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

Following the curiosity in her heart, Hou Tu restrained her breath and dived into the sea of ​​blood.

Along the way, Hou Tu also saw countless Shura people in the sea of ​​blood.

As for the fact that all male Shuras have green faces and fangs, and are grotesque, while female Shuras are graceful and charming, Hou Tu did not comment.

After all, this Shura clan was created by the Styx Patriarch.

What kind of image it is is the business of the Styx Patriarch.

However, in the future, Hou Tu will look at the Styx, the quasi-saint, with a much weirder look.

Along the way, she gradually got to know the Shura clan.

Perhaps because this race has never been out of the sea of ​​blood, the mentality of the entire race is very...pure!

Male Shuras are brave and aggressive, and every day they are either fighting or on the way to fight.

Female Shuras are beautiful and can inadvertently perform seductive magic instinctively. More than 80% of male Shuras’ battles are because of female Shuras.

If it were just that, there would be nothing wrong.

There are so many aggressive races in the prehistoric world. Let’s not talk about others. From the ancestors to the great witches, all of them are aggressive and brave.

But when the Shuras fight, they really kill.

Even if it is a fight between friends or a small conflict, it is very likely to turn into a life-and-death battle.

But once the battle is over, no matter whether it is a victory or a defeat, or a life-and-death battle.

Both sides will stop fighting at the same time, and the fierceness of the previous battle can hardly be seen at all.

And for the kind of life and death, the living will protect the soul of the dead so that it will not be hurt by the blood sea water, and then return to the blood sea.

This makes Hou Tu very puzzled.

"The reason should be there..." Hou Tu's eyes could not help but look at the bottom of the blood sea, which was like an abyss.

Hou Tu's eyes showed a trace of hesitation.

The blood sea was vast. As an ancestor witch, she restrained her breath and sneaked into the blood sea. Even the ancestor of the Styx, who was the lord of the blood sea, could not find her without careful investigation.

But...

If she wanted to go to some important places in the blood sea, it would be inevitable to be discovered.

After a slight hesitation, Hou Tu's curiosity overwhelmed this worry.

Although she was tired of war, after tens of thousands of battles, Hou Tu had already unconsciously contained the domineering nature of the witch clan as a dominant force in her bones.

Hou Tu herself was aware of this, but she did not care.

As an ancestor witch, as the blood of the father god Pangu, what's wrong with her being a little domineering, not to mention that the prehistoric world was originally a place where the weak were the prey of the strong.

After thinking this, Hou Tu no longer hesitated, turned around, and swam downwards.

The blood sea was deep, and Hou Tu herself practiced the great way of earth, so she was not very good at water. It took her several days to gradually approach the blood sea.

When Hou Tu arrived at the bottom of the blood sea, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

"This is..."

What appeared in front of Hou Tu was not the scarlet blood sea water along the way, but a dark and filthy black pool like mud.

Countless residual souls struggled and howled in this "mud pool", as if endless evil ghosts were struggling to descend on the earth.

Hou Tu's eyes passed through the filthy mud pool.

She saw that there were countless times more residual souls than the top of the mud pool, trapped in the mud and motionless.

Those were the residual souls whose last remaining will and consciousness were wiped out by the blood sea.

Even the eyesight of the future Tu Zu Wu couldn't tell how many residual souls there were in the quagmire.

Even the vast filthy 'quagmire'.

It was clear that he had been sinking in the blood sea for who knows how many years, and even his soul was completely wiped out, and finally merged into the blood sea water.

"Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, if you are not in the Wu clan, how can you have time to come to this poor Netherworld Blood Sea?"

The figure of the old ancestor Minghe condensed and took shape not far in front of Hou Tu, and asked softly after the collection of greetings.

"Hello, fellow Daoist Minghe."

Hou Tu returned the greeting with the collection in his hand.

"It's just that I'm a little bored sitting in the clan all year round, so I wandered around in the prehistoric world and accidentally came to the Netherworld Blood Sea."

For a quasi-saint, especially a quasi-saint who killed two corpses, Hou Tu didn't dare to be negligent.

"Unintentionally...Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, this is not a place you can come to by accident!" Minghe said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, I wonder why there are still these residual souls here..." Hou Tu did not answer, but pointed at the 'black pool' below and couldn't help asking.

