At this moment, Houtu Ancestor Wu had stopped paying attention to Zhou Chen, and her gaze had even moved away from the bodies of those dead souls.

Looking at the desolate land, at the location of the Wu tribe, and at the increasingly fierce aura of calamity between heaven and earth, the face of the Houtu Ancestor Wu was full of reluctance and sorrow.

If it is to incarnate into the six realms of reincarnation, then from today onwards, there will be no more existence in the Pangu Clan's descendant land between this desolate heaven and earth.

However, now that it coincides with the Lich War, Houtuzu's move has undoubtedly weakened the overall strength of the Wu clan out of thin air.

This is a very difficult choice for Houtu Ancestor Wu.

On the one hand, it is the future of the Wu clan, and on the other hand, it is to replace his father God to perfect the desolate world.

But after a blink of an eye, all the sorrow and reluctance turned into a determined look.

As a descendant of the Pangu clan, it is the duty of the Houtu ancestor to make up for the defects between the desolate world and the desolation.

Looking at the Houtu Ancestor Witch with an increasingly calm and firm expression, Zhou Chen couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and a trace of unbearable look flashed in his eyes.

Knowing the future of Zhou Chen, he was not as pessimistic as Hou Tu Zu Wu.

Because he knew very well in his heart that although the Houtu Ancestor Wu had incarnated into six reincarnations, she had not died and fallen.

With the blessing of the will of the Heavenly Dao, the primordial spirit of the Houtu Ancestor Witch was preserved, and at the same time, it was promoted to the realm of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

It's just that the Houtu Ancestor Witch will be banned and sealed within the six realms of reincarnation, and he will not be born for an infinite amount of eons.

Quietly staring at the desolate land for a long time, Hou Tu Ancestor Wu looked directly at Zhou Chen, and said slowly: "I want to go to the Netherworld Blood Sea to evolve the six reincarnations, and Daoist friends are willing to go with me?!" ”

At this moment, on the face of Houtu Ancestor Wu, there is no trace of nostalgia.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Zhou Chen sighed slightly in his heart, he admired Hou Tu Zu Wu's decision very much, but his expression did not show any hint on it.

Because Zhou Chen knew that what Houtu Ancestor Wu needed was not pity and sympathy.

Immediately, Zhou Chen urged the Golden Wheel of Merit to the extreme, dragging tens of billions of souls, and accompanied Hou Tu Zu Wu to march towards the Netherworld Blood Sea together.

Along the way, Zhou Chen and Houtu Zuwu did not delay or pause at all.

In addition, the two of them were at least the cultivation realm of the peak of Da Luo Jin Immortal, so their speed was naturally very fast.

Only a few years have passed, and Zhou Chen and Houtu Ancestor Wu have come to this gathering place of the souls of the desolate world, the Netherworld Blood Sea that evolved from the filthy blood at the navel of the Pangu God.

In the scarlet ocean as far as the eye can see, from time to time, clumps of bubbles boil out, and the rich smell of blood and stench comes to the face.

Even the clouds in the sky were stained blood-red by the scarlet ocean.

As far as the eye can see, no matter what it is, there is only this one color.

This is an ocean that is completely made up of blood, and even the primordial gods of the Zhou Chen Daluo Golden Immortal Realm cannot detect the edge of this Netherworld Blood Sea.

"Houtu, Zhou Chen, you two came to my Netherworld Blood Sea, what is the so-called matter?!"

When Zhou Chen and Hou Tu Ancestor Wu had just come to the Netherworld Blood Sea, an emotionless voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterward, I saw a pair of huge scarlet vertical pupils with hundreds of feet in size, slowly condensing from the sea of blood.

"Zhou Chen, a disciple of the Sect, has seen the predecessors of the River Styx."

Zhou Chen bowed slightly, and there was no fear on his face.

"Why, since you know the name of Old Ancestor Wu, why do you dare to come to my Netherworld Blood Sea?!"

The pair of vertical pupils looked Zhou Chen up and down, and then let out a sad smile: "But for the sake of you sending so many dead souls for me, Old Ancestor Wu will not worry about you, a junior." ”

The greedy thoughts in the voice of the Styx Ancestor were not concealed in the slightest, although there were many souls gathered in the sea of netherworld blood.

However, these souls contain boundless karma, and they cannot be directly transformed into the Shura clan.

It needs to be used to kill karma through the karmic fire red lotus in the hands of the Styx Ancestor before it can be used to give birth to the Shura clan.

However, since the tens of billions of revenant souls brought by Zhou Chen are completely different, the soul power of these revenant souls is extremely pure, and the karma entangled in their bodies has been purified by Zhou Chen with the golden light of merit.

With these hundreds of dead souls, the Shura clan of the Styx Ancestor grew countless times in an instant.

At that time, among the Shura clan, it may even be possible to give birth to several Shura Kings in the realm of Daluo Golden Immortals in one fell swoop.

Feeling the undisguised greedy thoughts of the Styx Ancestor, Zhou Chen didn't have the slightest worry or fear, and he even wanted to laugh twice.

Although this Styx Ancestor's idea was good, he was destined to be unsatisfied.

The Later Earth Ancestor Witch evolved the six realms of reincarnation in the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is a predestined thing of the Heavenly Dao, and there can be no change in the slightest.

If the Styx Ancestor dared to intervene in this, the Heavenly Dao would probably directly rain down the most terrifying Zixiao Divine Thunder to kill the Styx Ancestor on the spot.

"Styx, I want to derive the six reincarnations here, and I will use it for the purpose of using the Sea of Blood from your Netherworld."

Just when Zhou Chen was staring at the pair of vertical pupils for a long time, Houtu Ancestor Wu directly said the purpose of her trip.

After the words from the mouth of the Houtu Ancestor Wu fell, the entire Netherworld Blood Sea suddenly calmed down, and even the waves gradually passed away.

"Six reincarnations?! Borrow my Netherworld Blood Sea for a purpose?! ”

However, after a moment passed, a wanton and arrogant laughter resounded over the entire Netherworld Blood Sea: "Boom! Houtu, do you know what you're talking about?! ”

The pair of vertical pupils stared at the Houtu Ancestor Witch, and the boundless terrifying killing intent began to spread out of it.

What the six realms of reincarnation were, this Styx Ancestor didn't know, but the voice of the Hou Tu Ancestor Wu made him deeply amused.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea is the place where I was born, how can I allow outsiders to touch my fingers? Didn't you think that my Styx was easy to bully?! ”

Faced with the questioning of the Styx Ancestor, the Houtu Ancestor Wu didn't care at all, she smiled faintly, and said out loud without doubt: "Styx, I don't mean to discuss with you!" ”

"Whoa!"

In the next moment, above this incomparably dead sea of blood, earth-shattering waves began to surge.

Those huge vertical pupils have disappeared at some point.

In his place was a man bathed in a sea of blood with a grim face.

He held two sharp swords in his arms, stepped on a blood-red lotus platform, and was staring coldly at Houtu Ancestor Wu and Zhou Chen.