The time of prehistoric times is respected

It happened to be born in the middle of this glorious era, and Daoist Mosquito felt very uncomfortable.

After his transformation, he stayed in the sea of ​​blood and did not dare to go out. Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation base is too low, and if he goes out, he will die.

It's a pity that the prehistoric land is now dominated by the witches, and the whole sea of ​​blood is filled with endless evil spirits. Even if there are scattered evil spirits that absorb the prehistoric, it can still improve the cultivation of ordinary witches.

There are still quite a few witch clans with the strength of Da Luo Jinxian. They often come to the blood sea to practice, and Taoist Mosquito can only hide. The lord of the blood sea is too aggrieved.

Recently, it was rare that there were no witches coming. Taoist Mosquito was just about to practice when he found the ancestral witch passing by. He thought they would leave soon, but unexpectedly, another ancestral witch came from the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Daoist Mosquito hides even tighter. He has no other ability, but his ability to hide in the sea of ​​blood is still very strong.

Unless the difference in strength is really too big, he can't be found in the sea of ​​blood at all.

Taoist Mosquito followed Houtu, wanting to see what she was doing in the sea of ​​blood.

Houtu moved forward all the way, and the endless blood of the blood sea did not make her feel scared, but felt kind. After all, she was born from the blood pool.

Seeing the center of the blood sea, clusters of black mist entangled above, Houtu didn't know what it was, but he could feel a sense of sadness coming towards him.

Feeling inexplicably sad, Hou Tu didn't know why, he slowly approached the black mist, and found that it was spiritual, and seemed to have a lot of resentment towards himself.

Some of these mist began to merge, and the devoured spirituality disappeared. If you look carefully, there are hundreds of billions of these mist, which surprised Houtu.

Not understanding why the mist was so hostile to him, Houtu closed his eyes and tried to feel the mist.

"What's so interesting about these remnants?"

Daoist Mosquito hid aside, a little puzzled, these are the prehistoric dead creatures, and those with shallow foundations lost their origin and could not be reborn, so they were drawn into this sea of ​​blood.

Daoist Mosquitoes have been used to it for so many years. After thousands of years, a powerful generation will emerge from these remnant souls, devouring other remnant souls, and gradually form the original source, combined with the aura of heaven and earth, and reborn again.

Compared with such a huge base, it is too small, almost negligible. In the eyes of Mosquito Taoist, these dead people are worthless at all.

Absorbing their remnant souls can't improve much at all, and absorbing too much will affect the mind. In the middle of this sea of ​​blood, there have been more and more since the lich began to fight for hegemony, and the mosquitoes don't bother to pay attention.

Houtu was gradually surrounded by these remnants, and more and more remnants began to gather here.

"Ancestral Witch? It's all the witch clan who caused us to wander here, and you will never forgive me!"

A roar came into Houtu's ear.

After opening his eyes the day after tomorrow, he was surrounded by remnant souls at some point, but instead of being afraid, he looked at a huge phantom in front of him.

The voice just now came from this phantom.

"There is such a clear spiritual wisdom?"

Taoist Mosquito, who was hiding in hiding, said in surprise.

Hou Tu looked puzzled, not knowing what the phantom was talking about.

Without waiting for Houtu to ask, the huge phantom said again,

"If you eat my body, we will only be left with remnant souls, and the witch clan will be punished by heaven in the future!"

Now Houtu understood that these were the remnants of the souls killed by the Wu Clan, and most of them were from the Monster Clan.

"Liches are incompatible, life and death depend on fate, what can we say?"

Houtu replied,

I saw the phantom said again,

"What does the Lich battle have to do with our White Elephant Clan? We have never turned to the Monster Clan. Your Witch Clan is bloodthirsty and devours flesh and blood. Except for the Witch Clan, no race can escape being slaughtered, isn't it? "

Houtu was a little dazed when she heard the words. She had never thought about these things. The witch clan feeds on flesh and blood, so that they can improve their physical strength. She never thought that they would inadvertently cause such a big murder.

People who practice Taoism usually kill the opponent's Yuanshen directly when fighting, so as not to give them a chance to make a comeback. The witch clan generally only takes flesh and blood, and Yuanshen and other clansmen like them cannot be completely eliminated.

This led to the current situation in the sea of ​​blood. Hou Tu fell silent and stopped talking.

Seeing it, the phantom roared again,

"What, you dare not speak anymore? You have come to this sea of ​​blood today, so don't think about leaving, I will pay for your life!"

Although the phantom devoured countless remnants of souls, regained its spiritual intelligence, and became the most powerful soul, that is, the ghost body of the later generations, but it did not cultivate properly, its mind was insufficient, and it was blinded by hatred.

He thought that with countless remnants of souls and a sea of ​​blood, he could kill the ancestral witch, but unfortunately, his thinking was too simple.

Countless remnant souls flew towards the back soil, making a ghostly roar, and directly attacked the primordial spirit.

Houtu has no primordial spirit, and he is not afraid at all. The power of blood and energy in his body explodes, and countless remnants of souls are instantly wiped out.

The power of blood and energy is extremely masculine and strong, and it is the nemesis of ghosts. Even if Houtu is a woman, it is not something that a wisp of their souls can resist.

Even the huge phantom was a little afraid, and began to fight with Houtu, trying to avoid the power of blood.

It's a pity that the remnant soul is a remnant soul after all. Now that the six realms of reincarnation have not been completed, and there is no systematic way of cultivating ghosts, the phantom lost only a dozen rounds to Houtu and was hit by a force of blood.

If it weren't for Xu Ying's flexibility, he might not be able to withstand a single blow.

"Kill me, the Lord of Heaven, sooner or later you will punish the witch clan!"

The phantom is also tough, like a certain evil-suppressing character in the novels of later generations, who speaks the most ruthless words, receives the most vicious beatings, and is handsome for only three seconds.

"Let's go!"

Houtu said a little tiredly.

She didn't expect such a result. Hou Tu was a kind-hearted person, even if he was born to combine the evil energy of the sky with Pangu's blood essence, he rarely harmed living beings.

These years have been competing with the Yaozu, but she did not expect the Wuzu to occupy the Great Desolate land and unintentionally cause so many murders. She has some doubts whether she and others are right or wrong to fight for the prehistoric hegemony!

"Hmph, fake benevolence and righteousness, when we come back from practicing again, we won't let you off the witch clan!"

After finishing speaking, he left, and before leaving, he did not forget to say a cruel word.

Hou Tu didn't care, but fell into thinking.

Chapter 112

After leaving the sea of ​​blood, Hou Tu remained silent all the way, still thinking about why there was an induction to go to the sea of ​​blood. Is it the will of God the Father?Or is God the Father implying something?What is the purpose of fighting for hegemony?

Unknowingly returning to the Pangu Palace, the other ancestral witches had already returned, and they were waiting for Houtu to arrive and continue to practice the formation.

When the ancestor witches saw Houtu's distraught appearance, they thought it was because they hadn't found a chance, so Zhu Rong comforted him,

"Sister Houtu, it doesn't matter if you don't find a chance, we Wuzu don't need any chance, our physical body is our foundation!"