The heavens: pushing across all realms

In the boundless gray sky, a ray of light flew rapidly.

Feng Ji's figure quickly fled through the gray underworld, aiming for the blood sea of ​​the Styx in the northwest.

Recalling the scene in Houtu Temple just now in his mind, Feng Ji's eyes flashed with light.

"The inheritance of the witch clan, in this era, the ancestral witches have come to an end, just because the law of chaos no longer exists, and all the spiritual treasures containing the law of chaos have degenerated into innate spiritual treasures."

"There is no complete law of chaos among these innate spiritual treasures. Even if there is a law of chaos, it is incomplete."

"So for the Witch Clan, it is already impossible for the Ancestral Witches to obtain the complete Law of Chaos."

"Unless...unless they can gather all those degenerated innate spiritual treasures and understand and refine the laws of chaos one by one, there may be a chance to piece together the complete laws of chaos."

"However, these innate spiritual treasures are either in the hands of saints or in the hands of the top Da Luo Jinxian. How confident are the ancestral witches in snatching the innate spiritual treasures from these people?"

"This is the reason why the path of ancestral witchcraft has been cut off."

Feng Ji immediately smiled: "But I am different from them. I have an attribute panel. Even if it is a incomplete law of chaos, as long as I get started, I can use the attribute panel to continuously add attribute points to complete the law. , reaching the state of perfection!”

"The path of the witch clan that the ancestral witches cannot move forward is not a dead end for me!"

"Now I just need to get an innate spiritual treasure that contains the laws of chaos, refine the laws of chaos in it, and let me get started directly. Then I can break through the realm of the ancestral witch!"

Feng Ji felt joyful in his heart, which was completely different from Hou Yi's despair. He was now full of hope.

As long as he can break through the realm of ancestral witches and fight against gods, he will not be afraid even if the Sanqing comes forward!

"In the sea of ​​​​blood of the Styx, there is a twelfth-grade red lotus of karma in the hands of the leader of the Styx. It is one of the four top innate spiritual treasures after the degradation of the Green Lotus, the creation of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure. It must contain fragments of the Law of Chaos. "

"If I can get this innate spiritual treasure, it will be enough for me to break through to the realm of ancestral witch."

"The only thing I have to worry about is that the leader of the Styx has unfathomable strength and became famous very early. He is definitely a top-notch Daluo Jinxian. With my current level, I may not be his opponent."

"Don't worry, when we get near the River Styx, we must first complete the cultivation of the ancestral witch inheritance in our hands."

Feng Ji's thoughts were turning in his mind and he already had a plan.

He flew away all the way, heading straight towards the Bloody Sea of ​​Styx.

Not long after, Feng Ji crossed 30,000 miles and came to a sea of ​​blood.

"The river is the color of blood. This place must be the Sea of ​​Blood and the River Styx."

Near the sea of ​​blood, there are many lonely ghosts wandering and wailing.

Because this place is close to the sea of ​​blood, ghosts do not dare to approach this place, so many ghosts who still retain the wisdom of their previous lives will run here.

Because these ghosts still had concerns in the mortal world, they refused to be reincarnated. By chance, they escaped all the way to the Blood Sea of ​​Styx.

Some have become ghost cultivators and may be included under the banner of the Styx Cult Master.

Over time, Blood Sea Styx has become extremely famous among the many ghost cultivators in the underworld.

Feng Ji found a hilltop and did not rush into the sea of ​​blood. Instead, he began to prepare to practice the ancestral witch inheritance he had just received.

In the cave, Feng Ji closed his eyes and recalled the contents passed down by the ancestral witches.

"Most of the inheritance of ancestral witches is still a lot of cultivation experience. These are no longer important to me. I am now in the realm of ancestral witches, but these magical powers of ancestral witches are worth practicing."

The inheritance left to Hou Yi by Hou Tu records many of the skills and magical powers of ancestral witches in fighting enemies.

Among them, "The Transformation of Gods and Demons" attracted Feng Ji's most attention.

This is a more advanced version of flesh and blood, and the gods and demons are naturally the ancestral witches themselves.

Twelve kinds of transformation techniques of gods and demons are recorded in this magical power.

Each one can transform the practitioner into the corresponding god or demon.

These twelve kinds of gods and demons correspond to the twelve ancestral witches.

The most powerful thing is that every kind of god and demon possesses a kind of supreme power.

These supreme powers are the twelve powers of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, lightning, poison, and the most mysterious powers of time and space!

Twelve powers, not twelve laws.

These powers do not come from heaven and earth, but from the gods and demons themselves.

Feng Ji looked at this magical power and felt a little excited.

