This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 43

Huanglong drives the auspicious clouds to leave the Yellow River and fly in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

The Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot seemed to have been placed on him for a long time. He had always wanted to honor Yuanshi Tianzun, but because of some things, he had been delayed.

Respect for teachers.

However, Huanglong's special skills can save the day after all, all because he is a saint's disciple, which is a solid protective shell.

When passing by Buzhou Mountain, Huanglong stopped. The pillars that supported the sky in the past were broken, and now they are a pile of ruins, but the mountains are still the same, thousands of years ago.

Nuwa and other saints will mend the sky again.

The original No. [-] mountain in the prehistoric world had caves hidden inside, and countless gods were born here, but now it can only become a mass of ruins, with forests and cliffs, strange rocks, and a radius of thousands of miles.

People are gone!
The gods are extinct.

The largest fragment of Mount Buzhou was taken away by Yuanshi Tianzun to refine the Fantian Seal, and Huang Long also wanted to take a piece of the remaining rocks to refine the smaller Fantian Seal.

Search for a long time.

It was discovered that Buzhou Mountain had been fused together under the erosion of the years. The original Pangu Daoyun, with the impact of Gonggong, completely dissipated and became an ordinary mountain rock, even the original spiritual vein.

Offset also occurred.

It no longer exists, that is to say, Buzhou Mountain has become a very ordinary land boundary. In terms of its charm, it is not as good as Kunlun Mountain now, and of course it is still a little better than Erxian Mountain where Huanglong is located.

"What are fellow daoists looking for?"

A gentle voice made Huanglong's hair stand on end. Turning around, he saw a gentle woman in animal skin, with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Huanglong met the merciful Empress Houtu."

He didn't dare to act rashly, God and Dao are the same, but Huanglong inherited the power of the Gonggong ancestor witch, and naturally formed a karma with the witch clan, and finally retribution came to him.

"I smell Gonggong Zuwu on you, you devoured his immortal spirit." Houtu Zuwu didn't feel a little happy about Huanglong's compliment.

Stretching out a slender palm, pinching Huanglong's chin, his eyes were pitiful, full of helplessness.

"Don't dare."

"On the banks of the Yellow River, my Gonggong inheritance." Huang Long explained.

"Gonggong was guilty of the crime of hitting Buzhou Mountain. He deserved what he deserved, but after all, he is a brother, so please return it to Taoist Huanglong." Houtu Ancestor Wu put a flat finger on Huanglong's eyebrow.

The Yuan Ling of Gonggong was not found.

Slightly puzzled.

"I was at the original site of Buzhou Mountain, and I used the soul-gathering flag to attract Gonggong's Yuanling. Why didn't I find Gonggong's Yuanling in your body?"

As a posthumous ancestral witch who incarnated the heaven and earth and opened up the underworld, although people revered the Great Merciful and Pingxin Empress, in Huanglong's heart, she was the only goddess who could be compared with Nuwa Empress.

The degree of belly blackness is comparable.

If you are doing nothing, the Nuwa Empress will not make people holy, and the Houtu Ancestral Witch will not unite the other eleven Ancestral Witches to create a witch clan to compete for great luck.

Immediately did not dare to hide.

"Lady Houtu, I just found the mountain transformed from the backbone of Gonggong Zuwu by chance."

It is exactly the same as when Pangu opened up the world and the spine transformed into Buzhou Mountain.

"Brother Gonggong turned out to be heaven and earth. No wonder I haven't been able to condense his spirit in this place for thousands of years." Houtu Ancestral Witch fell into deep thought.

Cohesion?

joke?

The great witches of the Gonggong tribe are now in the Yellow River one by one. With the indestructible spirit of the ancestor witches of Gonggong, they gather a square water seal, and there is no possibility of recovery.

Heaven and earth forbid.

People are not in harmony.

After all, it is still useless.

"The dead are gone, Taoism transforms heaven and earth, so why is Empress Houtu looking for troubles?" Huang Long looked at Houtu Ancestral Witch, sitting on a stone, feeling pity, and the surrounding vegetation was bent.

