Honghuang: My clone Buzhou Mountain

Pangu created the world, his body gave rise to all things, but his navel turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood is tens of thousands of miles in radius, and its interior is a space of its own, with blood waves rolling inside, no fish or shrimp, no birds or insects.

All the evil spirits between heaven and earth gather here, and the people of the prehistoric world call it the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood.

A placenta was born in the middle, and then the Styx was born with Avici and Yuantu.

At this moment, in the blood-red sea of ​​blood, countless blood waves surged up, and a figure was surrounded by stars.

The man had a red beard on his face, and his long red robe swayed in the wind, exuding a vast power of heaven.

In the bloody water, one figure after another knelt on the water with a respectful look, and they were the Asura clan.

Their men were ugly and ferocious, and their women were all beautiful, wearing pieces of silk, exuding endless temptation.

"Hahaha, my Styx has come to this day!" The Styx laughed up to the sky, and the haze in his heart was swept away.

With his right hand, he grasped the void, and in a trance, the world was under his control. This feeling was so refreshing.

When Hongjun preached that day, he was just an ordinary member of Zixiao Palace. He had never grabbed a cushion, nor did he get the Hongmeng purple qi.

But Minghe's desire to become a saint was no less. As a congenital saint, who would think he was inferior to others?

In recent years, he has been retreating in the blood sea to practice meditation. Relying on his relationship with the blood sea, he successfully killed the three corpses and broke into the peak of quasi-saint.

Minghe was quite proud of this, but he had never been able to take this last step.

No matter what method he tried, he could not unite the three corpses and take that step.

Minghe had a vague understanding in his heart that the Hongmeng purple qi could not take that step because he did not have the Hongmeng purple qi.

He was very angry. Although he had been in the blood sea, he still knew something about the prehistoric things.

Among the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, there were very few who had killed all three corpses. He was clearly at the forefront, but was blocked by a primordial purple air.

The angry Minghe originally planned to rob Hongyun of the primordial purple air, but he didn't know that the guy was chased by the demon court and fled to Buzhou Mountain.

Minghe naturally knew about the stone man on Buzhou Mountain, and he had to admit that the other party was a bit powerful.

After quietly staying in the prehistoric land for a while, Minghe could only return to the sea of ​​blood in disappointment, but he didn't know that Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti had become saints at this time.

He knew the way Jieyin and Zhunti became saints, and also found out the key to Nuwa's enlightenment.

Minghe, who was excited in his heart, immediately began to learn from him after returning to the sea of ​​blood in the netherworld.

He created the Asura clan with the help of the wandering ghosts between heaven and earth, but only a little merit was left, which was not enough to unite the three corpses.

Helpless, Minghe then established the Asura Cult with the Asura clan he created. This time, Minghe was even more depressed. Not to mention a little, he actually had no merit at all.

Minghe was furious and felt that the way of heaven was unfair. He was so angry that he had to spend his days in the Blood River Hall.

Unexpectedly, some time ago, when he was enjoying himself with many female Asuras, a ray of purple light came from the void and directly entered his body.

Hongmeng Purple Qi! He actually got a Hongmeng Purple Qi!

At the beginning, in the Zixiao Palace, the Taoist ancestor bestowed seven Hongmeng Purple Qis, and only the last one was left floating outside, representing the one that escaped between heaven and earth.

Now, this only variable actually fell on him.

Minghe, with an ecstatic look on his face, immediately closed his eyes to comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Qi he had obtained.

After tinkering for a long time, although the Hongmeng Purple Qi was easily controlled, who knew that there was no sense at all.

Minghe was not an impatient person. He practiced quietly, but was awakened by the movement of the Three Pure Ones becoming saints.

After the Three Pure Ones became saints, his mind was instantly clear, and he once again swore to the Heavenly Dao.

Unexpectedly, this time the heaven and earth responded, and a huge golden merit fell.

With the rich merit, he successfully merged the three corpses into one, took the last step, and became a saint as he wished!

Although the way of becoming a saint seemed a bit strange, Minghe didn't care at all.

In any case, he has now become the seventh saint in the world.

This feeling of controlling all living beings with a flip of the hand is really comfortable. And Minghe found that his connection with the sea of ​​blood has become closer.

Indistinctly, he actually felt that there was a space inside the sea of ​​blood calling him.

It's just that the response was a bit vague, and when he wanted to investigate carefully, there was no response.

However, the Yuanshen was revealed, and there would be a great opportunity for him there, which undoubtedly made Minghe even happier.

His sight swept over the Asuras below, and Minghe grabbed with his big hand, and he heard a continuous and rapid hissing sound coming from the void in front of him.

A three-meter-long black giant mosquito emerged, anxiously flapping its blood-red wings and struggling violently in the air.

Blood light emerged, and no matter how the blood-winged black mosquito fought, it still couldn't break through that space.

