This is just an excuse.

As soon as the words fell, Ming Wu swooped down and plunged into the sea of blood; Don't look at her plunged into it, but after entering, she was not stained with blood, and an invisible barrier was erected around her to isolate the external dirt.

After entering the sea of blood, Ming Wu suddenly understood; The phrase that the sea of blood does not dry up and the River Styx does not die is after all saying that the River Styx relies on external objects.

When these innate gods cultivate, they seek inward; Seeking one's own strength and relying on the sea of blood to not dry up in order to be immortal and immortal, after all, it is too shallow, and the reason for this is that the foundation is unstable.

After comprehending it in an instant, Ming Yu didn't plan to use the World Destroying Great Mill for the time being; Even the Chaos Bell didn't want to use it, so he found the clan land of the Shura clan, and opened up a space in the depths of the sea of blood, which was the habitat of the Shura clan.

She first sealed the road to Hades outside the Shura tribe and added several layers of seals; Then stir up the lair of the Shura clan with great mana, just like Nezha stirring the sea.

The space opened up by the Shura clan shook wildly under the attack of great mana; The Shura clan came out of the habitat one after another, but they saw that it was a female cultivator dressed in green clothes, with a surging aura on her body, a vast amount of mana, and a condensation in her heart, I don't know when she provoked a female cultivator with strong mana to make trouble.

At the same time, they also have doubts and doubts, their Shura clan has an ancestor in charge; This female cultivator is very bold, I don't know if she is stupid and bold, or if she has enough confidence to make trouble.

"Who are you?"

Ming Yu stopped the output of mana and fell suddenly, standing opposite the people of the Shura tribe; The first time she saw the people of the Shura tribe, the men were ugly, the women were beautiful, the men were ugly to the point that people felt spicy when they saw them, but the women had thin waists and long legs, charming appearances, and a bewitching temperament, especially their eyes, soft and affectionate.

If they are defined as harmless and beautiful daughters, they are underestimated; That's a big mistake, the inheritance of the ancestor of the Styx River cultivated by the women of the Shura clan cannot be weak.

"I am a scattered cultivator in the wilderness, and I have come to pay homage to the ancestor of the Styx."

Shura:

That's how you say it?

Insightful.

"Our ancestor can be seen if you want to?" A woman's affectionate eyes were a little more frosty.

Another Shura woman next to her pulled her, stepped forward to block the woman who opened her mouth, and then said: "The Venerable Master has strong mana, it can't be a loose cultivation; I think the aura on your body seems to have been inherited from the path of Sanqing. ”

Famous eyed people!

In this way, this Shura woman must have seen the three Qings.

Ming Wu knew that she couldn't hide it, so she could only admit it, "Walking in the wilderness, don't talk about the name of the master; I'm here just to ask the Styx Ancestor for something, and I'll leave as soon as I get it. ”

"I don't know what you want?" The Shura woman is polite.

"Let your ancestors come out, and I will discuss with your ancestors."

When the Shura woman saw her so hard, she knew that they couldn't stop her; So he asked people to go back and report to the Styx Ancestor, and a group of people stared at Ming's wife.

Ming's generosity allowed them to see, but her generosity made the people of the Shura tribe even more fearful.

"The Ancestor is here."

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, before Ming's patience ran out, she finally waited for the Styx Ancestor.

I saw that the Styx Ancestor was dressed in a dark red robe, exactly the same as the person he saw in the formation back then; Ming Wu smiled heartily, "Styx Ancestor, don't come unharmed. ”

"Who are you?" The Styx Ancestor has a gloomy temperament, full of blood and ferocity.

"I, Ming!"

The Styx Ancestor was stunned when he heard this, who is this?!

At a glance, Ming Wu knew that this person had not bled in the sea for many years, but only lived in the sea of blood; At the beginning of the flood famine, many innate beings snatched the Dao Fruit, and disputes continued. When the dust fell, he knew that the Dao Fruit was missing, and no matter how much he cultivated, he would not be able to reach the Mixed Yuan Realm, and he would not be able to compete with the saints, so he would naturally settle down.

The Styx Ancestor is like this.

"My master, Shangqing leads to heaven."

"Oh, it turned out to be a disciple of Tongtian Daoyou, and I haven't seen you before; When I accepted new disciples, I don't know. ”

Ming Wu was not shocked or annoyed, but said: "I am the master and the youngest disciple; The Styx Ancestor doesn't know me, but it's normal. ”

The Styx Ancestor bowed his head and asked her.

"I don't know what the friends of the Heavenly Dao are here?"

Ming Wu glanced at the people of the Shura clan, and the Styx Ancestor waved his hand and asked them to go back first; The people of the Shura tribe originally wanted to stay and see the excitement, they were happy by nature, and the Styx Ancestor gave an order, so they could not stay any longer, so they regretted returning to the clan land.

The people of the Shura clan left, and Ming Wu spoke, which was considered to have given enough face to the ancestor of the Styx.

"Styx Ancestor, you are an old quasi-saint, and now you are in the late stage of quasi-sainthood." At a glance, she saw through the cultivation of the River Styx, and Ming Wu was full of confidence, "It's not a coincidence, my new quasi-saint is also in the late stage; I'm here to ask for advice. ”

The Styx Ancestor frowned, "When I roamed the wilderness, you were not yet born; Just Jin Zhun Sheng is rampant? Didn't your master teach you not to act rampant in the wilderness? ”

"Thank you Styx Ancestor for worrying, but how my family master teaches his disciples has nothing to do with Styx Ancestor; I came to consult with me, and I don't know if the Styx Ancestor dares to fight with me. ”

The Styx Ancestor stared at her for a long time, she was indeed a quasi-late saint; The aura is strong, and even if it has been disrupted for a long time, the mana is still unfathomable.

"You are a junior, now retreat, I don't care about you in the face of Tongtian Daoyou."

"Styx Ancestor, you shouldn't be afraid of me as a new quasi-saint, right?"

Styx, as a quasi-saint ancestor for many years, if he only moved for this little bit of agitation, it would be impossible; I saw him raise an eyebrow, look at her, and ask.

"You, a disciple of a saint, why did you choose this ancestor alone? What are you thinking? Ben Lao Zu is not a vegetarian. ”

Ming Wu sighed, "That's it, don't hide it from the Styx Ancestor, I'm here for the karmic fire red lotus; Many years ago, I heard that the ancestor of the Styx River held a karmic fire red lotus, which can burn all karma, which is really enviable. ”

As for the moment when consciousness was first born, I will not talk about it; If you want to find an excuse, you have to find a decent one, and now, since you can't find an excuse, you should be agitated.

Styx Ancestor frowned, "I just want to see the Karma Fire Red Lotus?" ”

"Of course not, if it is possible, it is natural to exchange it with the Styx Ancestor for a spirit treasure to use; You can rest assured, there are many spiritual treasures in my master's treasury, and it is no problem to exchange you for a karmic fire red lotus. ”

Look at what this gentleman looks like.

The Styx Ancestor was displeased, only when she was spoiled, "How can other people's spiritual treasures be played with by others?" ”

"So, I said that I exchanged it with you, and we exchanged it for it." She is thick-skinned, and the Styx Ancestor has been stirred up by the fire string in her heart that has been silent for many years, burning repeatedly.

Reason told him to endure it, but reality told him that he couldn't bear it, and if he endured it any longer, the face of the old quasi-saint would be gone.