunti sighed: "Forget it, since that's the case, fellow daoists should develop the Asura clan well. When it grows stronger in the future, I will recruit some disciples later. Presumably at that time, fellow daoists should be happy to see it succeed?"

Ancestor Minghe resisted the urge to hit someone, and didn't say a word, watching Subhuti and Qibao Miaoshu leave with the saved Asuras.

Returning to the Asura Palace with a gloomy face, Bo Xun said: "Old Ancestor, in the end, the prehistoric world is still respected by strength, and everyone below is an ant. The Western religion is a sage sect, and the Ancestor still needs to be patient for a while, lest Really hate the saint."

"Humph!"

Patriarch Minghe snorted coldly, his cheeks twitched by the word ants, and his hatred for Zhuangti continued to rise. After a while, he made up his mind that since he couldn't bear it, he didn't have to bear it anymore. It's not like there are no such things in the prehistoric world.

Heaven, Milo Palace.

The Eastern Prince sat at the top, and a Taoist sat below. Although his face was calm, there was still vague expectation in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist is already an existence at the peak of the prehistoric world, why do you suddenly want to become a perfect person? For fellow Daoists, there shouldn't be much difference, right?"

Zhen Yuanzi's face was slightly bitter, and his tone was a little helpless: "No matter how strong your cultivation base is, as long as you don't prove the Dao Hunyuan, you will always be an ant. It is extremely difficult to do something!"

Dong Wanggong kept his expression on his face, and secretly laughed in his heart. This scene was already in his expectation. The ancestor of the earth immortal is not so easy to be, and he is not a show in the original time and space. He wants to deserve his name and spread the earth The way to cultivate immortals is to grab food from Lao Tzu's mouth.

The human race is now mainly cultivating the Golden Core Dao. Since the previous method of the earth immortal is widely spread, anyone with a certain status can get it, so there are quite a few people in the human race who have cultivation bases.

However, the Immortal Dao Dharma has already involved transshipment against the sky and the level of stealing good fortune. Of course, the Dharma should not be passed on lightly, and only the more core Taoist disciples can be taught.

This method was created by Lao Tzu, and everyone who continues to practice the golden elixir path becomes his disciple and grandson virtually, providing him with luck.

Zhen Yuanzi passed on the method of earth immortals on the basis of Jindan Dao, isn't that just grabbing food from Lao Tzu's bowl?
It would be fine if he directly created a set of cultivation methods from scratch to Da Luo Jinxian, but cutting off the beard on the basis of Lao Tzu's Golden Core Dao, unless he is a saint, otherwise it will definitely cause Lao Tzu's dissatisfaction.

However, if you want to create a brand-new method of cultivating immortality, it is not difficult with Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation base, but this is the establishment of a sect. If you have the heart and courage, it is estimated that you can't do it.

It's fine to pass on the method of the Earth Immortal, at least there is the tiger skin of the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, and you can come to the East Prince to hug your thigh at critical moments. If you establish a sect, how can you be as happy as you are now?

Prince Dong reckoned that Zhen Yuanzi should have been invited to drink tea by Lao Tzu, and he might have been beaten. After being stimulated, he finally let go of his dignity and airs, and began to pursue the third person.

(End of this chapter)