Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

"How is it possible that the arm has not been 'corroded' completely!"

This scene stunned Minghe who was standing by. For thousands of years, Minghe had condensed his incarnation more than once and entered the 'red cloud'.

But every time he stepped into it, his body was 'corroded' completely.

Without exception!

"Sure enough, Zhen Yuanzi, he really has a way to dissolve the 'red cloud'!"

Minghe was ecstatic, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw, and he wanted to rush out of the sea of ​​blood right now.

He learned the method to dissolve the 'red cloud' from Zhen Yuanzi.

But he knew better that as a good friend of Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi would never have a good face for him, one of the 'culprits' who caused Hongyun's fall.

Not to mention telling him how to dissolve the 'red cloud'.

He could only rely on his own careful observation.

Minghe was worried. He could only hope that Zhenyuanzi would not bear to see his friend's 'corpse' like this, and would reveal his method to dissolve the 'red cloud'.

And Zhenyuanzi did not disappoint Minghe.

Under Minghe's gaze.

Zhenyuanzi flipped his right hand, and a yellowish-brown book appeared out of thin air.

A golden light of merit suddenly emerged from it and rushed towards the 'red cloud'.

The 'red cloud', which had not changed under Minghe's countless methods, quickly dissipated under this golden light of merit.

In just a moment, the 'red cloud' of a million miles disappeared completely, but... that was the extent.

Compared with the 'red cloud' that permeated the entire sea of ​​blood, the emptied area of ​​a million miles was simply not worth mentioning.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhenyuanzi was not depressed, but a firm look appeared in his eyes.

He has the Book of Earth in his hand. Although the merits of combing the veins of the prehistoric earth are not much, they are long-lasting and one day he will be able to completely wipe out the 'evil spirit'.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun... I will definitely let you be truly liberated in this life!"

After Zhen Yuanzi left.

Minghe slowly rose from the sea of ​​blood, looking at the blood sea that had been purified for millions of miles, there was no despair in his eyes.

"Merit... It turns out that the nemesis of this 'Hongyun' is the power of merit!"

"That's right, I should have thought of it a long time ago. The power of merit is the nemesis of all the most yin and evil forces, and this 'Hongyun' is naturally no exception!"

Minghe was ecstatic at this time.

Although he knew that it would be extremely difficult to accumulate the merits to destroy this 'Hongyun'.

But he was not afraid of difficulties, but afraid of no hope.

As long as there is a way to destroy this 'Hongyun', he, a quasi-saint, will be able to completely wipe out this 'Hongyun' sooner or later.

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“Merit…Merit…”

In the sea of ​​blood, Minghe was thinking about how to gain merit.

For a quasi-saint, gaining merit is not difficult. What is difficult is to gain a lot of merit, or even to have a path that can always gain merit.

And if Minghe wants to wipe out the ‘red cloud’ above the sea of ​​blood, the merit he needs is absolutely huge.

In Minghe’s mind, he kept recalling the beginning and end of every event in the prehistoric times when a lot of merit came to the world.

"The demon race has gained a lot of merits when they established the Heavenly Court, and the mighty in the East Sea has gained a lot of merits when they opened up the world and expanded the prehistoric world."

"Sage Nuwa has gained a lot of merits when she created a new race, and other saints also gained merits when they established religions and became saints!"

"Oh, and there is also Zhen Yuanzi. Zhen Yuanzi used the Book of Earth to comb the veins of the prehistoric land, so he could continuously obtain merits."

Except for Pangu opening up the sky, the Minghe knew that there were only a few times in the prehistoric world where a lot of merits were lost.

Opening up the world and expanding the prehistoric world, there is no need to think about such things, Minghe directly denied this idea.

The demon race gained merits when they established the Heavenly Court because they promised to comb the stars. The prehistoric ancient stars are related to the spiritual energy in the prehistoric world.

The demon race combed the stars, so they gained merits, and they were continuous merits.

