Hong Huang: I let you take charge of the Wu Clan, and everyone has become a Wu Saint

Hell.

Although the blood sea has dried up, it still contains the remains of many living beings.

"Wu Clan, Western Religion, you all dare to use me, I want you to die miserably!!!"

A bloody hand crawled out from the endless mud.

It looked miserable, but it was not difficult to see that this person was the Styx who had been killed by Xiangliu.

"Minghe, listen to me, revenge is a matter of time."

At this moment, in Minghe's bloody body, a black lotus was embedded on his chest.

"As long as you can help me get revenge, whatever you say is what you want."

Minghe was filled with resentment at this moment. Even in this endless hell, he could not hide his anger at all.

He had cultivated for countless epochs and finally built the Holy Land of the Sea of Blood.

Now not only was it gone, but even all his magic weapons were destroyed.

Not only that, he also boarded the pirate ship and entered the Asura Road.

Although this road was good, he found out after he died that his soul was bound.

It was equivalent to being a slave in the tunnel.

It was just that the tunnel was not obvious now, so he did not notice it.

"I have already gathered the power of Ksitigarbha, you should just lie low for now."

"After you have merged the two powers of the Six Paths, you can try to harvest the Six Paths of Hell."

"Back then, he wanted to suppress me with the tunnel, but now I will use the power of the tunnel to kill him back."

There was a strange sound in the black lotus.

In this endless hell, it seemed extremely eerie and strange.

Unfortunately, hell is in the category of tunnels. Although it is weak, it is not a place monitored by the Heavenly Dao.

In the chaos, the void collapsed, and the Chaos Bell was spit out by time and space.

Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun had disappeared, but in the Chaos Bell, two flames were burning inexplicably.

The shape of these two flames is still the appearance of the Golden Crow, but they are wrapped in their own ten kinds of flames.

Among Di Jun's ten kinds of flames, there is the innate evolution of Heluo Luoshu.

And among Donghuang Taiyi's ten kinds of flames, they are connected by the Chaos Bell.

As the Chaos Bell appeared in the depths of chaos, it immediately attracted countless Chaos creatures to rush over.

But when these Chaos creatures approached the Chaos Bell, they were directly The flames of the Chaos Bell burned them to death.

As time went by, the two flames slowly merged together.

And the two original Golden Crows also turned into one.

It was just that in terms of form and appearance, it became even larger and full of explosive breath.

And with the fusion of their respective flames, when the new Golden Crow was born, the River Map and Luo Shu and the Chaos Bell also miraculously merged together. The originally simple Chaos Bell was now engraved with 365 main stars, of which there were 129.6 trillion stars.

Under the clock, there were countless mountains and rivers outlined.

If someone takes a closer look, they will find that this is simply a smaller version of the prehistoric world.

This is the depths of chaos, and even saints have to be careful when they come here.

Just when the Golden Crow was about to be completed, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, I am the Saint of Taiqing"

"This time, I came here to lend you a helping hand."

The Taiqing Saint Laozi appeared here, but he had an extra sword in his hand.

The Tuwu Sword!!

It was originally Di Jun's trump card, but unfortunately it was not used in the end.

I thought it fell on the battlefield, but it appeared in the hands of the Taiqing Saint.

The Taiqing Saint threw the Tuwu Sword into the Golden Crow in the Chaos Bell.

At the same time, he threw a gourd into it.

After doing all this, the Taiqing Saint did not stop, but disappeared directly into the chaos.

The Taiji Palace is Laozi's place of practice, and at this time, the six saints under the Heavenly Dao gathered here.

"The witch clan's catastrophe has now become a joke"

"Senior Brother Taiqing, what do you think about this matter?"

Nuwa looked at the Taiqing Saint Laozi.

Among all the saints, Laozi is naturally the highest in terms of status.

After all, he is the head of the Three Pure Ones, and his two younger brothers are saints.

And what about her?

Nuwa Saint, alone.

Although the two saints in the West are also brothers, how can they compare to the Three Pure Ones, the authentic Pangu.

"The war between the sorcerers and the liches will never end, look at the current situation!!"

The Saint Taiqing pointed his whisk at the prehistoric land.

Wherever the saints saw, there was only the murderous aura of the catastrophe.

And the most realistic feedback was that the whole prehistoric land was in chaos.

In the past, there were saints suppressing it, and even the killing was restrained.

But now?

Fights continued everywhere, and there was no scruples at all.

Some fought for a little thing, some for a treasure, and some because of a dispute of will.

In the past, with the title of saint, even those hidden quasi-saints fought cautiously.

Now under the catastrophe, all living beings are ants.

A small problem can be infinitely magnified.

Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals, was originally a quiet and pure person, a cultivator who was devoted to seeking immortality and Taoism.

But just yesterday, he actually exterminated all the creatures within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles for his ginseng fruit tree.

This is called: snatching the soul.

It means that no creature can share the spiritual energy between heaven and earth with his ginseng fruit, and all external factors that hinder the development of other ginseng fruits must be eliminated.

"Has it reached this point now?"

"Does even Zhen Yuanzi need to personally go down and commit murder to avoid the calamity?"

Others would only think that Zhen Yuanzi is crazy, but the saints present see it clearly.

Rather than waiting for the calamity to come to him passively, it is better to enter the game with one's body.

This is Zhen Yuanzi's initiative to eliminate the killing calamity.

"If it was in the past, he could have avoided it in time with this method."

"But now the underground tunnel has appeared, and he has the book of the earth in his hand."

"Even if he kills all the three realms, he can't eliminate the killing disaster."

Although the saints can see what Zhen Yuanzi did, they can't understand his real motive.

Now that the Saint Taiqing has spoken, the saints instantly understand.

""Brother, what is the meaning of his doing this?"

Yuanshi looked at Laozi.

Other saints were not worthy of his advice, but Laozi was different.

They were born together and asked the same question.

The relationship between them was beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

"Is the ginseng fruit tree really worth his killing? ? ?"

The Great Purity Saint looked at the saints.

As soon as these words came out, the saints understood instantly.

"Good tricks!!"

"As expected of Zhen Yuan Zi, although he has not attained the Tao, he is the cultivator closest to the Tao."

"It's a pity that the heavens are jealous of talents, otherwise he would have had a place among the saints."

The saints sighed.

To them, the endless killing calamity was just a part of cultivation.

Even at this time, they did not take the witch clan to heart.

Although the witch clan had made them suffer many setbacks, their souls were placed under the heavenly way. As long as the heavenly way is not destroyed, they will not die.

It is completely different from the witch clan who have become saints in the flesh.

"Nowadays, saints are emerging in large numbers, so how could Zhen Yuanzi be content to stay in one place?"

Sage Taiqing spoke again, and the amount of information he contained was very astonishing.