"No, but my subordinates have investigated his cultivation, and only in the early stage of the Mahayana realm."

"Still on the threshold of cultivating immortals? Will this kind of waste person be in a hurry to find this ancestor?"

The more Styx thought about it, the more it felt like a pit.

"Well, bring him here, and I'll see."

Styx thought about it and decided to meet him.

"Hmm."

Along the way, Yang Feng wanted to strike up a conversation several times, ready to extract some useful information from the other party's mouth, but as a result, this group of blood gods was like a mute and kept silent.

"The Ancestor has been brought."

Nearly ten Blood God Sons personally escorted Yang Feng.

Hearing that these mutes were finally willing to speak, Yang Feng also shifted his gaze to not far away,

The man had to have luxuriant hair, a beard more than three feet long, and his hair was tied up by a crown of gold.

Wearing a blood-red robe with gold trim, there was a moment in front of him where the fire lotus that would never be extinguished rose.

"Boy Yang Feng, meet the Styx Ancestor!"

With just one glance, Yang Feng could preliminarily judge from the other party's divergent aura that the one in front of him was undoubtedly the Styx Ancestor he was looking for.

"Yang Feng? Haven't heard of it, you're looking for me? What is it?"

There was a hint of contempt in Styx's eyes.

The humble Terran ants really didn't make him the slightest bit interested.

"First of all, congratulations to the Ancestor for restoring his former style, and secondly, I don't know if the Ancestor still wants to ascend to the realm of saints?"

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

No matter who you meet, a compliment is always right if you don't know him.

After all, who doesn't like to hear praise for themselves.

Styx, a monster that has lived for tens of thousands of years, is no exception.

"An ant actually knows that in the realm of saints, you have investigated the ancestor?"

Styx was curious about how a person like Yang Feng, who had not really set foot on the immortal path, knew about the saint realm.

"No, the saint realm, that was the flood era of the endless years in the past, and now I don't know if that realm still exists. Now is the era of equality for all races, and everyone is only for that opportunity to become immortals."

"Huh? Have times changed? Endless years, if you don't become a saint, you still can't do it after all, immortal."

Styx sighed.

He had just woken up, and he hadn't fully adapted to this world, and in the process of chatting with Yang Feng, he was surprised to find that his cultivation realm had also stopped at the ultimate perfection of the Tribulation Period.

You must know that he was a peerless master of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, and he could be called the first person under the saint.

Actually......

really responded to that sentence, the dragon was played by shrimp in shallow water, and the tiger was bullied by dogs in Pingyang.

"Immortals? But this world is completely isolated from immortal energy, and there is no chance at all."

Styx's body is too sensitive, and he deserves to be the first person under the original Holy Realm.

"No, the Heavenly Dao did not cut off the path of all souls to become immortals, it left a glimmer of life for all souls, just as the original Heavenly Dao left a saint fruit position."

Hearing this, Styx's heart couldn't hold back.

"Is there a chance to become an immortal? But there are many people in this world who shouldn't exist, so do I still have a chance in the Netherworld Blood Sea?"

It's not that Styx isn't confident enough, it's the turbid soil that makes him understand a lot of truths.

Those who came from the flood era, or to be more precise, the creatures who died in the flood era, are resurrected in this life and compete for the opportunity of the immortal path.

Is this another calculation of the Word?

From the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the Lich Tribulation, to the God Tribulation, and the final Journey to the West.

All of these embody the calculation of the Tao.

The way of heaven has been calculated from the beginning.

"Styx Ancestor, I don't want you! When you created the Shura clan, founded the Shura Sect, and led the Shura Sect to occupy the Shura Path, didn't you only have the pursuit of the saint realm in your heart?

Later, when the merits are complete, you can't preach, and you still haven't yielded

Serve, slash the way to the three corpses, launch an attack, with two companion spirit treasures, twelve products of fire red lotus, behead the three corpses, yes! In the end you are not sanctified, but before you know it, you have become the first person under the saints.

How high-spirited you were at that time, if you hadn't disappeared into the long river of history in the flood and famine, you might have already ascended to the realm of saints with your enthusiasm.

Now that all races are born, hundreds of heroes are-for-tat, and the way of heaven is calculating, are you so cringe? In this way, you only need to stay in the sea of blood and wait to see others become immortals."

Yang Feng's words seemed to poke at the sore spot of the River Styx.

Oh, yes!

What about Heavenly Dao calculations?

If the merit is consummated and cannot be sanctified, then another way will be found, and the three corpses will be cut off, and the Tao will not be realized, but it is not for nothing.

He became the first person under the Holy Realm.

The strongest one who will always guard the threshold of the Holy Realm.

The years have eroded not only his body, but also his memory, but also his majestic head and horns, as well as his proud bones.

The proud young man was broken off and was willing to live under the people.

"Good! In this life, I have returned to the Styx, and even the Heavenly Dao cannot prevent me from ascending to the Holy Realm!"

The River Styx swept away the previous decadence, and the whole fighting spirit was high.

"This is the Styx Ancestor I know, and I have a reluctant request below, I hope the Ancestor is gracious!"

Yang Feng saw that the time was ripe and saluted towards the River Styx.

Sure enough, thousands of clothes don't wear sycophants!

"Say it."

Styx's attitude towards Yang Feng has changed compared to before.

"I want to ask the Styx Ancestor to draw the water of the Sea of Blood to the Bodhi Realm to help me save people."

Stimulating the Styx Ancestor and setting up a strong opponent for himself, Yang Feng was purely helpless.

If it weren't for the Bodhi realm, there were important people in him, he wouldn't bother to care.

"Bodhi Realm? You mean the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots?"

"Well, that's good!"

"It seems that you already know about the opening of the Heavenly God Axe and turning into four innate treasures, yes, the resentment and anger in the sea of blood can indeed put the Bodhi Tree in danger, but if you want me to be your free thug based on your previous words, you will inevitably underestimate me, I am Styx."

Styx regained his fighting spirit, but he was not a fool, and it was not an easy job to lead the water of the sea of blood to the Bodhi realm.

The other party's meaning is clearly to treat him as a free thug.

"Styx Ancestor, there is no meaning in the next place, if it weren't for the kid's words before, Styx Ancestor, if you want to get out of the predicament, it will probably take a while, right? And now the fairy fruit may ripen at any time, and then the time will be missed......

"Humph! The human race is really cunning, you kid is trying to repay you!"

"Definitely! The boy is just telling the truth."

"I won't argue with you, this ancestor only recognizes the strong, if you can survive three rounds in this seat, I will help you once." ap.

Cultivation, no matter where you go, is the real right to speak.

People only respect the strong.

"Good!"

Yang Feng didn't grind, condensing the three thousand Chaos Demon God Divine Appearance, if he couldn't survive the three moves in the hands of the Styx Ancestor, he wouldn't have the face to live in the world.

Styx glanced at Yang Feng with a little appreciation.

The fiery red lotus of the twelve products in front of him quietly bloomed.

It's like a scorching peach blossom, so bright that it can't be seen.

The lotus-shaped flame fell on Yang Feng's body.

Rumble!

Yang Feng directly and decisively manipulated the law of space to avoid the other party's blow.

Feeling the strong spatial fluctuations, a smile appeared at the corner of Styx's mouth.

"Interesting!"

Styx held one hand slightly, and a sword engraved with mysterious patterns appeared in his palm.

"Yuan Tu, kill!"

Styx's footsteps never moved a single step, showing the demeanor of a master.

"This is killing without cause and effect

Yuan Tu?"