Naruto Peak Human

Rumble!

The vast and boundless blood-colored ocean suddenly roared. There was no wind and waves, and huge waves rolled up, not only rolling.

With the tumbling of the sea of ​​blood, I saw the deepest part of the sea, where the filthy aura was isolated, revealing a huge palace.

The palace is dark and strange, emitting a coquettish light. On the top of the palace, there is a simple rhyme: "Blood Sea Soul Town Hall."

Whoa!

The next moment, the vision of the sea of ​​blood immediately swept the entire prehistoric world, and the invisible fluctuations penetrated out, attracting countless ghosts and souls.

These are all the souls of the human race who died tragically and drifted in the world.

Back then, the two Lich clans used human souls to refine magic weapons, and were punished by heaven and earth. Di Jun and Qiangliang almost died, so the great supernatural powers of Honghuang didn't dare to make a difference.

As a result, these ghosts wandered the world, slowly and without purpose, without end.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood opened wide, revealing the soul-suppressing hall on the bottom of the sea, and immediately let all the ghosts come to this place involuntarily.

"The sea of ​​​​blood calms the soul, my way of the Styx also requires creation." Styx smiled.

Then he saw the three souls that came first. He waved his hand, and the most filthy blood pool immediately separated three blood gods, and instantly captured the souls and sank into the blood pool.

I don't know how long it took, the blood pool rolled over, and three figures rose into the sky.

The Blood God Child was originally Styx's secret avatar. Originally, he had no consciousness, but the soul fused at this moment could even be transformed into three humanoid creatures.

Three creatures, two males and one female, the males are handsome and powerful, and the females are handsome and beautiful, just like the human race.

But the aura emanating from them is extremely cold, like the turbid air in the world.

"Meet the ancestors!"

When the three came out, they already had spiritual wisdom, and they immediately bowed to Ming He.

"Haha... My Stygian River was born into a sea of ​​nine secluded blood. The way of heaven is unfair, and it is quite partial to my Styx River. At this moment, I can also create a soul by myself, and let my merits and virtues be added to my body."

The words fell, and the innate spiritual treasures Yuantu and Abi sacrificed, and told the Dao, he Styx taught and preached, and since then he has become the real ancestor.

Rumble!

With the establishment of the Styx River, there was a riot in the heaven and the earth, and the majestic golden light of merit descended from the nine heavens and rushed towards Wudang Mountain.

kindness?

Wudang Mountain?

The sudden change shocked all the living beings in the prehistoric wilderness. I never imagined what Li Zhenwu had done to make Tiandao lower his merits.

"Well, I'm sorry, this is the merit of my true martial arts, and you Minghe, you are not here."

Bathed in the golden light of merit, Li Zhenwu had a bright smile on his face, and the cultivation level in his body soared, as if a certain string was touched, and it would break at any time.

Chapter [-]: Quasi-Saint! (Fourth)

The golden light of heaven's merit and virtue came again, and it was so intense that it almost turned into substance, shocking all beings in the wild.

Countless people woke up from the retreat and practiced, and looked at the East China Sea in unison. Their eyes were red, and they were envy and hated.

"Friend Zhenwu Daoist, really a wonderful person, I don't know how he did it."

Wuzhuangguan, Zhen Yuanzi's cheeks twitched a few times, and finally he sighed, people can really see the difference.

Thinking that he recites [-] pieces of Huang Ting every day, but only the disaster of the human race lich that day can get the blessing of heaven and virtue, and Li Zhenwu, that is one after another-!

If there are many great supernatural powers in Honghuang, if they are not envious, then it is definitely fake.

"What a true martial alien, this son should be the number one genius in the prehistoric wilderness, who can make the merits of heaven come one after another, even if the saints have never had it."

In the heavenly court, Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi looked down at the earth below, and also sighed with emotion, blood dripping from the bottom of their hearts.

Including the Wu tribe, the same is true, they are all sluggish in place, and they are simply shocked.

Think of the two Lich clans, born from heaven and earth, how powerful.

However, because of the arrival of the human race, the luck was damaged everywhere, and the last time the human race was ravaged, it was also self-rewarding in the end.

This time, even Sanqing and the saints of Western Lingshan couldn't sit still. They all raised their heads and looked up into the depths of the chaotic void.

"Teacher please explain!"

Except for Saint Nuwa, the other saints all stood up and saluted respectfully, their eyes filled with doubts and surprises.

As the second emperor of the demon clan said, since the birth of Zhenwu, the merits of the heavenly way have come one after another, which has broken the previous routine and has never been encountered in ten thousand years.

Since the great god Pangu opened up the Great Desolation, it has never appeared. There is almost no one in the past, and there should be no visitors in the future.

"Teacher, the merits and virtues of Heavenly Dao have been declining one after another. If it were an ordinary creature, I am afraid that it would have been sanctified. Why is Wudang Mountain's true martial arts still safe and sound?"

Zhunti and Jieyin grimaced, and had a somewhat ominous premonition in their hearts for this trip to the east.

Even Sanqing and the others looked solemn, their eyes flickered strangely, and they all wanted to know the mystery in their hearts.

Among the saints, only the saint Nuwa did not care about it. On the contrary, there was still a faint joy in her heart.

hum!

Above the nine days, invisible rules descended, exuding strange fluctuations.