It can be seen that his heart is not peaceful.

Lich catastrophe.

Basically, the curtain has come to an end, the Houtu Ancestral Witch is a merciful and merciful lady, and Huang Long can't bear to see her sink like this. After all, he has inherited the power of the Gonggong Ancestral Witch.

"Empress Houtu, if you want to revive the Gonggong Zuwu, there is actually no way out." Huang Long was silent for a moment and explained.

Rumor has it that Empress Empress Pity all beings, and her soul cannot rest in peace after death, so she opened up a world of hell in the sea of ​​blood to provide shelter for the souls who died in vain.

It's better to let him be that wedge.

After being enlightened, the Tuzu witch.

Not only can you mix some merits, but it can also fulfill the merciful and merciful mind of the empress.

"Do you have a solution?"

The ancestor witch of Houtu, as one of the gods of Da Luo in the world, also knew that Huanglong was lucky enough to get the legacy of Gonggong, how could the gods who had achieved success have a way to perfect the Wu clan.

under karma.

The Wu Clan is just lingering, just like the Dragon Clan back then.

"Above the sea of ​​blood, there is an old Taoist name: Styx. It is rumored that it was transformed by Pan Gu's belly aid. After the death of a living being, the destination of the soul will be attracted by the sea of ​​blood."

"Hou Tu Niang Niang has great virtue, why not follow the example of Pan Gu, open up the underworld world, accommodate thousands of living beings, maybe where is the opportunity for Gonggong's reincarnation?"

The voice did not fall.

Hou Tu ancestor witch suddenly stood up, revealing a hint of enlightenment.

"My way, it turns out to be here."

"In the prehistoric world created by Father God Pangu, there are three realms of heaven, earth and man, but there is no reincarnation. The gods transform the heaven and the earth, people die in vain, the soul has no fixed place, and the tunnel does not exist."

"The mission of this seat is to open up the underworld."

The ancestral witch Houtu showed a happy smile. Although it was to reshape the ancestor witches such as Gonggong, what the Empress Houtu did was indeed to benefit all living beings.She is honored as Empress of Great Mercy and Great Compassion.

Huang Long didn't feel humiliated.

On the contrary, I feel honored.

Houtu Zuwu happily showed a girlish smile and looked at Huanglong.

"You are very good. If you inherit the cultivation base of Gonggong ancestor witch, then you can be regarded as a member of my witch clan. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can directly contact me." Houtu ancestor witch patted Huanglong on the shoulder.

With resolute steps, he walked towards the sea of ​​blood.

Huanglong followed behind the ancestor witch of Houtu. As a Daluo god, if he could participate in the reincarnation of Empress Houtu, he would definitely benefit Huanglong a lot. For the time being, he can only give away his mount.

Forget it.

Yuanshi Tianzun will forgive him for being unreasonable.

What's more, merit is hard to get. If you want to talk about it, you want to share the merits of Empress Empress Dowager, isn't it too small to underestimate Empress Empress Dowager?

Why are there only a few saints in the prehistoric world?

Even if Taoist Minghe followed the example of the Sanqing sages to establish a great teaching, and imitated Nuwa to make people out of earth, they were not sanctified, their merits and luck were not enough, and Huanglong naturally did not think so naively.

You can get something for nothing.

Following the footsteps of the Houtu Ancestral Witch, unconsciously, he had reached the edge of the sea of ​​blood, and the Ancestral Witch died. Huanglong didn't know whether the Houtu Ancestor Witch could resist the Taoist Minghe alone.

You must know that Styx is a quasi-sage of the prehistoric age. He wants spirit treasures, spirit treasures, and territory. Although he is low-key on weekdays, he underestimates Styx.

Then wait to be cleaned up.

"Empress Houtu, the sea of ​​blood has arrived."

Endless blood, entangled souls, floating in the sky above the sea of ​​blood, tearing each other, some turned into ghosts and gods, and some were combined with some residual limb fragments by the ancestor Styx to condense into Asura.

(End of this chapter)