The desolate world is in chaos, and there are few people who can transcend the outside.

And between this desolate world, there is a place that has never been affected by the war between the three clans or the conflict between the two clans of the lich since the opening of the desolate world, and has maintained a dead silence from beginning to end.

But this place is not a pure land, but a filthy place that no living beings like to set foot in.

Netherworld, sea of blood.

The existence of the Netherworld is known to all the great supernatural beings, but it is just a dead and silent place, filled with the dark and turbid air, which is not liked by living beings, and ordinary living beings cannot survive in it.

As a result, the Netherworld has been quiet so far, and few people are willing to set foot in it.

The Netherworld is vast, but there are very few innate sacreds born in the Netherworld, and the name is known as the River Styx, which dwells in the sea of blood.

This congenital saint rarely shows his head in the wilderness, but no one dares to underestimate him.

Conceived in the sea of blood, accompanied by two high-grade innate spirit treasures, they are two killing swords that specialize in killing, one is called Yuan Tu, and the other is called Ah Nose, which is a real killing weapon, and killing does not touch cause and effect, which is extraordinary.

At the same time, the Styx Ancestor's own cultivation is also enough to rank among the top, the avenue is strange, relying on the boundless sea of blood, refining endless clones, known as the sea of blood does not dry up, and the true spirit is immortal.

There may be some controversy about who is the best at fighting in the desolate world, but when it comes to the ability to save life, Styx is unmatched.

The great psychic beings unanimously believed that as long as the saint did not make a move, no one in heaven and earth could completely kill the Styx.

Moreover, even a saint is probably not willing to make a move on the River Styx.

In this regard, even Zhen Yuanzi, who is holding the book from the ground, is not as good as him, after all, there will always be people who jump off the wall in a hurry, ignoring the threat of the book from the ground and fighting to the death.

But in the face of the River Styx and the Sea of Blood, it is not a desperate fight.

In the face of the book from the ground, it is not that he can't, but he doesn't dare.

In the face of the sea of blood and the Styx, it is not possible, and it does not have the ability to kill the Styx.

In the midst of the desolation, when it comes to the existence that is most unwilling to provoke, the River Styx is definitely at the top.

Styx himself knows this, but he has never been arrogant, even if he has the ability to be almost immortal, he is still cautious, and he guards his own acres and threes of land, and never goes out to cause trouble, so that many people will forget about it.

When Nuwa created human beings and became holy, the River Styx imitated and created the Shura clan, which made this netherworld have living beings.

When the Sanqing and the two saints of the West were sanctified, they followed the example of the Shura religion.

The Shura race is not as good as the human race, and the Styx River does not have the profound attainments of the Great Dao of Creation as Nuwa, and has many tricks.

But because of the extreme, the strength of the Shura clan is also extreme, and now it is not weak.

With the growth of the Shura clan, Styx enjoys the luck of one clan and is also the ancestor of one religion.

Although the two imitations failed to allow him to attain the saint status, he also gained a lot of heavenly merits, and now, Styx's own cultivation is better than most of the innate sacred, and it is not far from the quasi-saint consummation.

For the chaos between the desolate world, Styx has been watching coldly from beginning to end, and it will not affect him anyway, and it is not his own business.

is not a saint, but he can be as detached as a saint, and there are still others in the desolate world?

Styx, who was enlightened and cultivated in his cave as usual, opened his eyes on this day, and looked beyond the sea of blood, slightly surprised.

He sensed that someone had set foot in the sea of blood, one of the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, Houtu.

"Again? Didn't she find some chance in the Netherworld? Styx wondered.

He clearly remembered that the Earth Ancestor Witch had only come to this Netherworld not long ago, and it was only about one or two thousand years ago.

The reason why such a short time has gone and returned is naturally curious to him.

Moreover, he is not ignorant of the situation in the desolate world, and now that the war between the two lich clans is in full swing, after this, the Tuzu Witch does not go to the Zhou Mountain Heavenly Realm to beat Emperor Jun Taiyi and others, and what is the Netherworld where birds do not?

You can't still be in the mood to travel around at such a time, and the underworld is not a good place to visit the mountains and rivers.

Ignoring the war between the two clans, how much chance should he have found to make such an adventure?

Thinking of this, Styx's heart moved slightly, and his figure disappeared from then on, quietly leaving the cave, and his body and breath were hidden in the sea of blood, quietly approaching.

After a while, I saw a woman's figure breaking through the sky above the sea of blood, seemingly delicate, but she easily crossed the space, without using mana, relying on the power of the Dao body to ignore the space.

The person who came is the ancestral witch queen, who else can it be?

The River Styx was hidden under the sea of blood, looking at the empty back soil step by step, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were uncertain.

Dignified and sacred, he actually had the urge to raise his hand and rub his eyes, and he suspected that he had seen it wrong.

"How is this possible! Why is this happening! Sanctification! The ancestral witch queen soil actually has the appearance of a saint! This kind of thing ......"

Styx couldn't believe it, even if it was Emperor Jun or Taiyi who achieved the position of a saint, he would not be so shocked, and felt that it was expected after all.

But how can Houtu, one of the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, be sanctified?

Under the way of heaven, there are a number of saints, and the Wu clan does not cultivate the primordial gods, so they have no chance to become holy.

In the eyes of many great supernatural powers, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are powerful and powerful, but they are existences that have no relationship with the saints from the beginning.

No one would have thought that the Ancestral Witch would be sanctified.

But what did you see?

Although Styx himself did not understand the way of the saint, he had seen the scene of Nuwa becoming sanctified, and he had also seen the three Qings and the introduction of the Dao, and he would not admit that kind of breath.

Houtu has not yet truly taken the last step of sanctification, but the aura that vaguely permeates his body is clearly the atmosphere of sanctification.

I was shocked, puzzled, and envious.

At the same time, he was also very curious, the Houtu already had the atmosphere of sanctification, but he came to this netherworld, why?

Could it be that the Netherworld has the opportunity to become holy?

After hesitating, Styx didn't make any moves after all, he felt that even the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't kill him.

But the Wu clan is an iron-headed baby with a tendon, and their temper is more irritable than the other, provoking Houtu, maybe those Wu clan let the demon clan come to the sea of blood to block him every day, those guys may really do this kind of thing.

Besides, Houtu itself is strong enough.

At this time, the River Styx was secretly not good, and he was frightened by the weather of the Houtu Sage, and he didn't notice his own qi for a while, but he was actually sensed by the other party.

Above the sea of blood, the woman stopped and turned her head to look.

Didn't you say that the ancestral witch was not good at sensing breath? Accurately found in his hiding place, Styx was helpless, showed up in his form, and bowed.

"Poor Dao Styx, I have seen Taoist friends, I have no intention of snooping, and I am offended, please forgive me."

Houtu looked at the River Styx, frowned, and looked down at the endless sea of blood below, in the sea of blood, she sensed that the souls of countless living beings were indulging in it, and it was difficult to count.