Hearing that Rahu wanted to help him repair the three corpses that had collapsed.

Hongjun's first reaction was vigilance.

The reason he couldn't calm down was that he didn't trust Rahu at all.

If he said that he would cooperate with Rahu to target the Immortal Daoist, he would be willing to agree.

Because Hongjun has no choice other than this choice, he has no choice to find a winning side from the Immortal Dao people.

But let the previous enemy of life help him recover the three corpses.

Hongjun couldn't let go of the mustard in his heart, and he couldn't trust Rahu.

Luo Hu was simple in his words, and sneered: "I have been transformed by the innate essence of many gods and demons, and the most important thing is mana. ”

As he spoke, the black qi rolled up, and it seemed to open the chaos.

In the boundless magma, an esoteric realm emerges and opens up space.

Several incomparably huge corpses of gods and demons fell out of the passage.

"This is the innate god and demon corpse of the three quasi-step Daluo, containing majestic essence, you need to refine them, you can restore your three corpses, I have brought you something, whether you want to refine it or not, it is all up to you, I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore."

Say that.

The billowing black gas disappeared into the magma silently.

"When it's time to make a move against the Immortal Daoist, the deity will contact you."

These were the last words left by Rahu when he left.

Above the sea of magma and fire, Hongjun looked at the corpses of gods and demons the size of the three mountains.

They fell into the flames, and their flesh and blood bodies were so powerful that even the magma that could burn through the space was helpless, and they retreated outside their texture.

These three gods and demons all have chaotic air currents lingering on their bodies, and even if they have been dead for tens of thousands of years, they will not change their powerful physique at all.

The last thing that Rahu lacks is the flesh and blood of gods and demons, but he simply doesn't have so much time to refine these many gods and demons into his own mana, what he wants is a more supreme pursuit, refining the entire desolation.

Looking at these three corpses, Hongjun did not act for a long time.

If Luo Hu was doing his hands and feet in the corpse, it would be impossible not to notice it with the Hongjun of the Creation Jade Disc and the Pangu Dao Fruit in his body.

But he hesitated.

For a long time, he didn't move.

…………

Not around the mountains.

It's been a few years.

The Terrans began to multiply on the Buzhou Mountains.

They have rapidly evolved from an ignorant race born into a group of creatures with great potential who know how to hunt, build, and write.

"Terran, it's unbelievable!"

On Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa and Fuxi sighed.

When the human race was not born, they had expected it, but they were disappointed to see that the race created by the immortal with the spirit of Pangu was actually such an ignorant group of creatures.

As a result, within a few years, they had deeply sensed the potential of this race created by the Immortal Dao people.

The main reason is that there are eight extremely extraordinary people among the human race, who are leading the human race away from Ru Mao and drinking blood, overcoming thorns and thorns in this Buzhou Mountain, making the growth of the human race extremely fast.

They led their people to build houses, taught them how to hunt, how to use fire, and most rapidly developed the writing among them, which was created for one of the eight.

With the written Terrans, progress is even more rapid.

The Terrans began to practice.

Within a few years, the eight most powerful people in the human race had been able to fly to the sky.

Among the Terrans, they also have honorific titles.

Among the first generation of Terran ancestors, they built a temple to worship these eight leaders who led them to rapid growth.

But the one who has a more transcendent status in the temple certainly belongs to the ancestor who created the human race.

The ancestor is immortal.

The Immortal Dao people were also relieved to watch the human race continue to multiply and grow on Buzhou Mountain.

Now that the Flood Race has been born, he will continue to start the next plan.

A few years in between.

Although the Terrans have grown rapidly and given birth to many newborn babies, more of them are still the corpses of the Terrans who have been killed and injured countless times on the Buzhou Mountain.

The corpses of these human beings melted into the soil after they died, but their souls wandered in the wilderness, with no fixed place.

"It's time to open up the land of reincarnation."

The Immortal Daoist stood on the mountainside, and two clouds of black qi appeared in front of him.

It's that kind of particularly primitive black, with a deep breath, enveloping two objects.

