Honghuang Logistics Department

When Zhang Yuan returned home, it was already dawn, and his parents had already gone out.Some dealers in the field are ready to harvest now, but I think it is a long-standing habit, this time the parents still did not call Zhang Yuan to come with them.

Qin Siyu stayed up all night, sitting cross-legged on the bed and waiting for Zhang Yuan's return.After Zhang Yuan entered the room, Qin Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, and fell on the bed behind him.

Zhang Yuan was a little tired after tossing all night. He lay down behind Qin Siyu, with his hands around Qin Siyu's waist naturally, but his heart was calm without any waves.

Not long after lying down, a guest came to the house, a guest Zhang Yuan didn't want to face, Yang Xiaoya.

"Zhang Yuan, don't you have anything to say to me?"

There was no change on Zhang Yuan's face. To Zhang Yuan who had lost his emotions, Yang Xiaoya was just a name without any other meaning.

Yang Xiaoya stayed for a short time, and left soon. She originally came to see Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan kept his face expressionless, and he didn't say a word, but Qin Siyu was much more enthusiastic. No, so I chose to leave.

After leaving Zhang Yuan's village, Yang Xiaoya became more and more wrong. Even though Zhang Yuan fell in love with Qin Siyu after he left, he didn't need to treat him like this, as if he was a stranger. Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoya dialed Called my brother.

"Ya'er, you have gone to S province, go home quickly, your parents are waiting for you."

Rolling her eyes, Yang Xiaoya hated his preaching the most. Every time she called, she would be educated, as if she would always be a child.

"Brother, didn't you guys have dealings with Bureau 74? Please check Qin Siyu for me. Zhang Yuan seems to be controlled by her. Now he looks like a walking dead, without his own soul."

After Yang Xiaoya left, Zhang Yuan went back to his bedroom and connected with the ancestors and queens. Now that the Lich War is not long before the final decisive battle, it's time for him to collect his own merits.

"Hou Tu Ancestral Witch, how are you doing recently?"

At the gate of the Ancestral Witch Hall, Houtu stared at the sky in a daze, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Can you feel them? Where are they going?"

Houtu's question made Zhang Yuan a little confused. Who are they? The war is about to break out. Shouldn't Houtu go to the sea of ​​blood at this time? How could he hurt the spring and the autumn here? It seems that I need to remind her .

Just as he was about to be reminded, Zhang Yuan suddenly realized that he finally knew what he was talking about. The wheel of fortune had not stopped moving forward, and the mission of Houtu had already begun.

"Why don't the ancestral shamans of Houtu search for it and see them off." Zhang Yuan didn't say clearly, since he knew that the mission of Houtu had already begun, he should follow the history.

Houtu stood up suddenly, sent a grateful look to Zhang Yuan, and followed the feeling to fly into the distance.

Zhang Yuan followed Houtu and flew forward, and it took half an hour before he saw a blood-red sea in the distance.

"The Nether Blood Sea? It's here!"

If we say that the origin of this Nether Blood Sea is also great, it was transformed by the navel of Pan Gu, a place where evil and filthy qi accumulate by nature, absorbing all the hostile energy between heaven and earth, and the soul is also attracted by it .

Although Zhang Yuan knew that this ghostly sea of ​​blood was for absorbing souls, he couldn't see the souls himself. It was a bit funny for Houtu to look at the sky and the sea for a while.

"After death, the soul will still be infested by this filthy air. Should we living people do something?" Zhang Yuan reminded again.

After listening to Zhang Yuan's reminder, Houtu showed his real body. The Houtu man has the head of a snake and the tail, with seven arms on his back and hands on his abdomen. There are two flying snakes in his hands. a monster.

Hou Tu directly jumped into the nether sea of ​​blood, spreading the energy in his body to the strongest, and the surrounding blood sea began to evaporate violently as if hot oil met water, and the soul in it finally let go of the shackles of the blood sea, and transformed Be a little light and spread between heaven and earth.

Houtu's soul-saving back and forth in the nether sea of ​​blood, the originally calm blood sea rose with blood waves under Houtu's tossing, which annoyed the ancestor of Minghe who was cultivating at the bottom of the sea.

"Hey, where did you get the wild child, who dares to act wild in front of my ancestor's door." The ancestor Minghe is not a descendant who doesn't recognize it. The two of them listened to the sermon in front of the Zixiao Temple. There is no reason for them to speak like this All because of anger.

The ancestral witch of Houtu is also a great power in the Great Desolate Continent. The ancestral witch himself has a fiery temper, so how could he be preached like this.

"I don't know who it is. It turns out that Styx is here to arrest the soul again. Quickly release the soul of my witch clan, or I will evaporate your blood."

Before the words were finished, Hou Tu made his move first, using the flying snake in his hand as a whip, and the whip could not leave the old ancestor Ming He's vitals.

Patriarch Minghe used a two-handed sword, blocking left and kicking right. Obviously, this movement method is not as powerful as the ancestor witch. Thinking about the movement skills of all the great powers in the prehistoric world, the ancestor witch is one of the best.

Fighting Houtu in close quarters is not conducive to exerting one's own strengths. The ancestor Minghe retreated rapidly and distanced himself from Houtu. The two-handed sword surrounded his body to protect his body. The seals in his hands changed rapidly. Changes, the entire sea of ​​blood is accumulating towards Patriarch Styx, and finally condenses into a blood-colored giant, with every punch and kick containing infinite power.