"Here? This is just a very yin place in the prehistoric world, and most of the yin energy in the prehistoric world will gather here."

"As for those residual souls, they just came with the yin energy.Just the remnant souls of the fallen creatures in the prehistoric times."

Minghe had no intention of hiding anything.

This was not a secret in the prehistoric times. If Houtu explored it a little, she would soon understand.

"The remnant souls of the fallen creatures in the prehistoric times!"

Houtu was a little dazed, looking at the endless remnant souls below, a deep sadness emerged in her eyes.

Not to mention all the creatures in the prehistoric times at this time, but nine out of ten of the fallen creatures can be linked to the war between witches and liches.

Here...

How many remnant souls appeared here because of the witch clan.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu? "The Minghe on the side looked at Houtu with endless sorrow in her eyes and couldn't help wondering.

After the death of the Wu clan, the soul returned to heaven and earth, no, according to the Wu clan, it returned to Pangu.

Although there are many residual souls here, there is no Wu clan among them, so why is Houtu so sad.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, these endless residual souls can only sink here endlessly and eventually turn into mud?"

Houtu said while enduring the endless sorrow in her heart. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to do something for these residual souls.

"Of course not!" Minghe looked at Houtu strangely and shook his head.

"At the beginning, these residual souls were attracted and could only sink here. In order to prevent the "mud" below from polluting the sea of ​​blood, I would clean it regularly. "

"But later, I created the Shura clan from the sea of ​​blood. The Shura clan was created by me with these endless residual souls and the water of the sea of ​​blood. "

Minghe said, with a hint of satisfaction on his face. Creating the Shura clan was definitely something that Minghe should be proud of.

In the prehistoric times, Nuwa created humans and became a saint.

Many powerful people have thought about creating races, but for countless years, only Minghe has successfully created a new race.

And...

The countless merits of the Shura clan over the years have also benefited Minghe a lot.

"Created with endless residual souls and blood sea water?"

Hou Tu was stunned, looking at the Minghe in front of her, and for some reason, a strange feeling lingered in her heart.

For some reason, Hou Tu suddenly spoke.

"I wonder if Hou Tu can see how fellow Daoist Minghe created the Shura clan. "

Minghe hesitated for a moment, considering the power of the Wu Clan... they were not good at the art of creation.

And even if the Wu Clan imitated the Shura Clan to create a new race, it would not be harmful to him, but he could sell the Wu Clan and do a favor to Hou Tu.

Thinking of this, the ancestor of Minghe agreed.

"No problem, it's almost time for me to clean up these residual souls. Since Fellow Daoist Hou Tu is interested, let's take a look together!"

As he spoke, Minghe activated the powerful magic power of the Quasi-Sage who had killed two corpses, and the originally calm depths of the sea of ​​blood suddenly became turbulent.

The black pool below was directly disturbed by the turbulent sea of ​​blood.

Even though the dark mud pool was wide, it was still very small compared to the vast sea of ​​blood.

When the sea of ​​blood was stirred, the dark mud pool, the endless residual souls and the water of the sea of ​​blood were entangled with each other.

The balls of the sea of ​​blood water wrapped at least three or two residual souls, and even thousands of residual souls were suspended in the sea of ​​blood.

Then, in Under Hou Tu's astonished gaze, the residual souls in the sea of ​​blood were actually absorbing the surrounding "black mud" and gradually merging together.

At least three or two, at most thousands of residual souls merged together to become a complete soul, and then the water of the sea of ​​blood poured into the soul.

Gradually, it condensed into a body according to the shape of the soul.

Soon, hundreds of millions of Shuras appeared in front of Hou Tu.

And Hou Tu finally understood why male Shuras were all strange in shape, while female Shuras were graceful and moving.

"Greetings, Father God! ”

Over billions of years, the Styx has created the Shura clan countless times, and the Styx has long improved its means of creation.

After creating these hundreds of millions of Shuras, there is no need for the Styx to open up their intelligence, and they all bow down to the Styx.

Hou Tu looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes a little blurred.

A tall and majestic figure seemed to appear in front of her.