Seeing the panic of the giant mosquito, Minghe laughed up to the sky.

"Haha. Taoist Mosquito, where are you going to escape this time?" Lang Shuang's laughter was full of teasing.

This blood-winged black mosquito was also born in the blood sea, and after transforming, he always wanted to dominate the blood sea.

The blood sea is the foundation of his practice, and Minghe naturally does not allow this guy to mess around.

Although Taoist Mosquito is not as good as him, he was also born in the blood sea, and his blood escape technique is unparalleled, and he has repeatedly escaped from his hands.

The blood sea has its own space inside, and he has searched many times, but he still can't do anything with this guy.

Now that he had just become a saint, he only had a thought in his mind to take this difficult guy.

At present, no matter how the other party used the blood escape technique, he could not break through the space in his palm.

As if knowing that he could not escape, the blood-winged black mosquito transformed into a man in black with an extremely ugly face.

Taoist Mosquito raised his hands and lowered his head helplessly: "Taoist Mosquito meets Saint Minghe!"

Just now he was shocked by Minghe's sainthood, but he didn't expect to be captured by the other party.

Minghe became a saint, which was something he had never dared to imagine before.

He didn't need to use his most skilled blood escape technique, and the gap between him and Minghe was as big as the sky.

Seeing Taoist Mosquito give in, Minghe couldn't help laughing again.

The two of them had fought for countless years, and neither of them was convinced, but in the end he was the better one.

The other party's respectful expression made Minghe feel particularly happy.

Taoist Mosquito had a bitter face and waited respectfully by the side without saying anything.

Minghe didn't care, but his eyes looked into the depths of the underworld.

After becoming a saint, he faintly felt an abnormal fluctuation in that direction.

Suppressing the urge to show off in the prehistoric land, Minghe took a step forward and fled towards the depths of the netherworld.

The Taoist Mosquito, who was standing beside him, followed him uncontrollably.

Feeling the irresistible power surrounding his body, the Taoist Mosquito looked a little ugly.

Minghe in front of him, saw the other party's expression from the corner of his eye, and felt even more proud.

It didn't take long for Minghe to reach the deepest part of the netherworld.

"Hey! When did it change here?" There was a faint light surging, as if something was gestating.

Born in the blood sea of ​​the netherworld, Minghe naturally explored this space a lot.

Except for the blood sea that gave birth to him, the rest of the place was desolate, with only many ghosts wandering around, and now there was a strange movement.

It seemed that the change only occurred after he became a saint.

When he got closer, Minghe carefully sensed it, and there was a familiar breath coming out.

"Is it another opportunity for me?" Minghe touched his chin, and there was a look of joy on his rough face.

Before he became a saint, the entire Netherworld was his territory. Now that he has taken that step, it goes without saying.

The changes in front of him are definitely his fortune.

The happy Minghe immediately calmed down and began to feel it carefully.

Taoist Mosquito stood in the distance, looking up and down at the group of dim light, with curiosity in his eyes.

But when his eyes passed Minghe in a fiery red robe, his face was a little depressed.

In the consciousness space of Buzhou Mountain, Tianyuan and the other two observed the slowly manifesting sea of ​​blood for a while, and then left.

Houtu returned to the third main vein of the Eastern Land, and together with a group of witches, they accelerated the dredging and purification of the veins.

Minghe began to fight for the power of the tunnel, and Houtu was of course very anxious.

Her way is in the Netherworld, but the six reincarnation disks are too slow to repair, so Houtu can only start from strengthening the will of Buzhou Mountain.

When all the veins in the Eastern Land are purified, it will not only speed up the recovery of the tunnel, but also help Tianyuan.

Tianyuan is already at the peak of the Golden Immortal of the Primordial Chaos. It is possible that if the last main vein in the East is unblocked, he can achieve the Tao of the Primordial Chaos.

With Tianyuan's help, why should he fear the mere Styx? This will buy her more time.

Nuwa and Tianyuan left the consciousness space and returned to Mount Buzhou again.

As soon as the two appeared, a faint voice came from the sky: "I am one of the Three Pure Ones, a saint of the Heavenly Dao, and the leader of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun. I, the Three Pure Ones, will preach on Mount Kunlun three thousand years later. Those who are predestined can enter the saint's door."

The voice rolled out, echoing throughout the entire Eastern land and ringing in the ears of many creatures.

Tianyuan's face sank, with a little anger between his eyebrows.

Like him, it was three thousand years later. Yuanshi Tianzun was obviously targeting him.

It has been a long time since he came to the prehistoric world, but the only intersection with the Three Pure Ones was the treasure hunt in Mount Buzhou after the lecture in Zixiao Palace.

Tianyuan was not sure whether it was related to the several spiritual roots or the one in Zixiao Palace.

Nuwa frowned and whispered, "Is this Yuanshi's intention or Sanqing's intention?"

