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Chapter 578: The bloody sea is surging, and the reward is returned
"The Shura clan welcomes Emperor Xuanling!"

Above the sea of ​​blood, waves were surging, and the Shura people stood on the top of the blood waves and bowed together.

Hong Chen raised his hands and lifted them up.

The Shura clan is a race created by the ancestor of the Styx based on the method of creating humans by Master Nuwa.

The Shura clan, which was born from the sea of ​​blood, has very distinctive appearance features. Their hair is usually blood red, and each of them carries a very strong aura of blood sea.

For other creatures, evil spirit is usually something they try to avoid. If a cultivator has too much evil spirit, it will inevitably affect his practice and even lead to possession. But for the Shuras, evil spirit is their nourishment, as well as the source and symbol of their strength.

In addition, the Shura men are usually ugly, while the women are all beautiful and have great figures.

I just don't know whether the old man of the Styx mixed some personal thoughts into them when he created them.

Hou Tu was reincarnated, and the underworld was built next to the sea of ​​blood.

During the reincarnation process, the resentment, evil spirits, hostility, etc. carried by the soul also need a place to go, so as not to disrupt the balance of heaven and earth. The sea of ​​blood becomes the best place to discharge them, because it has begun to assume such responsibility long before the underworld was established.

As a result, Shura became one of the Six Paths.

From this, it can be seen that the ancestor of the Styx should be a very authentic strong man.

The ancestor of the Styx himself also had such an understanding. After his early experience of preaching in the Zixiao Palace and imitating Nuwa's creation of humans, he was no longer active in the prehistoric world, but stayed quietly in the sea of ​​blood, meditating on the truth and practicing, while taking on the task of channeling the evil spirits of the underworld.

This means that the Styx should have moved closer to the underworld long ago. Hopefully, Empress Pingxin can give him a hand in the future.

The Shura people moved to both sides, and the violent sea of ​​blood suddenly calmed down. Under the sea, a red lotus held up a peak quasi-saint.

The old man of the Styx was dressed in a gray robe and his hair and beard were gray, but his blazing red eyes were extremely sharp.

The Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus under his seat is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and it comes from the same source as the Twelve-Rank Merit Golden Lotus of Buddhism.

The two swords behind him are named "Yuan Tu" and "Abi", which are the companion spiritual treasures of the ancestor of the Styx.

He is also a strong swordsman.

At this time, on the long river of swords, there was this pair of swords, right next to Hong Chen's Red Dust Sword. There were not many sword marks that could be on the same level as the two of them, and in front of them, there was only the majestic Qingping Sword, which seemed close but was actually far away.

"Xuan Ling, you and I finally meet."

The old man of the Styx smiled slightly. If you didn’t look into his eyes, you would probably think he was a kind old neighbor.

Hong Chen nodded, the tassels on his flat crown swayed slightly, and his half-hidden face made it difficult to see through his thoughts and ideas.

"I am sorry for being late in visiting you, senior. I hope you can forgive me." His voice was calmer than his original one. Although he was apologizing, it sounded a little stiff because there was no ups and downs in his voice.

Minghe didn't care, and continued to smile, inviting him: "The affairs of the underworld are complicated, and the emperor has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. It is an honor for me to take the time to meet you today. Please follow me in and have a chat."

"it is good."

Entering the sea of ​​blood, the space was not surrounded by blazing red blood as imagined, but rather it seemed like a completely different world.

Apart from the murderous aura that lingers all the time, the inside of the sea of ​​blood is not much different from the normal prehistoric world.

The palace where the Styx lived was mainly vermilion in color, but he did not give it a name.

Two people sat opposite each other at a long table, sipping tea and smelling its fragrance.

As two familiar strangers, they did not exchange too many pleasantries, and the Styx Patriarch was not the type of person who would gossip.

So, after a few sentences, the main topic began.

Hong Chen: "The Shura clan is one of the six paths, and should be the underground path."

The ancestor of the Styx was delighted when he heard this.

He created the Shura clan, but he is not the clan leader, nor is he the holy mother of the Shura clan like Master Nuwa.

He is the master of the Shura clan!

The Shura clan dug a tunnel, so isn’t it a foregone conclusion that Minghe will also dig a tunnel?

If the tunnel also opens up an opportunity to become a saint in the future, even if Hong Chen and Niangniang Pingxin allocate quotas to the human race and the witch race, they will certainly not forget to leave one for Minghe, right?

Otherwise, not only would the Styx Patriarch and the Shura Clan be unable to agree, but how could all the prehistoric races be convinced?

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The old man of the Styx didn't care about the identity of his predecessor at all, and immediately stood up and bowed.

How much are the so-called "seniors" worth? Can they be compared to saints?

When the Patriarch Minghe was listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace, he also sat in the front row. He saw with his own eyes how Zhunti brought Jie Yin and cried as they snatched two seats in the first row, thus getting the opportunity to become a saint.

