When Zhang Yuan returned home, it was already dark and his parents had already gone out. Some dealers in the field can be harvested now, but I think it has always been a habit, and this time the parents still did not call Zhang Yuan together.

Qin Siyu stayed awake all night, sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed and waiting for Zhang Yuan to come back. After Zhang Yuan entered the house, Qin Siyu breathed a sigh of relief and fell towards the bed behind him.

Zhang Yuan tossed all night, and he was also a little tired, lying down behind Qin Siyu, his hand naturally wrapped around Qin Siyu's waist, but his heart was calm without any waves.

Not long after lying down, a guest came to the house, a guest that Zhang Yuan didn't want to face, Yang Xiaoya.

"Zhang Yuan, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Zhang Yuan didn't see any change on his face, for Zhang Yuan, who had lost his emotions, Yang Xiaoya was just a name, and there was no other meaning.

Yang Xiaoya stayed for a short time, and soon left, she originally came to see Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan was expressionless all the time, and he didn't say a word, but Qin Siyu was a lot more enthusiastic, Yang Xiaoya couldn't stand such a blow, so she chose to leave.

Leaving Zhang Yuan's village, the more Yang Xiaoya thought about it, the more wrong it became, even if Zhang Yuan fell in love with Qin Siyu after he left, but he didn't need to treat himself like this, as if he was a stranger, thinking of this, Yang Xiaoya dialed his eldest brother's phone.

"Ya'er, it's going to S Province, go home quickly, your parents are waiting for you. ”

Rolling her eyes, Yang Xiaoya hated his preaching the most, and she was educated every time she called, as if she would always be a child.

"Brother, haven't you dealt with the Seventy-Fourth Bureau, you help me check Qin Siyu, Zhang Yuan seems to be controlled by her, and now he seems to be a walking corpse without his own soul. ”

After Yang Xiaoya left, Zhang Yuan returned to the bedroom and connected with the ancestral witch Houtu, now that the battle of the lich is not long before the final battle, it is time for him to collect his own merits.

"Houtu Ancestor Witch, how are you doing?"

At the door of the Ancestral Witch Palace, Houtu stared at the sky in a daze, with a faint sadness in his eyes.

"Can you feel them? I wonder where they're going?"

Houtu's question made Zhang Yuan a little confused, who are they, the war is about to break out, shouldn't Houtu go to the sea of blood at this time, how can he be sad here, it seems that he needs to remind her.

Just as he was about to be reminded, Zhang Yuan suddenly realized that he finally knew what he was talking about, the wheel of fate had not stopped moving forward, and the mission of Houtu had begun.

"Why don't you chase it and see off the clansmen. Zhang Yuan didn't say it explicitly, since he knew that the mission of Houtu had begun, then he would follow history.

Hou Tu suddenly got up, gave Zhang Yuan a grateful look, and followed the feeling and flew into the distance.

Zhang Yuan flew forward after Houtu, and only after half an hour did he see a blood-red sea in the distance.

"Netherworld Blood Sea?

To say that the origin of this Netherworld Blood Sea is also very large, it is the navel of the Pangu God, and it is a place where the inherently strong and filthy qi accumulates, absorbing all the heaven and earth qi between heaven and earth, and the soul is also attracted by this.

Although Zhang Yuan knew that this Netherworld Blood Sea was to absorb souls, he couldn't see this soul, and he was a little amused by Houtu's behavior of looking at the sky and the sea for a while.

"After death, the soul will still be infested by this filthy breath, should we living people do something?" Zhang Yuan reminded again.

After listening to Zhang Yuan's reminder, Houtu showed his body, Houtu had a snake tail on his head, seven arms on his back, two hands on his abdomen, and two snakes in his hands.

Houtu jumped directly into the Netherworld Blood Sea, spreading the energy in his body to the strongest, and the surrounding blood sea began to transpire violently as if hot oil met water, and the soul in it finally asked for the restraint of the blood sea, turning into a little light and emitting between heaven and earth.

The transcendent soul of Houtu who went back and forth in the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the originally calm sea of blood rose under the toss of Houtu, which made the Styx Ancestor who was cultivating at the bottom of the sea annoyed.

"Oh, where did you get a wild baby, who dared to spread wild in front of this ancestor. "The Styx Ancestor is not a Houtu who does not recognize, the two of them listened to the sermon in front of the Zixiao Hall together, how can they not understand the reason, and they are all angry when they speak like this.

The Houtu Ancestral Witch is also the power of the Flood Desolate Continent, and the Ancestral Witch itself has a fiery temper, how can it be preached like this.

"Who am I, it turns out that the River Styx is detaining the soul again, quickly release the soul of my witch clan, otherwise I will steam up your sea of blood. ”

Before the words fell, Houtu took the lead, and the Teng snake in his hand was used as a whip, and the whip did not leave the vital point of the ancestor of the Styx.

The Styx Ancestor used a two-handed sword, blocking left and kicking right, obviously this method is not as good as the benefit of the ancestral witch, thinking about the great powers of this desolation, the ancestral witch is one of the best.

Close combat with Houtu is not conducive to playing to his strengths, the Styx Ancestor quickly retreated, and the distance from the Houtu, the two-handed sword itself surrounded the body of the body, the magic seal in his hand changed rapidly, and the sea of blood changed with the transformation of the law seal, and the entire sea of blood was accumulating towards the Styx ancestor, and finally condensed into a blood-colored giant, with infinite power in every punch and kick.

Houtu and the blood-colored giant punched each other, obviously inferior to the strength of the blood-colored giant, and the power of one punch actually blasted Houtu 10,000 meters away.