Laozi is the head of Sanqing. If Sanqing is really preaching, he should be the one to speak.

Tianyuan did not respond. Although Sanqing finally separated, Laozi was still close to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Sanqing was already famous, and now he has become a saint. His appeal is far from comparable, unless he can also take that step.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun's move could not disrupt Tianyuan's plan, if he wanted to promote the Hunyuan Dao throughout the prehistoric world, it would undoubtedly take more time.

Just as Tianyuan was angry, a gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"I am the Holy Mother of the Human Race, Nuwa Niangniang. Three thousand years later, I will spread the Hunyuan Dao with Brother Tianyuan in Buzhou Mountain. Anyone who is predestined can come!"

The voice also rolled out and echoed throughout the world.

Tian Yuan turned to look at Nu Wa, with a bit of helplessness on his face.

Although he had not thought about hiding his identity, Nu Wa's words "Brother Dao" probably made him the focus of the prehistoric world in an instant.

Nu Wa was the first person in the prehistoric world to become a saint after Dao Zu, and now she actually called Tian Yuan Brother Dao.

This not only shocked the creatures of heaven and earth, but also surprised several saints of the Heavenly Dao.

After becoming saints, they felt that everyone below the saints was an ant, and ants were easily killed.

No matter how strong Tian Yuan was, he was just a slightly stronger ant, so why did he call him "Brother Dao".

Tian Yuan smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Brother Dao is thoughtful!"

With Nu Wa's voice transmission, at least he could compete with the Three Pure Ones.

In his heart, he admired Nu Wa's decision even more.

As expected of the first person to become a saint among the six saints of heaven and earth, this decisiveness is unmatched by ordinary people.

Choosing to support Tianyuan at this time is undoubtedly a head-on confrontation with the Three Pure Ones.

The power of the Three Pure Ones is beyond doubt. Not only are they all saints of the Heavenly Dao, but they also hold the most precious treasures.

In the eyes of all living beings in heaven and earth, although the Three Pure Ones became saints the latest, they are still the strongest combination.

For the sake of Tianyuan, it takes a lot of courage for Nuwa to openly suffer from the Three Pure Ones.

Nuwa smiled and said faintly: "I hope that Brother Dao can prove the Dao of Hunyuan as soon as possible, otherwise Nuwa can't resist the treasures of the Three Pure Ones."

Becoming a saint or proving the Dao of Hunyuan is a ravine like a natural moat for others, but for Tianyuan, Nuwa is absolutely confident.

As long as enough time is given, Tianyuan will definitely take that step.

"I will live up to your expectations!" Tianyuan arched his hands.

Earlier, there was not much difference between the weak and the strong, and even relying on the strong body, he could still fight a few times.

But entering the era of saints, the gap is too big, and not achieving the Dao of Hunyuan is indeed a lot of constraints.

Without saying much, Tianyuan bid farewell to Nuwa and chose a place to practice in peace.

Houtu accelerated the purification of the earth veins, and he also had to work hard to practice. Tianyuan thought it would be best to achieve the Dao of Hunyuan within three thousand years.

At this moment, in Kunlun Mountain, in the Sanqing Palace, Tongtian was angry at Yuanshi Tianzun's self-assertion.

However, many Taoist friends who congratulated him in the hall were there, so he couldn't say anything. Who knew that he was shocked by Nuwa's voice in a blink of an eye.

Not only Tongtian, but everyone in the field was stunned.

Almost all of those who came here to congratulate were the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, and they also knew Nuwa.

Nuwa, who was also a disciple of the Taoist ancestor, seemed to have chosen to break with Sanqing, or because of Tianyuan.

The hall, which was originally full of joy, was suddenly silent.

Whether it was Sanqing or Nuwa, they were all saints of the heavenly way who were high above, and they were not beings they could discuss.

The extremely awkward atmosphere made Yuanshi Tianzun, who was at the top, also freeze in the field.

He was just unhappy with Tianyuan. He thought that since the Chan Sect had been established, it was just the right time to recruit some disciples, so he openly spread the sound of Tao throughout the world, but Yuanshi never expected that Nuwa would help him.

He knew that Nuwa had a close relationship with Tianyuan, but he didn't expect it to be so close that she slapped him in the face in public.

Laozi had a sullen face and looked at the many innate saints below. A gentle voice came: "Everyone! That's all for today. You can come to Kunlun again when you have time in the future, and we will discuss Tao again."

Laozi, the head of the Three Pure Ones, spoke, and the people in the hall did not dare to object.

One by one, they stood up and retreated respectfully, except for Jieyin and Zhunti, who were at the front, who did not move.

In a blink of an eye, the entire Sanqing Palace was once again left with only the Three Pure Ones and the two saints of the West.

But on the faces of each of them, solemnity and doubt could be seen, with the exception of Yuanshi.

After everyone left, his face darkened.