That scene seemed to rise and fall in his mind all the time in the days and nights that followed, and he often thought to himself: If I had grabbed a spot at the beginning, would everything be different now?

The ancestor of the Styx must look down on Jie Yin and Zhunti.

Even though Jie Yin and Zhunti have both become saints, although the Old Ancestor of the Styx does not say it, he still despises these two saints in his heart.

Maybe their strength has surpassed that of the Styx Patriarch, but in the heart of the Styx Patriarch, these two saints will always be like dog meat and will never be allowed to be served at the table.

Maybe the ancestor of the Styx basically doesn't shed blood in the sea nowadays, because he doesn't want to see or hear anything related to Jie Yin and Zhunti anymore?
All in all, the old man of the Styx knew that he could not be as shameless as Zhunti, but he also learned something: when it is time to put yourself in a difficult position, don't be afraid to put yourself in a difficult position.

"This is a win-win situation. Please take a seat, senior." Hong Chen smiled faintly.

After the Styx Patriarch sat down, he said, "I have something to trouble Xuehai for, and I need to ask for your permission."

"Your Majesty, please tell me. As long as I can do it, everything will be granted."

Hong Chen curled the corner of his mouth and flipped his palm.

The pure white, dust-free Red Dust Sword immediately appeared.

When the Styx Patriarch saw it, he immediately praised: "I think this is the treasure of the Great Emperor's enlightenment, another top-grade innate spiritual treasure: the Red Dust Sword."

"Senior's wise eyes."

"What do you mean by wisdom or not? I have watched this sword go against the flow of the sword and quickly move towards my Yuan Tu Avici. Besides, I have also seen the power of the Great Emperor's Red Dust Sword before."

Hong Chen nodded and slowly raised the Hongchen Sword with both hands.

Immediately, the murderous and evil spirit that was everywhere in the sea of ​​blood seemed to be guided and rushed towards the Red Dust Sword. A large amount of aura gathered and soon condensed into black and red streams of light in the air.

The Red Dust Sword absorbed all of it without hesitation, and the pure white sword body was gradually stained with traces of blood red.

Seeing this scene, the old man of the Styx suddenly widened his eyes.

Even the Shuras don't dare to directly absorb the evil spirit.

Although the Styx Patriarch could absorb it at will, it would be of no benefit to him. Moreover, to dispel the fierce evil spirit, he also relied on the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus under his buttocks.

The Red Lotus of Karma Fire is part of the Green Lotus of Chaos. The birth of Karma Fire and the creation of the prehistoric world occurred almost at the same time.

Karma fire can burn away evil spirits because it itself is a higher level of energy: karma!

But how did the Red Dust Sword do this?
Looking at his eyes, Hong Chen knew what he was thinking.

"road."

As soon as Hong Chen uttered this word, the old man of the Styx suddenly understood.

This is the way of the Red Dust Sword.

As early as when it was still in the heavens and myriad worlds, it already possessed such great laws.

After being refined by Hong Chen, as Hong Chen gradually realized his own great Dao, its Dao principles also changed, or its essence.

In short, Hong Chen's great way is to balance the three paths of heaven, earth and man. Such a path is perfect for absorbing and transforming evil spirits.

The balance between the laws of nature, earth and humanity can actually be simply understood as a cycle, like the mutual generation and restraint of yin and yang.

"What an amazing Tao." The old man of the Styx said with emotion.

Hong Chen: "This sword still has room for improvement. I want to place it in a sea of ​​blood, where it will be sharpened and forged by the vicious and evil spirits of heaven and earth and by the filth and filth of evil."

What was being tempered was the Hongchen Sword, Hongchen, and his avenue.

However, this move will cause harm to the Sea of ​​Blood.

From the perspective of the whole world, the Blood Sea is like a garbage disposal site. But in reality, it is not that simple, because the fierce and evil spirit that others avoid is the foundation and nutrients of the Shura clan. To put it bluntly, if the Red Dust Sword absorbs too much, the birth and growth of the Shura clan will inevitably be affected.

Besides, the Red Dust Sword is already a top-grade artifact, an innate spiritual treasure with forty-eight restrictions.

The amount it can absorb is simply unimaginable.

The ancestor of the Styx could not help but fall into silence.

But Hong Chen was not in a hurry, because he knew that the ancestor of the Styx would eventually agree.

The reason is the same as before: in the face of the great way or the holy position, nothing else is important.

Without the Shuras, the Styx is still the Styx.

Without the status of a saint, the Styx will just be the Styx.

This is not a multiple choice question.

a long time.

The Styx Patriarch bowed and sighed: "Your Majesty, please do as you wish."

"Thank you."

Hong Chen nodded and threw the Hongchen Sword lightly. The Sword immediately flew away, breaking through the natural space and falling to the bottom of the sea of ​​blood!
In an instant, the murderous aura, evil spirit, filth and filth that were as thick and sticky as paste around were instantly absorbed into the body by the Red Dust Sword.

