Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

Gather the filth of the world.

In the prehistoric world, countless creatures fight continuously every day.

How much blood is shed every day.

The blood slowly seeped into the veins of the earth and was attracted by the sea of ​​blood.

Through the conversion of the Nine Netherlands, it finally flows into the sea of ​​blood.

Therefore, the blood sea has a steady stream of blood to join.

It is boundless, and it can be compared with the volume of the immeasurable four seas.

But even so.

The sea of ​​blood also belongs to the lowest level of the prehistoric.

For Dijun Taiyi, a born king.

How could it be possible to look up to Styx, who in their eyes was born in a land beyond transformation?

So what about the quasi-sage of the three corpses?

After all, it is not prehistoric orthodoxy.

We are the heavenly emperors who act on behalf of the heavens.

Di Jun looked at Patriarch Styx calmly.

"Styx, it's okay to ask the emperor to invite you."

"The Nantian Gate of Heaven just happens to be short of a gatekeeper general."

"If you come, this emperor will definitely let you achieve something."

The majestic Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood.

The three corpses are quasi-sages.

But was called to look at the gate.

Di Jun's words made Patriarch Minghe's murderous intent flourish.

But Patriarch Styx didn't do anything directly.

Just smiled grimly.

"Thank you, Daoist, for your kindness."

"Whenever the ancestor is free, then go to the Heavenly Court to have fun."

When I, the ancestor, prove the truth.

When you kill all the heaven and earth.

Let you, the demon clan, stay behind.

Say it.

Patriarch Styx glanced at the messy millions of monks.

"It's too messy here, messing up the mind of the ancestor."

"Why don't you clean it up and talk to some fellow Taoists?"

Di Jun raised his eyebrows.

What does Styx want to do?

Didn't he get these monks?

Di Jun originally thought that Styx had tricked millions of monks into attacking him.

It's just that Styx underestimated the absorption power of Chaos Spirit Treasure.

So millions of monks became chaotic.

If so.

Then Styx should let those millions of monks continue to fight.

Use this to consume Zhenyuanzi.

You can even let these millions of monks attack your own party.

But Patriarch Styx now took the initiative to say that he was going to kill those monks.

Taichi thinks the same way.

This Styx, what does it mean to consume oneself in advance?

But since Patriarch Styx wants to consume it himself.

Even Emperor Shuntaichi would not stop him.

They just laughed casually.

"Fellow Daoist, if you are interested. Please feel free."

Patriarch Minghe smiled, turned around and left.

It quickly entered the millions of monks.

Set off a wave of blood.

Tai Yi looked at Patriarch Styx, his brows knit into a knot.

"Brother, what do you want to do when you look at this Styx?"

Di Jun shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Just wait and see."

"He can't get out of our control."

Tai felt very reasonable.

So no more questions.

How could a mere Styx be our brother's opponent?

Both the primordial purple energy and the chaotic spirit treasure belong to us.

It's the weak that make the choice, we all want it.

When Emperor Shuntai was making calculations.

How could Patriarch Minghe have no plans.

The reason why he took the initiative to kill those millions of monks.

It's not that there is a problem with the brain to consume yourself in advance.Quite the opposite.

The more kills, the less consumption of Patriarch Styx.

even.

will have a complementary effect on him.

Some residues of Luo Hu's Way of Slaughter, which was dismantled by Long Ming back then, fell into the sea of ​​blood.

The then unformed Styx absorbed the residue of the Way of Slaughter.

In addition, the sea of ​​blood was originally a place where floods and filth gathered.

Therefore, Styx was born to respond to the way of killing.

He is also very proficient in the way of filth.

Although he was fooled by Hongjun, he practiced the immortal way of cutting corpses.

But he can at least repair killing and filth to the law level.

And has the law of killing and defilement.

This allows Patriarch Styx to draw strength from the killing.

Just kill enough.

Not only will he not consume.

It will even continue to increase its strength.

Although this improvement is temporary.

But many times.

A temporary improvement is enough to decide many things.

Patriarch Minghe raised two killing swords.

Dance out thousands of miles of fierce light and evil spirit.

Back and forth among millions of monks.

Where the sword light has passed.

Even the defense of the innate spirit treasure cannot completely block its sharpness.

Every time a monk is killed, a trace of blood will be entwined on Yuantu's Abi's double swords.

The Primordial Spirit True Spirit of the slain monk was transformed into the mana of Patriarch Styx.

"Kill, kill him first."

"Or we're all going to die. Kill him."

Some monks were wailing.

Shout out to other monks for cooperation.

next moment.

Even with the treasure on his body, he was chopped to pieces by Patriarch Styx.

Under the pressure of life and death, some monks temporarily got rid of the temptation of the chaotic spirit treasure.

Turn to the ancestor Styx and kill him.

But more monks didn't care at all, and continued to rush towards Zhen Yuanzi's earth dragon.

a time.

Instead, Patriarch Styx and Zhen Yuanzi cooperated to kill these millions of monks.

"Hahaha, you dare to fight with the ancestor?"

"They all have to die."

Patriarch Styx laughed out loud.

Behind him, he raised the Shura treasure flag.

The previous sea of ​​blood, evil spirits, and desire spirits all came one after another.

There are evil spirits rushing to kill, biting bones and sucking blood.

There are beautiful women in spring, and they are also happy and angry.

It has innate spiritual roots and is full of aura.

There are innate spiritual treasures, and the treasures are dense.

Phantoms overlapped.

A group of big Luo Jinxians can't tell the truth from the fake at all.

Or die laughingly in the accumulation of innate spiritual treasures.

Or linger and forget to return and die among the beauties.

Or they regard each other as natural treasures and forcefully bite each other to death.

Patriarch Styx laughed triumphantly.

"Come on."