Since he first arrived in the flood wilderness, because of the guidance of luck on his body, he obtained the book of life and death of the reincarnation treasure.

That is, the book of man, which has already explained the relationship between this treasure and the human race.

It is precisely because of the reincarnation in the world that the reproduction of the human race can be faster, because the dead creatures will be able to reincarnate in the human race, and as long as the soul does not disperse, they can be reincarnated in the human race for eternity.

The cycle of life and death is like a wheel that keeps turning.

If this place is born, the concept of true death will disappear from this world.

With reincarnation, when a person dies, he or she is just one person who has changed from one person to another.

"Huhuhu~"

The immortal Taoist stepped on the water of the river of time and space, and he had already left Buzhou Mountain.

According to the myth of the Flood, the land of reincarnation was born in the sea of blood.

He went to see if this place was in line with myths and legends, and it was the most suitable place for the creation of the land of reincarnation.

Northwest of the Flood Wilderness.

A blood-colored ocean, endless waves rise and fall, as if connected with the sky, reflecting each other, turning the sky here into blood red.

Especially the fishy smell that permeates the air, so real.

This is the sea of blood.

The blood pool on Mount Meru can also be called a sea of blood, but compared to this real sea of blood, it is really a small thing.

After coming to the Sea of Blood, the Immortal Dao people immediately felt the countless unjust souls on the Sea of Blood.

He finally understood why the land of reincarnation was incarnated here in the myth of the Flood Wilderness.

It's a place that naturally attracts cloudy aura.

"Therefore, according to legend, the sea of blood is transformed by the Yin Yuan of Pangu, and it is the most unclean......"

The Immortal Daoist muttered to himself.

Since it is yin blood, it is naturally the most attractive to the soul of yin.

This time.

The Immortal Daoist's heavenly eyes flickered, and an arc of electricity flashed, and he said indifferently: "Do you really think that the poor Dao doesn't know that you are under the sea, and you think you can hide and not come out?" ”

As soon as this statement came out.

Heaven and earth were shaken by a great sound, and the sea of blood stirred up great waves.

Countless souls are like candles in the wind, extinguished in the sea.

And under the sea of blood, at the end of the black and red dirty blood, a gray-robed Taoist looked frightened, and the two swords behind him trembled, not daring to act rashly.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The River Styx emerged from the sea of blood, cold all over.

How could he not know the origin of this person who came to the sea of blood.

First suppressed Rahu, and then fought Hongjun, the gods and demons of the flood wilderness were all shocked by his strength, and now they have come to their own sea of blood.

"How about giving this place to the poor road?"

The Immortal Daoist looked at the River Styx and spoke softly.

As soon as he heard this, Styx immediately trembled in his heart, but he was angry and afraid.

The Sea of Blood is where he was born.

He can almost be regarded as the consciousness incarnation of the sea of blood.

The sea of blood is not only his home, but also his body.

Now that this first god and demon of the Flood Desolation has come here, he has opened his mouth to ask him to let out the sea of blood.

Styx's heart was filled with anger and fear.

He didn't know how to reply.

The Immortal Daoist looked at the Styx and said in a flat tone: "I know you are not convinced, but you know that the so-called strength is the truth, if you can wrestle with the poor Dao, it will not be the way it is now." ”

The Styx Daoist said angrily in a trembling voice: "If the poor Dao had strength, it would naturally not be like this. ”

The Immortal Daoist was thoughtful and said, "Actually, there is not much difference, at that time, the Poor Dao will first subdue you, and then say the same thing to you." ”

At this point, Styx's heart was already trembling.

He really wanted to say it hard, even if he was not strong enough, it was impossible to obediently let the Blood Sea go, unless he was refined to death.

However, the immortal Daoist standing in front of him was like the incomparably tall Buzhou Mountain, even though his face was calm, it made Styx feel the pressure of mountains and seas in his heart, and he was almost unable to breathe because of the invisible shock, and he was terrified to the extreme.

This is the shadow of the tree of man's name.

Luo Hu and Hongjun were all beaten miserably by the people in front of them, not to mention that he was a junior in the sea of blood.

"Styx farewell."