Houtu and the blood-colored giant punched each other, obviously not as powerful as the blood-colored giant, and the power of the punch sent Houtu [-] meters away.

Houtu couldn't believe it, maybe this was the first time Zuwu lost in strength.After wiping off the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Houtu became angry, relying on the agitation of his emotions to increase his strength, roared to the sky, Houtu's body began to swell visible to the naked eye, the hair rope at the back of his head naturally broke, and his hair followed The wind fluttered in the air, and the expression on his face was hideous and terrifying.

Finally, when Houtu's body swelled to about the size of the blood-colored giant, it stopped.Burying his anger, his expression returned to calm, he took a deep breath and sank to his dantian, gathered all his strength and once again confronted the blood-colored giant. The angry ancestor witch was quite terrifying, and his strength was astonishing. The blood-colored giant was bombarded by Houtu It became a sea of ​​blood, and countless light spots scattered away, but Patriarch Styx seemed to have not suffered any harm, and was still floating freely in place.

"Houtu, the power of the sea of ​​blood requires you to go all out. I advise you to retreat earlier. The sea of ​​blood is endless, and my strength is endless. You can retreat once, but what about a hundred times and a thousand times?"

After Hou Tu bombarded out his strongest power, he turned into a charming appearance again, panting and recovering aside, he had confidence in his strongest power, and he didn't believe that Patriarch Styx had no loss.

Seemingly knowing Houtu's thoughts, the patriarch Styx changed his seal again, and the sea of ​​blood began to gather again.The reappearance of the blood-colored giant finally changed Houtu's color, and he watched Patriarch Styx withdrew from the range of the blood sea with hatred.

Ancestor Minghe didn't act too unreasonably. After seeing Houtu withdraw from the sea of ​​blood, his body sank into the sea of ​​blood, and soon lost his trace. But after a while, a seductive woman surfaced out of the sea, watching Houtu from afar.

Zhang Yuan only knows that the underworld is related to Houtu, but he doesn't know how Houtu built the underworld. At this time, Zhang Yuan doesn't know how to comfort the lost Houtu.

As far as Zhang Yuan knows, Houtu established the underworld, and he incarnated himself as Po Meng to silently guard beside the Naihe Bridge. Zhang Yuan really doesn't know the specific origin of the underworld.

But Zhang Yuan knows that even though he doesn't know it, the wheel of history will not shift. He only needs to remind him properly, and other problems will be solved by himself.

"The war is not over yet. I don't know how many souls will be detained by this sea of ​​blood. If they can be reincarnated, the detention period will be fine." Zhang Yuan reminded again.

"What? What did you say? Reincarnation?"

Zhang Yuan's reminder made Houtu fall into contemplation. At this time, Houtu finally understood his mission, but if he achieved reincarnation, where would the witch clan go? After leaving, he remembered what Zhang Yuan once said to himself.

'Houtu Zuwu, I am only optimistic about you, not all Zuwu! "How could it be difficult for me to understand such obvious words. Zhang Yuan and Daozu Hongjun are too close. I think this is also the intention of Daozu. Could it be that the way of heaven revives the demons, and my eleven brothers are destined to perish?"
Houtu didn't dare to continue to think deeply, turned his head and looked directly at the contract pearl with a cold light: "Zhang Yuan, I ask you, you answer seriously. What do you think of the Lich War?"

Zhang Yuan didn't know why Houtu thought of the Lich War at this time, but he had to answer well, and he had to get involved in the affairs of the underworld. He had been greedy for the merits of Houtu for a long time. It is not impossible for merit to be promoted to innate.

"The ancestral witch of Houtu, after the father god opened the sky, the demons have always ruled the sky and the witches. Witches still need to think about where to live."

"I understand!"

The always strong Houtu Ancestral Witch actually shed tears, but he didn't know whether it was for his own destiny or the future of the Wu Clan, so he gave up his magic protection and walked towards the sea of ​​blood step by step, letting the filth in the sea of ​​blood erode his body .

"Father God Pangu created the heavens and turned into the prehistoric world. However, manpower is exhausted at times. My descendants use Pangu's blood to make up for the lack of the father's prehistoric prehistoric world. The body is reincarnated, condensing the habitat of ghosts, and the hell comes out!"

Houtu's words echoed between the heaven and the earth, where the prehistoric human race gathered, all the races knelt down and saluted to express their gratitude for the great merit of the queen mother.

Seeing the gray mist billowing in front of him, and the underworld appearing in front of him, Zhang Yuan was also shocked by the scene in front of him, but felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

After the underworld was fully formed, when the merits fell from the sky, Zhang Yuan remembered that he hadn't discussed the distribution of merits with Houtu, but the rich merits in front of him passed him by.

The witch clan has always only cultivated the body and not the soul. After the reincarnation of Houtu's body, the remaining soul is very weak and will dissipate between heaven and earth at any time. However, after the light of merit surrounds Houtu's soul, Houtu's soul grows instantly In the blink of an eye, it swelled from a small light spot to a white-haired old woman. If such a strong soul is still in the body, it will be the birth of another saint.

Two soaring snakes flew out from the old woman's side, and when they reached the edge of the underworld, their bodies stretched long. The snake's head signaled Houtu's soul to leave soon, but Houtu turned and walked into the thick fog, and soon appeared An extremely long road, if you want to come, this is the Huangquan Road.

Don't know that Huangquan is cold, only waiting for a lover, but stop by the bridge, don't think about the past.