The sun was really burning brightly, and then it was extinguished, and all beings in heaven and earth looked at it, and there was no scum left, even the saints thought that Styx was dead, and they guessed: "Styx should know the power of heaven and earth, how can he swear like that?"

Everyone thought that it was the fulfillment of the oath of the River Styx, and it was the report of the present world, and being burned to death by the fire was not a good death, Zhen Yuanzi looked at the calm sea of blood blankly, and then looked at the gourd in his hand, and sighed.

Zhen Yuanzi said: "Brother Hongyun Dao, you Zhenyuan is incompetent, you failed to avenge you, your body is gone, and there is only such a gourd left, and the poor Dao will bury it in the Huoyun Cave, which can be regarded as building a mound for you." ”

"As for Hongmeng Purple Qi. Zhen Yuanzi looked at the fate of the Styx, and then looked at the ugly face of Emperor Jun Taiyi, sighed and said: "Don't do it, Hongmeng purple qi is a huge treasure, danshi I can't wait for it, don't do it." ”

Zhen Yuanzi was about to leave, when he suddenly saw countless Asura clans in the sea of blood crying bitterly, and he felt a feeling, and said to the Asura clan: "Styx Dao friends have lived in the sea of blood for a long time, do not leave the cave, do not touch cause and effect, although greedy for Hongmeng purple qi, Danshi is the Red Cloud Dao brother and the Styx Dao friend today, if it wasn't for the Red Cloud Dao brother to lead Kunpeng here, this kind of thing would not have happened." ”

He said to the Asura clan: "If there is any difficulty in the future, you can go to the Five Villages of Wanshou Mountain to look for me, and the poor path should help you, which can be regarded as repaying the cause and effect." ”

Alas! Zhen Yuanzi sighed and turned to leave. Suddenly, the sea of blood rolled, and the monstrous waves covered the sky, Long Daozi of the White Jade Tower of Yujing Mountain originally thought that history had changed, and the River Styx had fallen, and he didn't want the long river of fate to suddenly roll over. The Flood Desolation Saint and the Great Power all sensed it, and Emperor Juntai stepped aside with a serious expression.

"Ha Lu Ha ......" An arrogant laugh, the entire sea of blood shook, the sea of blood was connected into a line, and countless mysterious avenue words appeared, each word was blood-red, a total of three thousand, each word revealed the artistic conception of the killing road, and the three thousand avenue words connected the sea of blood.

The Great Dao Heavenly Sound was sung, and every word became a Styx, and the three thousand Styx looked at each other and turned into one, and then into forty-eight thousand Styx, and then into one, and the last countless Styxes turned into one.

Bai Yulou's Long Daozi's eyes lit up, he looked at it without blinking, and said in his mouth: ""Blood Nerve, the Avenue of Killing, the Avenue of Blood, and the Way of Doppelganger, the Holy Way of the River Styx - "Blood Nerve". ”

Of course, the six women beside Shen Long have seen the Styx, and they are all somewhat familiar with the sermon three times in Zixiao Palace, unless they are those who are unwilling to be seen, just like Xihe is unwilling to let Di Jun find out, and deliberately hides his figure, Di Jun will not be able to find out.

The six girls are not a taste in every way, the Styx back then was not as good as theirs, and Danshi They understood that it was not so easy to cut off themselves, Long Daozi glanced at them, and then said indifferently: "You are not worse than him, but the opportunity has not come." ”

All the women are great wisdom, and after listening to Long Daozi's words, they are no longer entangled. Su Tianxiang looked at Long Daozi and said, "Long Daozi, you are very excited, what is the matter?"

Long Daozi did not answer, a picture scroll unfolded above his head, this is the treasure of his enlightenment, but also the sustenance of self-obsession, he looked at the sea of blood through fate, observed the blood nerve of the River Styx, the picture scroll above his head emitted a divine light, reflecting the blood nerve, a blood dragon appeared in Long Daozi's picture scroll, Long Daozi consumed a lot, closed his eyes and breathed, the six women looked shocked, looked at each other, and then silently withdrew.

The women pondered how the scroll was refined. It's not the first time they've seen it, the last time Long Daozi used the scroll to collect the text of the two lich clans, and they just saw that there was a starry dragon in the scroll, an earthy yellow earth dragon, plus this blood dragon, a total of three dragons. ...,

The six women looked at each other, but they didn't get an answer, they had just seen the corpse of the River Styx, and they were struck, and one by one they went into the dojo to retreat again—

Speaking of the River Styx, countless incarnations merged into one, re-incarnating into the River Styx deity, he laughed wildly, and said to Emperor Jun: "Thank you Emperor Jun, if it weren't for His Majesty burning my true body, the poor road would not be able ......to break through?

Di Jun's face was pale, and he said in a cold voice: "This emperor can burn you to death once, then he can burn you to death a second time, the sun is really hot, and the real flame is connected." ”

"Burning, burning, melting, calcining, refining, dissipating......"