The changes originating from the deep core soon caused the entire sea of ​​blood to roll and shake. The rumbling sound spread throughout the ancient world. The blood waves like a tsunami raised thousands of feet of waves and hit the coast wildly, rushing towards the underworld, causing countless ghosts and evil spirits to be horrified and despaired.

"town!"

Hong Chen's words are followed by law.

The waves immediately collapsed and everything seemed like an illusion.

Standing up, Hong Chen said, "This matter is over. I will not stay any longer."

"Emperor, the Shura clan..."

Hong Chen saw the urgency in his eyes and stopped waiting.

The six reincarnation disks rose up behind him, and the Shura Path turned to the top.

"From now on, the Shura clan will return to the underground tunnel!"

The sound of the Dao vibrated, and the Dao aura rose vigorously in Hong Chen's body. In addition to joy, he pushed his Dao forward one step. Even the Red Dust Sword in the long river of swordsmanship also took a step forward, officially surpassing the Yuantu Abi and other swords beside him.

Turning back, Hong Chen said, "Goodbye!"

The Styx Patriarch was very satisfied: "Farewell, Great Emperor!"

After Hong Chen left, the ancestor of the Styx looked at the empty opposite side and couldn't help but sigh.

"This is the true power of youth!"

Return to Xuanling City, Xuanling Palace.

There was a nine-color glow in Hong Chen's eyes, and he could see everything in the heavens and the worlds.

Wave and move.

One after another, the worlds with different brilliances passed by before my eyes.

Figures of different shapes and costumes stopped in front of him.

"Hong Zhennan!"

This is Hong Chen’s first true master.

To this day, he still clearly remembers that when he first set foot on the road to the heavens, he was inevitably a little wary and confused.

At that time, he seemed determined, but in fact he was nervous and took the initiative to go to Hong Zhennan and asked him to accept him as a disciple.

After becoming master and apprentice, Hong Zhennan taught with all his heart, and as they spent more time together, their friendship became more like that of father and son.

Thousands of years have passed since we parted that year.

But the timeline of that world was like a pen on the table to him, he could play with it at will.

He separated a wisp of his spiritual consciousness and transformed into a human form to enter that world.

For Hong Zhennan, he and Hong Chen had only been separated for about three years.

It is a great joy to meet again after a long separation.

Hong Chen's clone stayed there, accompanying him until the end of his life.

Hong Zhennan's soul entered the cycle of reincarnation, and Hong Chen directly intercepted him in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk.

"Master, will you reincarnate as a human or stay in the underworld as a ghost?"

There is no need to explain how shocked Hong Zhennan was when he saw Hong Chen in the Xuanling Palace.

But Hong Chen's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and in an instant Hong Zhennan understood a lot of common sense about the ancient times.

So, after being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect that I, Hong Zhennan, would have such an encounter. It really makes me die so happily!" Immediately, he chose to be reborn as a human being.

"Xuan Ku!"

This is Hong Chen’s second master.

"Mr. and Mrs. Qiao!"

They are Hong Chen's adoptive parents.

"Xiao Feng!"

A true brother who grew up with him.

"Wang Jiantong!"

The third master.

"Lin Fengjiao!"

The fourth master.

No matter they were masters in the heavens, or relatives and friends, Hong Chen accompanied them throughout their lives, fished out their souls from the six reincarnation disks, and gave them a choice.

Whether they are reincarnated as humans or stay in the underworld as ghost gods, Hong Chen will make good arrangements for them.

This does not violate the authentic balance.

Because they have all helped Emperor Xuanling before, they will definitely enjoy authentic gifts.

This is the true balance.

Many people chose to start a new life. Hong Chen arranged them all in Da Shang. With his blessing, they would definitely be good people with a good family, good luck and good qualifications in their next life.

Master Lin chose the Yin God, and Hong Chen knew that he had actually been looking forward to this for a long time.

As for those worlds that already have the veins of cultivating immortals, Hong Chen did not intervene directly, but rewarded them in the form of blessings from the Great Dao.

When one day they have cultivated to the pinnacle of that world, there will naturally be fairy light to lead them to the Xuanling Imperial Palace in the Honghuang Heavenly Court.

Fox Lord Tu Shansu! Yong'an Dang Jingtian and Long Kui! Qingyun Zhang Xiaofan!
These people are all blessed.

As for Journey to the West, the world levels are not much different, and everyone who should know knows what his current situation is, so it is not taken into consideration.

"As time goes by, I seem to have fewer and fewer friends..."

"Speaking of which, Zhang Xiaofan is my eldest disciple. How come I forgot about him before?"

"I'll have to explain this again to Nezha, Yang Jiao, and Yang Jian later."

"However, if he knew that his junior fellow apprentices were actually these mythical figures, he probably wouldn't dare to call himself the senior brother, right?"

(End of this chapter)