Houtu couldn't believe it, but he was afraid that this was the first time that Zuwu had lost in strength. Wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Houtu became angry, relying on the agitation of emotions to enhance his strength, and with a roar to the sky, Houtu's body also began to swell visibly, the head rope behind his head naturally collapsed, his hair fluttered in the air with the wind, and the expression on his face was hideous and terrifying.

Eventually, Houtu's body swelled to the size of the Scarlet Giant. Burying the anger, his expression calmed down, he took a deep breath and sank into the dantian, and gathered the strength of his whole body to hit the blood-colored giant again, the angry ancestor was quite terrifying, and the strength was amazing, the blood-colored giant was bombarded into a sea of blood by the earth, and countless points of light scattered away, but the ancestor of the Styx River seemed to have not been harmed, and was still suspended in place.

"Houtu, the power of the sea of blood needs you to go all out, I advise you to retreat early, the sea of blood is endless, my strength is not enough, you can repulse once, so what about a hundred times and a thousand times?"

After Houtu bombarded his strongest strength, he turned into a delicate appearance again, panting and recovering on the side, his strongest strength was confident in himself, and he didn't believe that the Styx Ancestor had no loss.

As if knowing Houtu's thoughts, the Styx Ancestor Dharma Seal changed again, and the sea of blood began to gather again. The reappearance of the Scarlet Giant finally made the Houtu change color, and he watched with hatred as the Styx Ancestor withdrew from the range of the Blood Sea.

The Styx Ancestor didn't take too much care of people, and after seeing Houtu withdraw from the sea of blood, his body sank into the sea of blood, and soon lost his trace, but after a while, a bewitching woman surfaced on the surface of the sea, watching Houtu from a distance.

Zhang Yuan only knew that the underworld was related to Houtu, but he didn't know how Houtu built the underground, and at this time, Zhang Yuan didn't know how to comfort the lost Houtu.

What Zhang Yuan knows, Houtu established the underworld, and he incarnated as Meng Po to silently guard by the Naihe Bridge, and Zhang Yuan really doesn't know the origin of the specific underworld.

However, Zhang Yuan knew that although he didn't know, the wheel of history would not shift, and he only needed to be properly reminded, and the rest of the future soil would be solved by himself.

"The war is not over yet, I don't know how many souls will be detained by this sea of blood, if only they could be reincarnated, the detention attachment period would be good. Zhang Yuan reminded again.

"What? What do you say? reincarnation?"

Zhang Yuan's reminder made Houtu fall into contemplation, at this time Houtu finally understood his mission, but if he achieved reincarnation, where would the Wu clan go, Houtu's heart was confused, and he wanted to leave regardless of this soul thing, but he remembered what Zhang Yuan had said to himself.

'Houtu Ancestor Witch, I'm just optimistic about you alone, not all Ancestor Witches!' Such obvious words, how could it be difficult for me to understand, Zhang Yuan and Dao Ancestor Hongjun are too close, I think this is also the meaning of Dao Ancestor, could it be that Heavenly Dao Xing Demon, my eleven elder brothers are destined to fall?

Hou Tu didn't dare to continue to think deeply, turned his head and looked directly at the contract bead and said, "Zhang Yuan, I asked you, and you answered seriously." What do you think of the Lich War?"

Zhang Yuan didn't know why Houtu thought of the Lich Dispute at this time, but he had to answer well, and he had to implicate himself in the matter of the underworld, he had been greedy for the merits of Houtu for a long time, and if his Sanbao Jade Ruyi continued to absorb merit, whether he would be promoted to congenital the day after tomorrow, it was not impossible.

"Houtu Ancestral Witch, after the father opened the heavens, he has always been in charge of the heavens and the earth, the two clans are constantly fighting, and they have a huge impact on the heavens and the earth, and there is no magic weapon to suppress luck, it is only a matter of time before the curtain retreats, and the ancestors need to think about the shelter in advance. ”

"I see!"

The always strong Houtu Ancestor Wu actually cried, but he didn't know whether it was for his fate or the future of the Wu clan, he gave up his mana protection and walked towards the sea of blood step by step, letting the filthy qi in the sea of blood erode his body.

"After the father god Pangu opened the sky, he incarnated into a flood of famine, but the manpower is sometimes exhausted, and my Houtu uses the bloodline of Pangu to inherit and make up for the lack of the father god of the desolation, incarnate into reincarnation, condense the place where the yin spirit dwells, and come out of the underworld!"

The words of Houtu echoed between heaven and earth, and where the human race of the flood and desolation gathered, all the human races knelt down and saluted to thank Houtu Niangniang for his great merits.

Looking at the gray mist churning in front of him, the underworld appeared in front of him, and Zhang Yuan was also shocked by the scenery in front of him, but he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

After the underworld was completely formed, when merit fell from the sky, Zhang Yuan remembered that he had not negotiated the distribution of merit with Houtu, but the rich merit in front of him passed by him.

The Wu clan has always only cultivated the body and not the soul, after the reincarnation of the Hou Tu body, the remnant soul is very weak, and it will dissipate between heaven and earth at any time, but after the light of merit surrounds the soul of Hou Tu, the soul of Hou Tu has risen instantly, and in a blink of an eye, it has swelled from a small point of light into a white-haired old woman, such a strong soul, if the body of Hou Tu is still there, it is the birth of another saint.

Two snakes flew out of the old woman's side, and after reaching the edge of the underworld, the body extended to the long, and the snake head signaled that Houtu's soul was about to leave, but Houtu turned around and walked into the thick fog, and soon a very long road appeared, thinking that this was the Huangquan Road.

Mo Dao Huangquan is cold, just wait for a lover, but stop by the bridge, don't think about the past.