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Hear Styx's answer.

There was no surprise on the old man's face.

The road to Styx has been cut off, and smart people know how to choose.

"Hahaha, since that's the case, Fellow Daoist Styx, from now on, you will be the deputy leader of my human religion!"

Lao Tzu laughed.

With the addition of Styx, it means that the endless blood sea also belongs to the sphere of influence of others.

Although there is only one disciple of the Human Sect, Master Xuandu.

But over the years, Laozi has also accepted several disciples from the human race.

However, people who are not as amazingly talented as the third ancestor of the human race, have extremely limited improvement in human education.

Styx can also be regarded as a powerful veteran with prehistoric qualifications.

It's just that the luck is not good, the road has come to an end, and the treasures and heritage have been exhausted, but they can't go any further.

After Styx answered.

Look at Taiqing Laozi.

"Sage Taiqing can now tell me how to obtain the merits of heaven!"

Jieyin also looked at Lao Tzu suspiciously to see what the other party would do.

He was still skeptical that Lao Tzu could solve Styx's problem.

The old man nodded and smiled.

"The Shura clan is also a new race. The reason why you can't get the merits of the Heavenly Dao is because the Shura clan didn't get the recognition of the Dao of Heaven!"

Styx and Jieyin Qiqi were shocked.

"How can I get Heaven's approval?"

As we all know, the way of heaven is ruthless, it is just a fusion of countless rules.

But Lao Tzu actually said that he wanted the Shura clan to be recognized by the Dao of Heaven.

This is too appalling.

In a sense, this is the existence that can control the way of heaven.

There was disbelief in Styx and Jieyin's eyes.

I smiled.

"Pindao won't tell you the secrets of this, which is why I want to shield the saint's primordial spirit from snooping!"

Minghe said respectfully: "If that's the case, then I will trouble the sage Taiqing!"

Taiqing Laozi smiled lightly.

With a wave of his hand, the void exploded, and a huge and boundless avenue suddenly appeared.

On this road, there are graceful figures, and it seems that there are thousands of people shouting, and endless luck is all over it.

An extremely thick humane atmosphere exists on it.

Lao Tzu Taiqing spoke eloquently and muttered to himself, as if he was reciting some magic spell.

"The way is natural, quiet and inaction! The way of heaven is brilliant, Shura is born!"

Above the sea of ​​blood, suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and countless huge waves rose up, which instantly became bloody waves.

Boundless evil spirit permeated the air.

Countless howls sounded in the sea of ​​blood in an instant, as if there were endless creatures wailing in pain.

Taiqing Laozi's method spread throughout the endless sea of ​​blood almost instantly.

A look of shock appeared in Styx's eyes.

"Is this the method of the saint? Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved, and it has completely overwhelmed the Shura clan that I spent hundreds of millions of years creating!"

The Shura clan he created did not have tens of billions, but also exceeded tens of billions.

Among them, there is no shortage of the powerful Shura of Daluo Jinxian, whose footprints spread all over the endless sea of ​​​​blood, and he was influenced by Lao Tzu in an instant.

Such a method, he sighed.

Styx's primordial spirit shrouded away, carefully checking Shura's state.

He was surprised to find that Lao Tzu was actually changing Shura's breath.

On the other hand, Lao Tzu Taiqing had a relaxed expression on his face.

Still chatting with them.

"The Shura clan is useless to the prehistoric people, but don't forget that the true purpose of the sea of ​​blood is to absorb the filth and filth of the prehistoric endless years!"

"I will turn Shura into a Yin soldier and make it a part of the prehistoric underworld!"

Lao Tzu's voice fell.

Jieyin and Styx suddenly realized.

"So that's the case! I finally understand! Saint Taiqing is such a good idea!"

"I would like to congratulate Fellow Daoist Minghe here first. With so many merits of heaven, even if Fellow Daoist cannot become a saint, he is at least at the half-step Hunyuan level!"

Jieyin bowed to Styx, quite sincerely.

Styx also showed joy on his face. He had never thought of such an approach before.

Only at this moment did he understand.

The created race has an effect on the prehistoric.

The ancestral witches and empresses turned into six reincarnations and became holy with the merits of heaven. The Shura tribe created by Styx will also become a part of the prehistoric underworld at this moment.

But Shura's comparison with the Six Paths of Reincarnation is really not worth mentioning.

The heavenly merits obtained naturally are much less than those obtained by the later soil.

now.

The Taiqing Dao in the void is still continuing to transform the Shura tribe.

Lao Tzu's vast magic power surged out, covering the entire boundless sea of ​​blood.

On the prehistoric continent.

A huge shadow appeared, and the bloodthirsty aura in the eyes of countless Shura creatures slowly faded away, becoming clear and wise.

Above the sea of ​​blood, boundless golden light converged into Qingyun.

A golden light slowly condensed in Qingyun.

Styx looked overjoyed, at this moment, he finally felt hope.

He looked at Lao Tzu who was casting a spell.

Regardless of the other party's intentions or goals for themselves.

At this moment, Styx felt that he was worth it.

After all, his role can only be reflected in the human education later on, and the benefits he has gained can only be seen at this moment.

A look of envy appeared in Jie Yin's eyes.

At this moment, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, if he could also create a brand-new race that has a great effect on the prehistoric world like Nuwa Styx, would he also be able to obtain boundless merit?

The idea popped up, and Jieyin was thrilled.

If so, there is hope for his sanctification!
Just when Yingying was thinking about what kind of race to create.

Taiqing Laozi seemed to see through his thoughts.

"Fellow Daoist, do you think that you can also create a race to obtain the merits of the heavens, so that the merits can be sanctified?"

Rang Jie frowned at Lao Tzu's words.

"That's exactly what I mean. I don't know what the Taiqing sage thinks?"

Taiqing Laozi shook his head.

"I don't think so! If fellow daoists create a race, they can only reach the level of Styx at most. Becoming a semi-holy will cut off their own hope of Hunyuan, and the gain outweighs the loss!"

What Lao Tzu said made Jieyin's complexion change.

He knew that what Lao Tzu said was right, he didn't have the slightest idea at the moment.

His way is to promote his own method of Western teaching and plead for the salvation of all living beings.

If it is changed, all his Taoism will be in vain.

This is unacceptable to him.

The reception was in a hurry.

"But now, I really don't know how to become a saint, and the road ahead is at a loss!"

He shook his head and sighed, really not knowing how to go.

Above the sea of ​​blood.

The boundless clouds in the sky accumulated, and the golden light also rapidly grew bigger.

The joy in Styx's eyes became more and more intense.

It was as if he had seen his hope of sanctification. If so many merits were integrated into his body, his cultivation base would increase indefinitely.

And the guide also looked at him with extremely fiery eyes.

He wanted to snatch such kind of meritorious celebration, it was so tempting!