Di Jun's old trick was repeated, leading the endless sun true fire to fall, forming a sea of fire, burning the sea of blood, burning the soul, and the River Styx was burned again, but then on the side of the sea of blood, in the area where the sea of fire could not be burned, the true body of the River Styx appeared again, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled and said: "Di Jun, don't waste your efforts, the blood nerves of the poor Dao, there are 48,000 blood gods, countless blood god sons, all of them are the doppelgangers of the poor Dao, how much can you burn?"

Zhen Yuanzi was originally about to leave, but when he saw the change in the sea of blood, he was overjoyed to see that Styx was still alive, and asked Styx: "Styx Daoist, you zhende is not dead, so Daoist friend Zhende didn't take away Hongmeng purple qi?"

Just now, Zhen Yuanzi took care of the Asura clan, and Styx had a good impression of Zhen Yuanzi, and said politely to Zhen Yuanzi: "Brother Zhenyuan Dao, when Poor Dao picked up the gourd, he didn't see anything, and Poor Dao can swear." ”

Zhenyuan hurriedly said: "No, no, don't swear by Daoyou, Poor Daoist believes that Daoist friends have seen the remnant soul of Brother Hongyun Dao, if there is, they can also give Brother Hongyun Dao to turn around in reincarnation in the future." ”

Styx shook his head and said: "That's not true, when Poor Dao got the gourd, Yijing was an ownerless thing, even if there was, it was probably polluted by the sea of blood." ”

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, said goodbye, and left lonely, Zhen Yuanzi took the gourd, and no monk went up to snatch it, this honest man beat Kunpeng into a character who was seriously injured and hid in the North Underworld.

As soon as Zhen Yuan left, Di Jun and Tai Yi glanced at each other, and at the same time changed the real body of the Golden Crow, and two suns suddenly appeared in the sky, wanting to burn the Styx together, and today the Styx Yijing lost Di Jun's face, the Styx is not dead, his heart is not happy, and the thoughts as the saying goes, are not accessible.

Styx shouted, and the immeasurable sea of blood behind him was puffed up, and it was instantly poured on the golden crow, extinguishing half of the golden crow flames, and the Styx said with a smile: "This sea of blood is connected with me, the sea of blood is not dry, the river Styx is not extinguished, how much blood can you burn, I'm afraid you didn't burn the sea of blood, you turned into a part of the sea of blood." ”

Di Jun's face turned pale, and he said to Taiyi: "Go, Styx, today's cause and effect power should be recorded, and our demon court will come to learn again in the future." ”

Styx watched Emperor Juntai fly away, his face was gloomy, and he snorted coldly, and then said: "I don't know what to say, Poor Dao is waiting for you to come, see what you can do." ”

This big war spread rapidly in the flood wilderness, and all living beings in the flood wilderness knew that the original Hongyun Ancestor, because of the attack of the Kunpeng Ancestor, Hongmeng Purple Qi did not know where to go, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court suffered heavy losses, stealing chickens did not become a loss of rice, Kunpeng was seriously injured and fled, and Emperor Juntai retreated in embarrassment.

The most brilliant belongs to the Styx Ancestor and Zhenyuan Daxian, the Styx has lived in the sea of blood for a long time, and Zhenyuan has lived in Wuzhuang Guan, which has no name in the flood wilderness, Danshi was a hit this time, and it is known to all sentient beings-

Just like Long Daozi said, this is a farce, the final Hongmeng purple qi has its own belonging, those competing heroes are licking their wounds in the nest at this time, their deeds are sung for the desolate beings, whether it is true or not, they have passed, and the sentient beings no longer pay attention. ..., the eyes of the two saints of Western Bliss Shijie looked at the whole picture without turning, and finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the red cloud finally fell, and the cause and effect of death were gone, and they didn't have to repay the huge cause and effect.

There seemed to be sadness on his face, and he sighed and said, "Alas, the reputation of the Red Cloud Daoist in the Flood Wilderness is very good, and it is really a pity that he fell like this...... Amitabha Buddha ......"

Zhun Ti didn't even pretend to be sad on his face, and said with a smile: "Good, good, good......"

The two in the West are calculating!!

The fall of the red cloud, although the red cloud had Hongmeng purple gas during his lifetime, was concerned by all beings, danshi in the entire history of the flood famine, this is just a slightly larger episode, the protagonist of this calamity, is still the two lich clans, the lich war, at this time yijing does not need high-level supervision.

Thousands of years of hatred accumulation, where to say anything, the lich is very angry when they meet, they will do whatever it takes to deal with each other, they aim to kill each other.

The hatred of blood still needs blood to repay, and it is impossible for them to tell who is right and who is wrong, and the resources of the flood desolation shijie are also constantly decreasing in this consumption, plus with the birth of the saint, the vitality of the flood desolation shijie, yijing is less than half of the original rich.

Frequent wars have also brought casualties, countless desolate creatures have fallen, their spirits are not at peace, ghosts cry wolves all day long, although many are led by the sea of blood, with a place to stand, danshi more spirits are unwilling to enter the sea of blood, so they wander in the desolate Shijie.

A woman, listening to the miserable cry of her soul, frowned slightly. Her body was surrounded by a breath of compassion, my face was pitiful, Chu Chu moved, she watched countless souls screaming and being sucked away, her eyes were rippling, and her feet chased in the direction of the soul......

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