Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

The prehistoric world is in chaos, and few people can escape from it.

And in this ancient world, there is such a place. Since the beginning of the ancient world, no matter the war between the three clans or the conflict between the two lich clans, it has not been affected, and it has maintained a lifeless calm from beginning to end.

But this place is not a pure land, but a filthy place that no living thing likes to set foot on. It is the most terrible place in history and has no equal.

Netherworld, sea of ​​blood.

The existence of the Nether World is known to those with great supernatural powers, but it is just a dead and silent place, filled with the turbid air of the Netherworld, which is not liked by living beings, and ordinary living beings cannot survive in it.

Therefore, the Netherworld has been peaceful so far, and few people are willing to set foot in it.

The Netherworld is vast, but there are very few innate saints born in the Netherworld. The one whose name is known is the Styx that lives in the sea of ​​blood.

This innate saint rarely shows up in the wild, but no one dares to underestimate him.

Born in the sea of ​​​​blood, accompanied by two high-grade innate spiritual treasures, they are two killing swords dedicated to killing. One is Yuantu and the other is Abi. They are real killing weapons, and killing is independent of cause and effect. More than usual.

At the same time, Patriarch Styx's own cultivation is enough to rank among the top. He has a strange way. He relies on the boundless sea of ​​blood to sacrifice endless clones. He claims that the sea of ​​blood never dries up and the true spirit is immortal.

There may be some controversy as to who is the best at fighting in the world, but when it comes to the ability to save lives, no one can match Styx.

All those with great supernatural powers agreed that as long as the saint did not take action, no one in the world could completely kill Styx.

Moreover, even a saint might not be willing to take action against Styx.

In this regard, even Zhen Yuanzi, who is holding the book from the ground, cannot compare. After all, there will always be people who are eager to jump over the wall and ignore the threat of the book from the ground and fight to the death.

But facing the River of Styx and the Sea of ​​Blood, it is not enough to fight to the death.

Facing the book from the ground, it's not that I can't, but that I don't dare.

Facing the Sea of ​​Blood and the River Styx, he cannot, does not have the ability to kill the River Styx.

In the ancient world, when it came to the beings that were least willing to be provoked, Styx was definitely among the best.

Styx himself knows this, but he has never been an arrogant person. Even if he has the ability to be almost immortal, he is still cautious, guarding his own one-third of an acre of land, never going out to cause trouble, so that he does not Few people will forget it.

When Nuwa created humans and became saints, Styx followed suit and created the Shura clan, which brought life to the underworld.

When the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints of the West established their religion and became holy, they also followed suit and established the Shura Sect.

The Shura Clan is no better than the Human Clan, and Styx does not have as profound a knowledge of the Great Dao of Creation as Nuwa, and is more capable of making tricks.

But precisely because of the extremes, the Shura clan's strength is also extreme, and they are not weak now.

As the Shura clan grew, Ming He alone enjoyed the destiny of his clan and was also the ancestor of a religion.

Although the two imitations did not allow him to achieve the status of a saint, they did bring him a lot of heavenly merits. Now, Styx's own cultivation is better than most of the innate saints, and he is no longer close to the perfection of a quasi-sage. Far away.

Regarding the chaos in the ancient world, Styx has always looked on with a cold eye. Anyway, it will not affect him, and it does not concern him.

He is not a saint, but he is as detached as a saint. Are there others in the world?

Styx, who was enlightening and practicing in his cave as usual, opened his eyes on this day and looked beyond the sea of ​​blood, feeling a little surprised.

He sensed someone stepping into the sea of ​​blood, Hou Tu, one of the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu clan.

"Come again? Could it be that she found some opportunity in the Netherworld?" Ming He wondered secretly.

He clearly remembered that Tuzu Shaman came to this Netherworld not long ago, probably only ten or twenty thousand years ago.

He was curious as to why such a short period of time came back again.

Moreover, he is not completely ignorant of the situation in the ancient world. Now the war between the two clans of lich and demon is in full swing. After that, Tuzu Wubu went to the Buzhou Mountain Heaven Realm to beat Emperor Juntaiyi and others, and came to the Nether Realm to make trouble very?

Hou Tu can't be in the mood to travel around at this time. The Netherworld is not a good place for travel.

He didn't hesitate to come here despite the war between the two clans. What kind of opportunity must he have found to allow him to take such a risk?

Thinking of this, Ming He's heart moved slightly, and his figure disappeared, leaving the cave quietly. His figure and breath were hidden in the sea of ​​blood, and he quietly approached.

Not long after, a female figure was seen coming through the air above the blood sea. She seemed to be delicate, but she could easily cross the space without using any magic power. She relied solely on the power of her Tao body to ignore the space.

The person coming is Houtu, the ancestral witch, who else could it be?

Styx was hidden under the sea of ​​blood. He looked at Hou Tu, who was taking every step of the way. His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Tangtang was innately sacred, but he actually had the urge to raise his hands and rub his eyes. He suspected that he had seen it wrong.

"How is this possible! Why is this happening! Become a saint! The ancestral witch Houtu actually has the appearance of a saint! This kind of thing..."

Ming He couldn't believe it. Even if Emperor Jun or Tai Yi achieved the status of a saint, he would not be so shocked. He felt that it was expected after all.

But how could Houtu, one of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan, become a saint?

Under the way of heaven, there are countless saints. If the witch clan does not cultivate their soul, they have no chance of attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint.

In the eyes of many people with great supernatural powers, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are powerful, but they have no chance of being a saint from the beginning.

No one would ever think that ancestral shamans would attain enlightenment and become saints.

But what did he see?

Although Minghe himself did not clearly understand the way of a saint, he had seen the scene of Nuwa attaining sainthood, and had also seen Sanqing and Jie Yin Zhunti attaining enlightenment, so he would not be mistaken about that kind of aura.

Hou Tu has not really taken the final step of enlightenment and sanctification, but the aura vaguely permeating his body is clearly that of enlightenment and sanctification.

I was shocked, puzzled, and envious.

At the same time, he was also very curious. Why did Hou Tu come to this underworld when he already had the image of becoming a saint?

Is it possible that there is a chance of becoming a saint in the Netherworld?

After hesitating, Styx made no move after all. He felt that even the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't kill him.

But the witch clan are all stubborn, and their tempers are more irritable than the last, which will offend the backcountry. Maybe those witch clan will leave the demon clan alone and come to block him in the sea of ​​​​blood every day. Those guys may really do such a thing. Come.

Besides, Houtu himself is powerful enough.

At this moment, Styx was secretly in trouble. He had just been frightened by the aura of Houtu Saint. He accidentally revealed his own energy and was actually sensed by the other party.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the woman stopped and turned around to look.

Isn’t it said that ancestral witches are not good at sensing breath? After being accurately found where the hiding place was, Styx had no choice but to show up and bow his head.

"I am a poor Daoist, Styx. I have met my Taoist friend. I have no intention of prying. Please forgive me for any offense I may have caused."

Hou Tu looked at the River Styx, frowned, and then looked down at the endless sea of ​​blood below. In the sea of ​​blood, she sensed the souls of countless living beings drowning in it, too many to count.