As Hou Tu had summoned this tall and majestic giant countless times using the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons Formation, she recognized this tall and majestic giant at a glance.

But it was different from the god-like and devil-like true body of Pan Gu that they summoned every time.

This tall and majestic Pan Gu looked so peaceful, standing between heaven and earth.

The pair of eyes seemed to be looking at her, and seemed to be looking at this primitive world, full of love.

"Father God..."

Hou Tu couldn't help but murmured.

Under Pan Gu's gaze, she suddenly realized her mission.

"Reincarnation--"

Hou Tu's eyes were extremely clear, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, a mysterious ‘force’ emerged in the body.

That ‘force’ spread in Hou Tu’s body, and in just an instant it filled her entire body.

For the first time in her life, Hou Tu clearly felt the complete Great Way of Earth in the body of the Ancestral Witch.

Feeling the vastness of the complete Great Way of Earth, feeling the earth that embraces everything and carries everything.

Hou Tu’s understanding of the Great Way of Earth in her heart is increasing at a terrifying speed.

The complete Great Way of Earth is combined with Hou Tu’s application of the Great Way of Earth for tens of thousands of years, and the fragmentary understanding.

Almost in an instant, Hou Tu reflected all the mysteries of the Great Way of Earth into her heart.

The Great Way of Earth, which was originally slowly combined with the body of the Ancestral Witch, was also completely integrated into Hou Tu’s body at this moment!

Quasi-saint perfection!

Opening her eyes and feeling the perfect quasi-saint realm in her body, Hou Tu couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

Obviously, the complete Dao is contained in the blood of the body, but because he does not cultivate the soul and understand the Dao, he has no way to apply it.

He can only rely on his innate magical powers to instinctively promote the Dao and let it slowly merge into his body.

"Sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it... It's our ancestor witch!"

"No, this may be the punishment of our father god to our witch clan!" Hou Tu muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Daoyou Hou Tu! You you..." The Minghe on the side looked at Hou Tu with incredible eyes.

Although the ancestor witch did not practice the method of beheading the three corpses.

But the twelve ancestor witches, whether in terms of cultivation or Taoism, are equivalent to the mid-term cultivation of the quasi-saint who has beheaded two corpses.

After all, the ancestor witches of the witch clan and the demon clan have fought for tens of thousands of years, which is not a secret in the prehistoric world.

Moreover, although the cultivation method of the twelve ancestor witches does not have a bottleneck like the method of beheading the three corpses, it is notoriously slow.

But what did he see?

Quasi-saint perfection?

Just by watching the scene of him creating the Shura clan, Hou Tu went from a cultivation level equivalent to the middle stage of the quasi-saint to the perfection of the quasi-saint.

"I..."

Looking at the billions of Shuras in the blood sea, Minghe looked at Hou Tu, then looked at himself.

Suddenly a feeling of inferiority came over him!

He was not worthy of being the father god of the Shura clan!

Looking at the low pressure of Minghe, Hou Tu could naturally guess why Minghe was like this, and whispered to persuade him.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, there is no need to be like this. Hou Tu's cultivation level is just the legacy of the father god, and there will not be a second special case."

Minghe glanced at Hou Tu and said nothing.

The legacy of the father god?

My blood sea was also transformed by the great god Pangu! 1

I also want such a father god!

Minghe suppressed his envy and said, "Congratulations to Daoist Houtu for being the first quasi-saint in the prehistoric world. It is just around the corner for you to become a saint."

"Become a saint."

Houtu shook her head slightly, a smile appeared on her face and she said, "Daoist Minghe demonstrated the creation of Shura to Houtu, which made Houtu enlightened."

"Today, Houtu will give Daoist Minghe a great gift."

As he said this, Houtu did not wait for Minghe to react, and his figure flashed, revealing his true form.

A tall giant with a human body and a snake tail, seven hands behind his back and two hands in front of his body, holding Teng Snake in both hands, slowly rose from the blood sea of ​​the netherworld.

"Once kindness arises, the six paths begin to take shape, merits descend from the sky, Houtu is no longer a witch, the whole clan can survive in the thousands of miles of Yinshan, and when the prehistoric world is broken, the blessing will benefit the younger generation."

"Now there is Houtu, who will make up for the reincarnation with his body!"