"Looking at this description, this ancestral witch's supernatural power is really a typical example of using force to prove the Tao. He does not rely on the power of heaven and earth. He controls these powers entirely by himself."

Feng Ji has always been worried that he majored in the way of the soul. If he faced Taoist ancestor Hongjun in the future, would he still be able to use the spells cast by the soul with the power of heaven and earth?

You know, Hongjun represents the way of heaven in this world to a certain extent.

The Dao of Heaven is the will that runs this world, and any laws are under the rules of the Dao of Heaven.

Just like he is the master of the cave world, a thought of his can directly deprive the creatures in the cave of all power, making them unable to borrow any laws and powers.

Isn't Hongjun equivalent to the master of this world to a certain extent?

In this situation, what are the chances of winning if I were to face him?

Therefore, he must follow the path of the witch clan to prove the Tao through force, and must be separated from all external means and all power must be inspired by himself.

In one sentence, all the great power belongs to oneself!

"The Transformation of Gods and Demons" undoubtedly brings out all the forms of power in the realm of ancestral witches through their own strength.

This magical power is something Feng Ji must cultivate.

Feng Ji suppressed his excitement and looked at other magical powers.

The other spells did not impress him. Basically, all the magical powers of the Witch Clan could see the shadow of "God and Demon Transformation".

In other words, after practicing "God and Demon Transformation", all the magical powers of the Wu Clan will be out of the question.

He turned to study the "Twelve Capital Arrays of Gods and Demons".

This grand formation requires the cooperation of twelve ancestral witches. After the formation is formed, Pangu's true body can be formed with Qi and blood in a short time.

This Pangu's true body possesses part of the divine power of Pangu.

According to the above description, even a saint has to stay away!

This shows how powerful this Pangu real body is.

But obviously, Feng Ji is definitely unable to practice it at present, because he simply cannot find twelve ancestral wizards to perform this formation together.

Feng Ji looked at this formation and fell into deep thought.

"I am destined to be unable to use this formation alone, but if I break through the realm of ancestral witches and master the laws of chaos, can I truly restore Pangu's true body?"

"No, if I master the Law of Chaos, wouldn't I be just another Great God Pangu?"

Once he controls the Law of Chaos, Feng Ji is afraid that he will immediately reach the realm of the Chaos Demon God.

At that time, he and Pangu were no different, both at the level of chaos gods and demons.

At that time, let alone the way of heaven, the ancestors of Taoism, and the saints, all of them will be nothing more than chickens and dogs to the chaotic gods and demons.

With such expectations, Feng Ji began to practice "The Transformation of Gods and Demons".

Time passed little by little, and a month later, Feng Ji finally got started with "The Transformation of Gods and Demons".

Next, he did not continue to practice hard on his own step by step, but directly chose to use attribute points to forcibly add points to this skill to the perfect state.

On this day, Feng Ji was in retreat when he suddenly heard the sound of a fierce fight coming from outside.

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows, quietly gathered his breath, and walked out of the cave.

Outside is a barren black stone mountain, and below the mountain is an endless expanse of barren sand, exuding bursts of gloomy energy and deathly energy.

At this time, in the desert, a group of bald monks were besieging two men with bare arms.

Six arms sprouted from the backs of the two men, each holding a weapon and constantly fighting back.

While they were beating, one of the men roared angrily: "You bald donkeys, you have the guts to get into the sea of ​​blood. How can you sneak up on us outside?"

A bald ghost monk smiled and said: "Amitabha, how could we not know that asuras from the Netherworld Sect will become immortal once they enter the sea of ​​blood? Today, we have been waiting for a long time on the orders of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Ayana What, let’s just capture him without any effort.”

"Hahaha bald donkey, when have you ever seen my Shura clan capture me without any help?" The man named Ajanash laughed wildly, brandishing his weapons with six arms, and swung the weapons with all his might like a madman.

Another Shura man on the side shouted: "Nah, these bald donkeys are here prepared, don't get entangled!"

The two tried their best to break open the encirclement and try to escape.

Suddenly, the ghost monk threw a Buddhist bead, which was spinning in the air. With a buzzing sound, a large amount of yang energy burst out, and the Buddha's light surged.

In an instant, the two Asura men froze and were covered by the Buddha's light.

Ajanash roared angrily: "Buddhist golden light! Prince, you go first, I will stop them."

boom!

He punched the void, and in an instant, blood surged from his body and the blood shadow swept over him, blocking the golden light of the beads.

And with one arm, he suddenly pushed the Shura man behind him and shouted: "Your Majesty, leave quickly!"

The prince staggered suddenly and ran away.

He looked unwilling and roared: "Ajanash!"

Bang!

