Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Daoist Mosquito suddenly realized in his heart.

Stop practicing, Taoist Mosquito opened his eyes.

He saw a handsome and majestic Mighty standing in front of him.

It is Styx.

"Daoist Mosquito pays homage to His Highness!"

Kneeling quickly, he respected Styx and feared it.

"Don't make gestures, get up."

Ming He waved his sleeves, Taoist Mosquito stood up.

"In the middle stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he has not failed the cultivation of his deity."

"Three flowers are all tenth grade, but they are not bad."

Mosquito Taoist can't follow his feet, even with Pangu's blood essence, three flowers and ten grades are already the limit.

The Sanhua grade is actually a small expression of qualifications and potential.

For the real Almighty, the grade of Sanhua is not very important.

The most important thing is the cultivation of the law, as well as the powerful magic weapon.

"It's all bestowed by the lord, and Xiaodao can have this cultivation base."

If it weren't for the gift of Styx, he wouldn't have transformed yet, let alone break through to the middle stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

"These spiritual fruits are given to you."

"Cultivate well, it will be useful to you in the future."

Minghe took out some yellow plum fruits, flat peaches, etc., and gave them to Taoist Mosquito.

In addition, he was given some Pangu's blood to let him practice on his own.

Then, Styx ordered him to retreat.

If Daoist Mosquito has any questions about cultivation, he can ask Blood God Son himself, there is no need for Styx to preach to him.

.........

Stayed in the sea of ​​blood for tens of thousands of years.

Styx suddenly noticed the movement of the sun star.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, the apprentice of this deity is about to transform into the world."

After the words fell, Styx had already left the sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, Sanxian Island also disappeared from the sea of ​​blood.

Nether Blood Sea is the dojo of Styx.

But he rarely stays here, and has always traveled in the prehistoric.

sun star.

The real fire of the sun riots, and the flames of ten thousand zhang continue to erupt.

Countless suns are really flaming, gathering in a certain direction.

Styx stood in the void, observing Dijun and Taiyi.

After countless years of nurturing, the two are about to transform into the world.

In the true flames of the sun, the dark golden golden crow, which is nearly one hundred thousand feet high, raised its voice to the sky.

Dark golden feathers, crimson clawed beak.

With bright golden pupils, the whole body is burning with true sun flames.

The first to take form is the One.

I saw him swallowing countless Sun True Flames.

The body shape gradually shrunk in the flames, and slowly transformed into the innate Taoist body.

Taiyi transformed into a young man, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, looking domineering and mighty.

That Taoist robe was transformed from his golden feathers, and his defensive power was unparalleled.

In the later period of Daluo Jinxian, he was born in the form of Taiyi.

Among the prehistoric times, Lao Tzu was the only one who took form in the later period of Da Luo Jinxian.

Even Yuanshi, Tongtian, and the transformation into the world are the middle stages of Da Luo Jinxian.

"Three flowers and eleven grades, that's not bad."

Styx nodded in satisfaction.

In the prehistoric world, the grade of Sanhua represents the potential of a monk.

Although Styx didn't think it was particularly important, for Tai Yi, he was ahead of other innate gods.

Tai Yi has already transformed into the world, leaving only Di Jun.

Di Jun's feathers were dark golden in color, with dark dots in them.

The source of his body's ultimate yang has turned into the power of yin and yang.

Dijun's pupils are not bright golden like Taiyi, but pure black, exuding an aura of wisdom.

The light of yin and yang flashed, and Di Jun began to take shape.

In the end, a handsome young man wearing a black and gold Taoist robe appeared on the sun star.

Wearing a golden crown on his head, he looked like a king.

The demon emperor, the real demon emperor.

This is the demon emperor in Styx's mind.

Keeping a low profile, Dijun's performance satisfied Styx very much.