Sage Nuwa gained merits when she created the way of heaven, and perhaps she would gain a lot of merits when she created a new race in the prehistoric world.

Other saints established religions, and their merits were to promise to educate all living beings.

"If it were me..."

"Heaven... created humans... established religion..."

Minghe kept deducing in his mind, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he moved and swam directly to the depths of the blood sea.

The Netherworld Blood Sea, which can be called a sea, is not only vast and wide, but also as deep as the ocean.

Under the Netherworld Blood Sea, it is unknown how many billions of miles away from the sea surface.

This is the negative pole of the prehistoric world, the most yin place in the world.

It is born to attract the yin energy between heaven and earth, and hundreds of millions of wronged souls have been lost in the depths of this blood sea.

This side is originallyThe scarlet sea of ​​blood was dyed black.

"It's you!" Minghe looked at the countless souls and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As the master of the sea of ​​blood, Minghe was born to practice the way of blood and the way of killing, and he was not proficient in the way of creation.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to create people from clay like the saint Nuwa.

However...

Minghe waved his hand and directly grabbed several residual souls in his hand.

In the prehistoric times, it was normal to injure people's souls and disperse their souls in fierce fighting, so few souls here were complete.

In addition, the sea of ​​blood already had polluted souls and souls. These incomplete souls had been sinking in the sea of ​​blood for an unknown period of time, and their intelligence had long been wiped out.

At this time, they were caught in the hands of Minghe, and there was no reaction at all.

Minghe grabbed several incomplete souls in one hand and a ball of sea of ​​blood water in the other hand, and clasped his hands together.

The several residual souls merged into the sea of ​​blood.

The avenue of blood emerged behind the Styx, and a vitality slowly emerged from the sea of ​​blood that had merged with the residual souls.

Under the stimulation of this vitality, the blood slowly began to take on the shape of a body, with four heads and eight arms, and a deformed body like a monster.

The Styx frowned, raised his hand and touched the blood, and the arms and heads that had grown randomly everywhere suddenly became regular.

More than a thousand feet tall, with four heads and eight arms, a green face and fangs, it looked ferocious and mighty, but the eight eyes were empty and lifeless, with a body and soul, but no intelligence!

The Styx did not care about this, raised his hand and pointed again, and the empty eyes suddenly burst into a lively light.

"Meet the Father God!" The four-headed and eight-armed creature immediately bowed to the Styx and shouted loudly.

"Haha! It worked..." Looking at the creatures in front of him, the Styx laughed.

Then, he poured all his quasi-saint power into the boundless sea of ​​blood.

The endless sea of ​​blood immediately rushed towards the millions of residual souls and spirits below. Each group of blood sea water swallowed several residual souls before constructing a complete soul.

And because the blood sea water is naturally yin, it is difficult to make it completely merge into one when facing the yang soul.

Each one is like the creatures created by the Styx before, with many hands and arms, or many heads and feet. They look extraordinary, but hideous.

When facing the yin soul, it is easy to merge it into one and make it complete. The creatures created are all graceful and pitiful.

Then, under the influence of the Styx Blood Avenue, the breath of life is exuded, and spiritual wisdom is derived.

Almost in the blink of an eye, billions of creatures appeared in the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea, which was originally lifeless.

Billions of creatures were all looking at the Styx above with enthusiasm, shouting "Father God" non-stop.

"Haha!" The Styx looked at the billions of creatures and was overjoyed.

Turning around, he saluted upward.

"God is above, and I, the Styx, will create a creature today, named Shura!"

"The Asura Clan will be used to establish the Asura Cult, and the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and the Yuantu Abi Swords will be used to suppress the destiny, and the Asura Cult will be established."

As the Styx's voice fell, the sky above billions of miles immediately responded, with golden light rolling, and the golden cloud of merit and virtue continuously pouring out from the void.

Then it suddenly fell towards the Netherworld Blood Sea below, and the aura of the calamity above the Netherworld Blood Sea was offset.