A ray of golden light instantly penetrated Ajanash, and Ajanash screamed "Ah", and then he took a deep breath suddenly, and his whole body swelled up.

Before anyone could react, there was only a loud bang!

The Shura man named Ajanash exploded himself.

The power of the self-destruction set off a huge wave of blood, and the ghost monks around him were immediately contaminated by blood energy, and they all screamed in agony and fell to the ground.

On the other hand, the ghost monk holding a Buddhist bead, protected by the beads, retreated sharply to protect himself and block the bloody light.

"Ajanash!"

Sisi, the eldest son of the Shura clan, clenched her fists, her eyes red with anger, but she didn't dare to rush forward. Instead, she gritted her teeth, turned around and ran towards the sea of ​​blood.

When the ghost monk saw this, he immediately sneered, flashed and chased after him.

Feng Ji watched this scene from the top of the mountain and did not interfere from beginning to end.

There was a look of thought in his eyes.

"Are these ghost monks the Buddhist ghost cultivators transformed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

"What are the identities of these two Shura men?"

Feng Ji was curious, but there was no doubt that the Shura clan, as the main group of the Styx Sect, was obviously fighting to the death with the disciples of Ksitigarbha.

He immediately flashed and followed quietly.

But he saw two rays of light, one gold and one red, flying away rapidly, and the direction was naturally towards the sea of ​​blood in front of him.

Not long after, the golden light suddenly accelerated, and a divine light suddenly shot out.

There was a bang, and the red escape light in front was suddenly hit. Within the escape light, Prince Shura stumbled and fell, his expression full of hatred.

Before he could fly again, the ghost monk in the golden light had already arrived.

But he saw the ghost monk wave his hand, and three Buddha beads suddenly shot out, turning into golden Buddha light that filled the sky, directly covering the Shura Prince.

Under the suppression of Buddha's light, Prince Shura struggled hard and roared again and again.

The ghost monk chuckled and said, "Stop struggling, Lord Garuda, these are Buddhist beads refined by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva himself. They are no less than the best acquired spiritual treasures. With your cultivation, you cannot break free."

The Prince of Garuda glared at the ghost monk and cursed: "Kill the bald donkey from the Western religion if you want. If I frown, you are not from the Shura clan."

"Amitabha, Your Majesty is joking. Our Western religion is to save the world and save people in distress. How can we kill people? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva came to the underworld to save evil ghosts. You have committed many sins, but a poor monk will not take your life. Poor monk, go back and see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and he will liberate you."

With that said, he made a magic spell with his hands and used golden light to bind the Prince of Garou.

The Crown Prince Nagaro cursed angrily: "Bald Donkey, you think I don't know what your Western religion is up to? Your so-called transformation is just to forcefully change our thinking and enslave us."

"I, the Shura clan, would rather die than enter Buddhism."

The ghost monk chuckled: "Amitabha, Lord Garuda has misunderstood our Western Sect too deeply. Our Western Sect is currently cultivating eight tribes. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is very optimistic about your Shura clan."

"Bald Donkey, let me go! Let me go. My father is one of the three great generals of the Shura Clan. If you touch me, you will start a war with the Shura Clan and with the Styx Cult. The leader will not spare you."

Garuda struggled desperately and roared.

The ghost monk didn't care and chuckled before taking Prince Jialou away.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the sky.

"It turns out that Western religion has already laid out the Three Realms?"

"who?"

The ghost monk was immediately startled and turned his head quickly to look behind him.

But he saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man standing behind him.

He couldn't even feel any mana fluctuations in this middle-aged man!

Ordinary people?

No, it's impossible. This is the underworld. How can a flesh-and-blood body that appears here be an ordinary person?

Why can't I feel the other person's breath?

The ghost monk suddenly took a breath of cold air, this person's cultivation level was far above his own!

He understood this instantly, and quickly backed away, saying, "Amitabha, who are you? I am a disciple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Ahanluo."

The visitor was none other than Feng Ji.

With a smile on his face, he said: "The Western religion plans the great catastrophe of apotheosis of gods in the human world, and plans and prepares the establishment of eight tribes in the underworld. It is really easy to calculate."

"This poor monk doesn't know what you are talking about. This poor monk is just transforming demons." Ahanluo said cautiously.

Feng Ji smiled: "Don't you know what I'm talking about? I'm afraid you know it very well. I want this Shura clan."

"you--"

Ahanluo's expression changed and he was about to say something, but then he shut his mouth and turned away without saying a word.

He couldn't figure out Feng Ji's depth and origin. It was not a good time to fight, so it was better to leave first.

However, as soon as he moved, his shoulders suddenly sank, and his whole body was forced by the huge force and fell from the sky.

But I heard a voice coming from behind: "Did I let you go?"