Hong Huang: I Have Pitted Countless Great Abilities

Chapter 217 Gifts Xiantian Treasure

In fact, it was not only Zhu Rong, the ancestor witch, but other ancestor witches were also impatient.

“Maybe, the Yaozu shouldn’t die at this moment, right?” Houtu said hesitantly.

Although she didn’t want to understand the reason, she could only do so.

After all, Sage has come forward, and now it is basically impossible for them to provoke the Lich War.

“Little Sister Houtu, even though the monster clan has died down now, but with the wolf ambition of the monster clan, I am afraid that it will provoke a war. I should prepare for it early.”

“I heard that Little Sister got the Heavenly Dao Sect Leader’s hair of sanctification. I don’t know if it is true or not.”

“If my witch clan was born Sage, would it end up like this?”

Before Zhu Rong’s words were finished, a cold voice came from outside the Ancestral Witch Temple.

“Houtu fellow daoist’s method of sanctification, since this seat agrees, it will teach it.”

What followed was a young man wearing Wushou Magical Robe. This person was not someone else, but Chu Feng.

Seeing this, a group of ancestor witches hurriedly stepped forward with joy.

“It turned out to be Chu Feng fellow daoist!”

“Chu Feng fellow daoist, it’s been a long time since I saw you!”

Houtu jumped up abruptly and looked towards the entrance of the Ancestral Witch Temple. There was a bit of warmth in his eyes.

He lightly smiled and said, “Chu Feng fellow daoist…”

Chu Feng nodded slightly and said faintly, “Houtu fellow daoist, if I don’t come to teach you the method of sanctification, I am afraid that several fellow daoists such as Dijiang will go to my Heavenly Dao sect to ask for an explanation.”

“Huh! They dare…”

At this point, Houtu’s voice became weaker and weaker, just like a little girl, replied in shame, with her eyes down, staring straight at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng had said before that he could not be sanctified before the fate of the earth had arrived.

But now that Chu Feng is here in person, has the chance of sanctification that would not become her mother earth come?

Many ancestral witches, looking at the appearance of Houtu, secretly said in their hearts: “Women’s college is not staying!”

Chu Feng stepped forward and nodded and said, “Fellow Daoist Houtu, this is your chance.”

Between words and between the palms of my hands, there was suddenly one more Xiantian Supreme Spirit Treasure, which was a human book.

Book of people: Life and death book + Qianqiu Samsara pen, can be sentenced to life and death, owned by the ten temples; thin marriage + red line, can be sentenced to marriage, Nuwa.

However, the human book in Chu Feng’s hands has not yet been transformed into many spirit treasures, and the level is also higher than the best Xiantian spirit treasure.

Seeing this, Houtu looked surprised and asked inexplicably, “Chu Feng fellow daoist, who are you?”

When talking about this, Houtu’s eyes suddenly changed, and he spoke in disbelief: “Chu Feng fellow daoist, is this the chance you are talking about?”

As Chu Feng said earlier, is it because of this Xiantian treasure that his chance hasn’t arrived?

Does this Chu Feng fellow daoist want to give Xiantian the treasure to himself?

But this is too expensive, right?

At this point, Houtu repeatedly declined, saying: “Chu Feng fellow daoist, this is the Xiantian treasure, I… can’t I want it?”

Chu Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, “Although it is said to be the Xiantian treasure, but as you know, the Fellow Daoist of Houtu, I have a lot of spiritual treasures in Chu Feng, so naturally I don’t care about such a small Xiantian treasure. ”

“Besides, this thing is not my chance of Chu Feng.”

“Send to you, and you will keep it. If you become holy in the future, how about you owe me a favor?”

Hou Tu hesitated for a long time, and this was the time to slowly put away the human book.

At the same time, looking at Chu Feng’s gaze, there was also a little strange feeling.

“As long as I refine the Xiantian treasures, I can become holy?” Houtu raised his eyes and asked.

Chu Feng smiled lightly, shook his head and said, “But even if it’s refining, it’s not here. Fellow Daoist, please come with me.”

“Where to go???”

“Above the blood…”

Nowadays, Samsara hasn’t appeared in the prehistoric age, naturally there are no three underworld monarchs: Emperor Dongyue, Emperor Fengdu, and Emperor Mount Tai.

The Yama of the Ten Temples has not yet appeared.

The current Netherworld is above the sea of ​​blood, the realm of the ancestors of the river Styx.

The sea of ​​blood churned, and the air of cold and cold lingered in the void, and the Shura clan was surrounded by them, surviving here.

Suddenly, a strong breath was suppressed, and the many Shura families around the underworld shivered and frightened.

Immediately, a man and a woman appeared above the sea of ​​blood.

It was that Chu Feng and Houtu.

“Report to the ancestor, that… Heavenly Dao Sect Sect Leader is here again?”

A Shura half-kneeled on the ground, looking at the ancestor Styx and said with fear.

For this sea of ​​blood, Chu Feng can be regarded as a frequent visitor. Every time he needs to refine the Houtian Lingbao, he will definitely come to this sea of ​​blood to absorb the blood of the evil spirit.

The original great blood sea, the endless blood evil spirit, after being drawn several times by Chu Feng, turned out to be one or two less.

Hearing that Chu Feng came here, Ancestor Styx’s complexion suddenly changed. He naturally knew that Chu Feng came to absorb the blood evil spirit, but he was helpless. After all, he couldn’t beat others.

When I read this, I can only wave my hand slightly and say, “It’s okay. Anyway, that guy will leave after he draws the blood and evil energy. Just wait and wait carefully. Don’t let Heavenly Dao Sect Leader be dissatisfied with me. .”

Hearing that, Shura, who had been kneeling on the ground, slowly got up and was about to walk towards the sea of ​​blood.

But at this moment, a sound like thunder blasted above the entire sea of ​​blood.

“Friend Styx, why not come out and see you?”

Naturally, it was Chu Feng who spoke.

After all, this Houtu is not familiar with the ancestors of the Styx. If you want to evolve the Samsara Avenue here, you naturally need the permission of the ancestors of the Styx.

Hearing this, the ancestor of Styx raised his eyes, a flash of blood flashed in his eyes, looked not far away, and muttered: “Is it Hou Tu?”

He was accustomed to Chu Feng coming here, but the ancestor witch of the witch clan came here without knowing why.

Is it possible that after the war between the Wu Clan and the Monster Clan is prevented, the arrogance is hard to dissipate, and he has not killed enough? Hit his gaze on Shura’s line?

Want to use his Shura clan to fill the floods?

But, then shouldn’t Hou Tu come here alone?

…

Above the sea of ​​blood, Chu Feng reminded: “Houtu fellow daoist, what you are practicing is the law of the Samsara Avenue. With the human book, above the sea of ​​blood, you can build the Hades and control the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The merits of Qingyun come out of thin air, and will become holy.”

“In this prehistoric world, there is no place where the gods and souls are located. After the prehistoric creatures die and disappear, they can only specialize in ghosts and do harm to the world. If these gods and souls can be placed, the Six Paths of Reincarnation will be approached. Samsara will be reincarnated, and it will be of immense merit.”

“However, this place is home to the fellow daoist of Styx after all. When I come to evolve Samsara, I naturally want to say hello to him!”