Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

As for the ancestor of Styx, he was withdrawn, weird, cruel, and ruthless. Over the past hundreds of millions of years, countless monks had died at the hands of Styx.

The most important thing is that the sea of ​​blood never dries up and the river of Styx never dies.

The sea of ​​​​blood carries the energy of billions of blood evils throughout the entire prehistoric era, which is equivalent to the garbage dump of the entire prehistoric era.

Styx even cultivated the supreme supernatural power and refined 480 million Blood God Sons into the sea of ​​blood.

Even though there are three saints behind him now, even the saints would not dare to destroy Styx easily.

Once the Styx is killed, the terrifying evil energy contained in the blood sea explodes and sweeps across the ancient world. When the karma of heaven is added, even a saint may fall from the holy position.

Therefore, for Styx, the Sanqing after becoming a saint is not even as big a threat to him as the Sanqing before becoming a saint.

Hou Tu smiled and said, "I'm here to keep you safe. Besides, we're not going to make trouble in the sea of ​​blood. What are you afraid of?"

After saying that, a terrifying quasi-sage Daoyun slowly penetrated Hou Tu's body, making Zhao Gongming's pupils shrink slightly!

Quasi-Saint Great Perfection!

Houtu Zusha turned out to be a quasi-sage Dzogchen level existence!

But it’s right to think about it. Hou Tu, the ancestral shaman of Tu, has the richest natural heritage. The most important thing is that he has a soul that is different from other ancestral shamans. His strength has improved rapidly, and he has a quasi-sage and perfect Taoism. strange.

Houtu is not very impressive, but his true strength, Zhao Gongming guessed, is enough to easily rank among the top three of the Wu clan.

The most important thing is that Hou Tu has this strength, which is enough to protect him in the sea of ​​blood.

"Uncle Houtu's kindness is hard to refuse. If my nephew tries to shirk it again, he will be a little ungrateful."

"My nephew is willing to follow Master Ancestral Witch into the sea of ​​blood."

Zhao Gongming said solemnly.

Xing Tian was also eager to give it a try, "Master Zuwu, brother Gongming, can you take me with you? I also want to see the Sea of ​​Blood."

Hou Tu frowned, "You should stay in the tribe and sort out the earth's veins with the tribe."

Within a hundred years, Hou Tu sorted out the broken ancient land lines and gained a lot of merit, which allowed Hou Tu to see a bright road.

If the trip to the sea of ​​blood hadn't involved the wider future of the Wu clan, she wouldn't even want to go out.

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "Houtu Ancestral Witch can broaden his horizons and see how big the outside world is by leaving Buzhou Mountain. Xing Tianchang is so old, I'm afraid he hasn't left Buzhou Mountain yet. Let him go with us."

Xing Tian immediately cast a grateful look.

Brother Gongming is so awesome. From now on, Brother Gongming will be my own big brother.

Seeing Zhao Gongming speak, Hou Tu could only nod, "In that case, then come with us."

Xingtian is the most outstanding member of the Houtu tribe, and Houtu also wants to train him well so that he can become the white jade pillar holding up the sky and the purple golden beam across the sea in the future.

In the endless blue sky, a huge soft white cloud rushed towards the endless sea of ​​​​blood at a uniform speed.

On the clouds, Hou Tu was practicing physical skills with the Wu clan.

Although the Wu Clan is uniquely blessed by nature, it is transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu. The physical body is the unshakable number one among all races in the wild.

But there is also a set of tempering methods inherited from the bloodline. It is subtle and mysterious. If explained, it will be of great benefit to Zhao Gongming's cultivation of the Da Luo Jinxian level.

At the same time, Zhao Gongming will also teach Hou Tu some Qi training methods.

It was born out of the authentic Taoism, but it is all-encompassing, and it also has a great effect on Hou Tu.

Xing Tian was on the side. Although he didn't understand much, he felt that it was very powerful.

"Master Nephew Gongming, tell me what the future of our Witch Clan and Monster Clan will be like."

Suddenly, Hou Tu asked another question that he didn't want to face.

Zhao Gongming said directly, "If we proceed step by step according to the current situation, there is only one result. The two tribes will perish together and end up with the same fate as the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn tribes."

Zhao Gongming finished speaking, "But with the efforts made by the Hou Tu Zuwu to change, the future trajectories of the two races may not change. Of course, these things are still uncertain at the moment."

"I understand, I will try my best."

Hou Tu sighed and began to close his eyes to understand the method of Qi training mentioned by Zhao Gongming.

Regardless of the age, I don’t know how long it has passed, but a smell of blood slowly came to my face. It was the familiar smell of the sea of ​​​​blood.

Zhao Gongming and the other three opened their eyes, only to see waves of blood rolling in front of them, as far as the eye could see, making a splashing sound. The fish and shrimp were not happy, the hair was not floating, and wherever they looked, there was deathly silence!

At the same time, an extremely strong smell of blood came oncoming, making people feel sick.

Xing Tian pinched his nose, frowned and shook his head, "The smell is too unpleasant, I really can't stand it."

Xing Tian seems reckless, but he has a mysophobia like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Not only was he kept clean, but the cave he lived in was also spotless, which was an eye-opener for Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "How can it be called a sea of ​​blood without the smell of blood? Just adapt to it."

Hou Tu's body slowly exuded a quasi-sage level aura, and he bowed to the sea of ​​blood.

"The Houtu of the Wu Clan has come to pay homage to Fellow Taoist Minghe. I also invite Fellow Taoist Minghe to come out and meet me."

After Hou Tu's voice fell, the sea of ​​blood was still rolling, without any difference.

But after a few breaths, suddenly, the sea of ​​blood rolled more intensely, and an invisible force forced them to separate to both sides.

Then a bloody lotus flower with twelve petals slowly flew out from the sea of ​​blood.

"Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, long time no see." The old ancestor of the Styx sat on the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus, looking at Hou Tu with a strange smile on his face.

But suddenly, the Styx could not laugh anymore. He looked at Zhao Gongming and said in a cold voice, "Young man, you dare to come to my blood sea!"

Zhao Gongming hurriedly bowed his hands, "Uncle Styx, please don't blame me. This time, I came here to apologize to you."

The Styx laughed, "Apologize? Don't you think that the Three Pure Ones have proved the way, and you can do whatever you want in the vast prehistoric world? Others are afraid of the Three Pure Ones, but I am not afraid of the old ancestor!"

The Styx was full of confidence. Billions of blood sea water and 480 million blood gods were his confidence.

"This time, I really came to apologize. This is a gift for my uncle."

Zhao Gongming flipped his palm, and a delicate and small jade box appeared in his hand, emitting a bright light, which was particularly dazzling.

"Oh, you really prepared a gift?"

Minghe narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his sleeves, and an Asura appeared on the surface of the sea of ​​blood.

The tribesman looked at Minghe carefully, then took the jade box from Zhao Gongming and handed it to Minghe.

"Open the jade box."

Minghe ordered coldly.

Practicing in the sea of ​​blood for billions of years has made Minghe extremely cautious. If he can avoid doing it himself, he will never do it himself.

"Yes, ancestor."

The Asura slowly opened the jade box, and suddenly, a wisp of clear air, as if it turned into substance, slowly flowed out from it, and a crystal clear lotus seed lay quietly in the center of the jade box.

"This is the treasure of my Jiejiao to suppress the luck, the lotus seed of the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus. I wonder if Uncle Minghe is satisfied?"