Fishing the heavens, the Styx fished out the fruit of the saint

Netherworld is synonymous with chaos in the prehistoric world, and it is the affiliation of the undead.

The so-called undead is a product created after the fall of the heaven and earth.

They have abandoned the consciousness they had before they were alive, and they can be regarded as a brand new life.

Many undead have no consciousness, no signs of life, only a phantom floating in the endless darkness.

But there are also undead, born from death, giving birth to a brand new consciousness, thus becoming another brand new individual of life.

In the Netherworld, there are also many undead races.

However, in terms of strength and profound background, the Blood God Sect founded by Taoist Mosquito is undoubtedly a first-class existence in the Netherworld.

But Ye Chen warned that the forces led by Taoist Mosquito these years can be described as extremely low-key.

Logically speaking, in this situation, there shouldn't be many top figures staring at them.

But this day.

Not only are some creatures eyeing the Blood God Sect, but the other party has a huge background.

Among them, it is the descendant of one of the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan!
To be exact, she did not set her sights on the Blood God Sect, but on the [-]-mile swift Wangchuan River.

The River of Forgetfulness was born when the sky was opened, drinking the water from the river has the effect of amnesia.

But this effect is too overbearing.

Ordinary living beings take a sip, not only will they lose their memory, but their life and soul light will also be corroded.

However, this river can be regarded as a great tonic for the Wu people.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches were transformed by Pangu's physical body.

Since Pangu opened the world.

The clear air rises and turns into the Nine Heavens.

The turbid air descended and turned into a vast land.

The earth, in a sense, is the origin of the Wu clan.

With their feet on the ground, they can use the power of the ground to become stronger and stronger as they fight.

Although the Wangchuan River is not big, it is a special existence.

It colluded with the entire nether world.

It can be regarded as a great achievement of gathering turbidity.

Therefore, for the Wu people, it is more important than any cave.

Therefore, when Ye Chen looked at Nether through the book of heaven, he saw such a scene.

Taotao forgets before the river.

Daoist Mosquito led dozens of subordinates to guard the side.

On the Nether Mountain Range, Houtu's tall body stood aside like an ancient sacred mountain.

"This river is mine!"

The voice was loud, shaking the sky, carrying an unparalleled power.

She is declaring the ownership of Wangchuan River.

Daoist Mosquito and his subordinates are facing a formidable enemy.

Although he was under the coercion of Houtu, he never flinched at all.

Instead, argue with reason.

"This river is the foundation of my Blood God Sect, so it has become yours."

"Housu, you are the overlord of the prehistoric land, and you are responsible for the order of the land. Is it possible that you are going to do what the robber did?"

Hearing this, Hou Tu's eyes dimmed.

It seems to be thinking, and it seems to be contemplating.

After a long time, Qicai said.

"You also said that the Wu Clan is the overlord of the earth, and Nether is also above the earth."

"Everything on the earth belongs to my witch clan."

"Speaking of a thousand words and ten thousand, this world is ultimately a world of the weak and the strong. As long as you are strong enough, let alone Wang Chuanhe, it is not impossible to make the whole world surrender at your feet."

"It's easy to prove that this river is yours. As long as you defeat me, it will naturally be yours."

"If you can't, I hope it fades away quickly. I don't want to hurt my life, but if you insist on going your own way, I don't mind letting you know what the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan is!"

This gesture was not one of overpowering others.

On the contrary, it seems to be describing the simplest truth in the world.

Everything, any rules, any order, are all imaginary.

Whoever has the biggest fist will listen to him.

In the blood sea dojo.

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

To be honest, he has no ill feeling towards the Wu Clan.

For the twelve ancestors who are indomitable.

He is extremely respected in his heart.

This concept of Houtu expounds her outlook on life and values.

It is very difficult for this concept to become mainstream in later generations.

But it is revealed all the time that this is a pure person.

She doesn't have those tricks, and she doesn't know how to calculate others.

Whatever you think in your heart, say it with your mouth.

The first impression given to Ye Chen was that it was real.

It was also Houtu's attitude that made Ye Chen dispel the idea of ​​forcibly intervening in this matter.

If the Wangchuan River follows the historical trend, it is a thing of later land.

It is also by relying on this thing that Houtu has become one of the most powerful men in the world, overlooking the eternal existence of a saint-level powerhouse in the world.

Previously, Ye Chen asked Taoist Mosquito to guard this place, so he probably didn't have the idea of ​​leaving a way out for himself.

But at this moment he has achieved the realm of a saint.

The effect of Wang Chuanhe on him was negligible.

Of course, as the first subordinate who turned to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen naturally wouldn't let Daoist Mosquito work hard for nothing.

In the final analysis, although he left a way out for himself, he subconsciously felt that he didn't need this way out.

As it turns out, he was right.

At this time, Taoist Mosquito is guarding his own chance.

The reason why Ye Chen didn't make a move was because he had an excellent sense of back soil.

But as the saying goes, to catch a bell, one needs to tie the bell.

Even though Ye Chen helped Taoist Mosquito this time, the theory of cause and effect is extremely mysterious, and even he can't fully grasp the true meaning of it, so it is not guaranteed that this move will involve more variables in the future.

Therefore, this time, he decided to take a look at Taoist Mosquito's way of dealing with it.

Facing one of the prestigious Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Although the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, Daoist Mosquito is not without the slightest chance.

On the Wangchuan River!

Taoist Mosquito's complexion changed.

In terms of strength, he considers himself to be a first-class powerhouse in the world.

However, compared to Houtu, the quasi-sage, the two sides seem to be not in the same order of magnitude.

If you talk about power.

Although the Blood God Sect has developed well in recent years, it can be compared with the Wu Clan who dominate the land.

The gap between the two sides seems to be even worse.

At this time, what can he rely on?
Thinking of this, his eyes were gloomy, and he already had an idea in his heart.

He raised his head again, and said to the tall and stalwart Houtu.

"Houtu, in terms of strength, I ask myself that I am not your opponent now."

"However, this is only temporary. How dare you wait for me for ten years."

"After ten years, I will have a showdown with you. At that time, you and I will decide on the ownership of this Wangchuan River?"

Houtu frowned, as far as she is concerned, only those who hold good things in their own hands are their own.

Although the Wu Clan only cultivated the physical body, they couldn't ignore the power of cause and effect in her realm.

Therefore, after a moment of contemplation, his head lightened.

Said: "Yes!"

Ten Huiyuan is only, in the prehistoric era, this time is not so long for them.

In this way, Taoist Mosquito and Houtu reached an agreement.

It's just that things in this world are full of variables.

Can the glory belonging to the witch clan last for ten Huiyuan?
Even Ye Chen didn't know this point.