Seeing this scene, the Styx in the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea was immediately very surprised.

At the same time, a sense of enlightenment slowly emerged in his heart, allowing him to understand the whole story of this heaven-sent merit.

After a long time, all the merit and golden light between the sky fell, but only one in a hundred of the ‘disaster breath’ on the vast sea of ​​blood disappeared.

But even so, it was enough to make Minghe extremely surprised.

What’s more, there was another piece of information that made Minghe even happier, which was the whole story of his merit from the way of heaven.

It was not the merit he had guessed from creating living beings and establishing a great sect.

In the prehistoric times, creating living beings would not bring merit, and establishing a great sect would not bring merit.

The reason why the Shura clan he created had vast merits was because of the hundreds of millions of residual souls he used to create the Shura clan.

Let those residual souls that should have sunk in the sea of ​​blood, and even the residual souls that were annihilated, regain the merit of life.

Moreover, this merit is not given all at once. As the Netherworld Blood Sea gradually absorbs countless residual souls from the prehistoric times,

Heaven will continue to give down a steady stream of merit. Although the amount cannot be compared with this time, it is better in that it is continuous.

And...

The smile on the face of the Styx Patriarch is a little stiff.

And the Shura clan uses the blood sea water as their body, they mustTo a certain extent, it curbed the expansion of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Prevent the Netherworld Blood Sea from invading more prehistoric worlds and turning them into a dark and evil place!

As the master of the Blood Sea, no, it should be said that as the Blood Sea, Minghe saw this source of merit, and even with a quasi-saint mind, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

However, the Netherworld Blood Sea is actually big enough, and Minghe has always allowed the Blood Sea to expand on its own. He has never thought of letting the Blood Sea flood the prehistoric world.

Besides, how much blood sea water can the Shura clan draw? Above, the blood sea water that the 'Red Cloud' consumes in one day.

I'm afraid it can support the consumption of the Shura clan for tens of millions of years.

Looking at the billions of creatures named Shura below, Minghe's face showed majesty.

With a wave of his hand, billions of rays of light shot out and entered the sea of ​​consciousness of each Shura.

"This is the method of cultivation. From now on, you will multiply and cultivate in this sea of ​​blood. Without the permission of this deity, you are not allowed to easily step into the sea of ​​blood."

"Yes, Father God!"

Millions of Shuras responded at the same time, and their voices shook the sky.

Looking at the Shuras who belonged to his team, Minghe was overjoyed.

Although they were souls pieced together by residual souls, they were all complete under his magic power. Their comprehension was not against the sky, but it was definitely at a normal level.

In addition, his body was condensed by the water of the sea of ​​blood. The Shuras were born extraordinary and had amazing combat power. They would definitely become his helpers in the future.

Moreover, as long as there were still creatures falling in the prehistoric world, the Shuras meant his endless merits.

Sooner or later, he would be able to wipe out this 'red cloud'.

He was no longer worried. After several kalpas, his Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood was wiped out. At this time, Minghe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"No..."

Minghe's face suddenly changed.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

The danger of the blood sea was temporarily lifted. Minghe breathed a sigh of relief and his mind gradually became clear.

Looking at the 'red cloud' above the blood sea, various thoughts kept coming to his mind.

He suddenly thought that if he had not used the merits that fell from the sky to offset the 'red cloud' in a hurry, he should have collected them first and covered the blood sea to isolate the contact between the 'red cloud' and the blood sea.

That large group of merits, plus the endless merits of the Shura clan.

Not only can it eliminate 1% of the 'red cloud', but it may also prevent his blood sea from being corroded by the 'red cloud' again.

And...

If he left the merits, wouldn't he be able to use the merits to protect himself, step into the 'red cloud', and destroy the 'red cloud' while looking for the hongmeng purple qi?

The more Minghe thought about it, the more heartache he couldn't help.

"It's... careless!"

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