Mutation of the Wilderness: Pangu Brain

Kunlun Mountains.

Taishang, Yuanshi and Tongtian raised their heads and looked beyond the thirty-three heavens.

"He actually succeeded?"

Tai Shang said in shock.

He could feel a terrifying aura coming from far outside the prehistoric world, and this aura was very similar to Lei Chentian's.

Tai Shang never thought that Lei Chentian had a cultivation level that was no worse than his after just achieving enlightenment.

Tai Shang was able to evolve Lei Chentian’s cultivation level to be no worse than his own.

You have to know that after he became a saint, it took him more than 10,000 years to reach the first level of sainthood, but Lei Chentian reached the same level just after he attained enlightenment.

"The Golden Immortal of the Great Luo!"

Yuanshi was envious.

Although saints are good, they are immortal and indestructible, but they only reach the saint level.

But the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is different. He is free and can survive in the chaos even if the prehistoric world is destroyed.

Although the saints of the Heavenly Dao would not die if the ancient world was destroyed, they would not live long in the chaos.

“I really don’t know whether it is right or wrong to become a saint.”

Tongtian felt a little disappointed.

Although Daoist Patriarch Hongjun did not directly say that one cannot attain enlightenment without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Dao he spoke of has been proven countless times that attaining enlightenment to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is now a dead end.

After becoming a saint, Tongtian could also feel that the prehistoric world had a strong suppression on the practice of law.

Forget about proving the truth through the laws, even practicing cultivation would be difficult.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches can practice the laws, what they practice are the primordial laws passed down by Pangu, which is different from the laws of the Tao.

It was not long after Lei Chentian attained enlightenment.

Suddenly, a world of blood.

"I am the Styx, and today I declare the Great Desolation. I feel that the heaven and earth are not enough, so today I create the Asura clan to perfect the Great Desolation."

The majestic voice of the Styx resounded throughout the entire Netherworld and Sea of ​​Blood, and even reached the prehistoric world.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​blood boiled.

Blood-red divine light emanated from Minghe's hands. As the divine light fell on the sea of ​​blood and merged into the sacred land of life, it instantly enlightened thousands of people. Countless Asuras were born at this moment.

The Asura clan has ugly men and beautiful women.

The men are extremely ugly and look fierce, while the women are delicate, beautiful and full of unique charm.

The Styx created four great Asura kings, Deva, Devi, Mahabrahma, and Shiva. The four were born in the realm of Xuanxian. There were also 180,000 ordinary Asuras, whose cultivation levels ranged from the realm of immortals to the realm of celestial immortals.

As the second innate powerful being to create acquired races, the Asura clan was born with the evil spirit of heaven and earth. They are the most ferocious race in the world, and also an indispensable race in the world.

This is naturally a great merit. The Heavenly Dao of the ancient world immediately sensed it, and a huge amount of Heavenly Dao merit and a strange fragrance rolled towards the sea of ​​blood.

An unprecedented amount of heavenly merit gathered and fell towards the sea of ​​blood, like a huge and unfathomable funnel, wrapping the entire Styx in gold and baptizing it continuously.

Although the merits of the Styx are not as great as those of Nuwa in creating human beings, they are no less than those of the Three Pure Ones in establishing religions. On the contrary, they are somewhat greater.

As the voice of the Styx fell, merits and virtues fell like pillars, causing all creatures in the prehistoric world to go crazy.

"What's going on? The Styx Patriarch actually created a race?"

At this moment, all the gods in the ancient world were in an uproar. All the powerful gods set their eyes on the Styx, even the saints looked at the Styx.

Because they all wanted to know whether Minghe could become a saint without the Hongmeng purple energy. Minghe's aptitude was no worse than the Three Purities, and he had been practicing longer than the Three Purities. When the Three Purities were about to become saints, Tai Shang, who had the highest cultivation level, had reached the quasi-saint realm of the Three Corpses. Now Minghe has reached the sub-saint realm of the three corpses united into one.

With the three top-level innate spiritual treasures, Yuantu, Abi and Yehuo Honglian, and these three spiritual treasures are of the same origin as the Styx, the Styx successfully merged the three corpses.

Under the influence of immeasurable merits, Minghe felt refreshed and relaxed all over, as if he had returned to the womb. He was so happy that he was almost dying!

His cultivation level was also constantly rising. If the highest holy combat power of a supreme being was 2000 points, then the sub-saint was 200 points, the quasi-saint of the third heaven was 10 points, and at this time Minghe's holy combat power was 100 points.

Minghe's comprehension of the Three Corpses Law began to soar, while the power of merit was consumed rapidly.

The holy war power continued to increase, 200 points, 300 points, 400 points, 500 points...1000 points, 1200 points, 1500 points, 1700 points.

When it reaches 1900 points, the speed of Styx's improvement slows down.

"boom!"

Finally, a huge momentum broke out!

The holy fighting power of the Styx finally reached 2000 points, the limit of the holy fighting power.

At this moment, Minghe's body was transformed into a holy body of merit, and his blood turned into holy blood, flowing with a light golden color.

A drop of a saint's blood is heavier than millions of mountains, and if it falls into a puddle it can form a long river.

Although his cultivation had increased dozens of times, Minghe did not look too happy, because he found that he had not yet become a saint, although his Heavenly Merits had not yet been used up.

But it no longer had any effect on his cultivation, as his body had become immune to the power of merit.

"Could it be that without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, it is really impossible to attain enlightenment?"

Styx said to himself.

Although he felt that with just a wave of his hand and a thought, he could collapse a mountain as huge as a million!

Every word, every action, every move is in accordance with the destiny.

But his power is still far from that of a saint.

In the ancient world, the sky was in chaos, strange phenomena appeared, purple air came from the east for ten thousand miles, and the world was filled with an atmosphere of incomparable joy.

And the Way of Heaven also celebrates the birth of the first great man in the world!

Although Lei Chentian is also a sage, he is at the fifth level of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal. He is not a sage, but his realm is equivalent to that of a sage.

It can be said that Minghe is the first great man in the ancient world.

Although Zhunti was stuck at the Supreme Man realm when he was becoming a saint, it can be said that he already had one foot in the Saint realm, and his cultivation had surpassed the Supreme Man. At most, he could be considered a Semi-Saint rather than a Supreme Man.

In the entire prehistoric world, all living beings, except those below the quasi-saint level, were in an uproar. They also believed that a new saint had been born!

But only those who are at the quasi-saint level and above can feel that although Minghe has attained enlightenment, he has definitely not become a saint, because even the weakest merit saint Zhunti is more powerful than Minghe.

They felt invincible when facing the saint, and they couldn't even muster the will to resist. However, although the Styx gave them the same feeling of being powerful, they did not feel that way.

But although the Styx was not sanctified, it also provided these gods with another path.

"If you can create an acquired race, you can gain so much merit. Doesn't that mean I can do it, too?"

A quasi-saint thought to himself.

Below the saints are ants.

In their minds, if one can reach the level of Styx, although not as good as a saint, there is no longer a huge gap between them and being an ant.

“Creating a race?

Create a race?

Merit! A huge amount of merit! How about I give it a try too?"

"Has Minghe attained enlightenment? No, it seems not.