Qingyu of the Great Desolation

(48)

Thousands of years have passed since the Golden Crow Incident

After that, the Yaozu didn't step into the prehistoric times, they concentrated on preparing for war, and the Wu clan had a rare tacit understanding. They also recharged their batteries and seldom set foot in the prehistoric times. After thousands of years, the human race finally recovered.

33 days away Zixiao Palace

"Yu'er, do you know why I called you here?"

Hongjun asked.

Qing Yu didn't answer immediately, but looked towards the prehistoric world.

"Master, souls are wandering everywhere in the prehistoric world, and they are full of resentment. I think it's something about the descendants of the ancestral witches."

Hongjun smiled and nodded.

"Sure enough, you know that you are much better than your three masters and uncles."

"Master, you are joking. It is only because of the convenience of future generations. Otherwise, you will not be as respected as Master and Uncle."

"That's it, I'll give you the heavenly book and this Hongmeng pen today, and you can help her!"

"Thank you sir"

Pangu's body transformed into all things, and also gave birth to countless living beings. For example, Emperor Jun Taiyi was born from the sun star transformed from Pangu's left eye, and Xihe was born from the lunar star.

In the north of this prehistoric region, there is a sea of ​​blood that stretches for thousands of miles. It was formed by Pangu's navel falling here, and a great power was bred from it, and he called himself the ancestor of Styx.Since Nuwa created human beings, she only felt that she also needed to create something, so she was born from the Asura clan in the sea of ​​blood.There are merits and virtues from heaven, but they are not the mainstream in the end, and merits cannot help them become holy.Stopped in the late quasi-sage.

On this day, Zuwu Houtu couldn't settle down in her heart, so she simply walked into the prehistoric wilderness.This look is surprising.

Ghosts are crying in the Fayan, and countless resentful spirits are wandering and wandering around the wilderness without a way out.

The Wu people don't have a soul, so they don't know the number of days. Although they feel what they want to do, they can't do anything about it.

Walking like this, you will swim to the sea of ​​blood.Facing the sea of ​​blood, Houtu's feeling was even stronger, but he couldn't think of it when he wandered in his mind.

"Ancestors, witches and queens are merciful"

"Master Qingyu, why are you here?"

"Things to Worry About You"

"The real person knows?"

"Of course I know, but whether to save these countless souls or not is up to you."

"How can I save them"

"Houtu, look at this human race, when one dies, one dies. If one dies, one will live. Wouldn't it be good?"

Houtu only felt the thoughts lingering in his mind jump out suddenly, facing the direction of Zixiao Palace, Houtu knelt down and bowed.

"The Taoist ancestor is above, the disciples can't bear the death of countless souls without peace, tired of their own limitations, and ask the Taoist ancestor for perfection"

"Guides are by your side"

Hou Tu was overjoyed, the person beside him was Qing Yu.The rest may not help, but he will.

"Master Qingyu, you are the manager of the prehistoric world, you will definitely help me"

"Hehe, what are you doing here without help? You can think clearly, it's still too late."

"I know that after today, there will be no witches in the land, but I know that after a thousand years, no one can survive the Lich War, and I also leave a way for the witches to retreat."

"Hou Tu Da Yi, wait for me to help you, just wait a moment" Qing Yu turned to face the sea of ​​blood, "Where is the Styx River?"

A figure emerged from the sea of ​​blood

"What is the prehistoric manager looking for?"

"You must have heard the conversation just now"

"Seriously, you two are talking on the sea of ​​blood, how can you hide it from the ancestor." Ming He looked at Houtu, "The ancestor witch of Houtu is indeed merciful, I can't compare to it."

"Styx doesn't need to be humble, I need your help in this matter"

"how?"

"Know Yourself Later"

Qing Yu pulled out a trace of Yuanshen and handed it over to Houtu.Houtu sits cross-legged on the spot, absorbing the primordial spirit.Houtu is Pangu's essence and blood, which is regarded as the body, Qingyu Yuanshen is Pangu Yuanshen, and the two merge together, and it will be no problem. A hundred years later, Houtu and Yuanshen will merge, and from then on, Houtu will no longer be a witch!

"My descendant of the witch clan, I can't bear the death of all things in the prehistoric and desolate, and now I set up a mansion. I would like to incarnate in the six realms of reincarnation and stay here forever. Hell, let's stand!"

A huge mansion stands on the sea of ​​blood.The figure of Houtu gradually disappeared, and he became the incarnation of the six realms of reincarnation and stood in the underworld "waiting for my fulfillment"

With one finger from Qingyu, eighteen levels of hell will be created under the underworld, punishing those who have committed many crimes.

Qing Yu threw out the Heavenly Book and the Hongmeng Brush, and there was a change in it, the letter was called the Book of Life and Death, and the Judge's Brush.

"My ancestor Minghe, grateful for the mercy of the later land, put the Asura clan I created in the underworld, and protected it well"

The way of heaven has a feeling, and it has descended countless merits, which are only slightly worse than the merits of creating humans.A vision descends from heaven, and celestial music plays in unison.

All things in the prehistoric world shouted for mercy from Empress Empress Dowager.

The merits are divided into three, and Styx has [-]% of the merits, and the quasi-sage is perfect.Qingyu pointed out the maze, took out the heavenly book and Hongmeng pen, and set up eighteen levels of hell.The remaining [-]% is obtained from the underworld, of which the underworld and the eighteen levels of hell get half of it, the asuras get one level, and the rest are all obtained by the Empress Pingxin who was transformed by Houtu.

The heaven and the earth are immortal, and the underworld will last forever.

Ancestral Witch Hall

The eleven ancestral witches wept bitterly

"Why is Houtu girl so stupid, she has the heart to leave her brothers behind."

"There will be no witches in the future, no more witches."

"Brother, Houtu girl is righteous, although we are reluctant to let her go, I will help her, don't blame her"

"How can you blame her? It's just that the girl can only stay in the underworld because of suffering."

"Father God incarnated the prehistoric world, so righteous, we must wait for the descendants to be inferior, my sister's move, I am proud of being a brother."

Not Zhou Tianting

"Haha, the empress is dead now, let's see how their formation is going, God help me too"

Tai Yi frowned and looked at Di Jun, with disappointment flashing across his eyes.Brother, power really hurts people so much, the oath we asked together is now completely forgotten.Forget it, I will help you in the final battle, and from now on, I will only spend time with him.

The prehistoric sages opened their eyes to look at the sea of ​​blood, and nodded in unison to show respect. Such righteousness deserves respect.