Under the light of fate, a dreamlike long river, shimmering with a little brilliance and carrying a blurry color, slowly flowed through the sea of blood.

At this moment, the long river of fate is quietly coming!

As the river of fate flowed, wisps of brilliance emerged from the newborn Asura people. The brilliance is blurred, similar to the light of fate, as soon as it is born, it flies to the long river of fate.

Thousands of rays of light converged, and in the sky above the long river of fate, forming a demon god law.

The demon god had a blue and black body, three heads and six arms, eyebrows and eyes, and a mouth that spit fire, showing a look of anger. The upper two hands hold the sun and the moon, and the lower four hands hold four weapons: knives, forks, wheels, and snails.

Looking at its image, it is a combination of the characteristics of all the Asura tribesmen.

This demon god is the most perfect image of the Asura race, and it is the manifestation of its luck in the long river of fate.

His appearance represents the Asura clan, officially on the stage of the flood wilderness, and interprets his own legend.

Thundered!

When the Demon God Dharma, which represented the luck of the Asura clan, appeared in the long river of fate, the sky above the sea of blood and above the sky, boundless merit suddenly fell and surged towards the body of the people of the Styx River.

"Haha!

Meritorious into the body, the people of the Styx River only felt that the Lingtai was clear for a while, gushing out of endless mysteries, and all kinds of great road laws were clearly visible, and what they didn't understand before, now with the help of the qi of merit, they suddenly became enlightened. It's as if the avenue is within reach.

At this moment, the Asura clan was created, and in this process, the enlightened laws of creation were all fused and penetrated by the Styx River people and turned into the way of killing.

made his understanding of the way of killing more and more profound, and his killing intent permeated, as if to extinguish the vitality of all things.

Coupled with his identity as the ancestor of the Asura clan, and with the blessing of the Flood Qi, the Dao of the Styx Dao people skyrocketed!

His physical body is transforming, his realm is rising, and the mana tumbling in his body is soaring layer by layer, all of which is pushing the River Styx towards a higher realm.

"It's so strong! The aura on Styx's body is no longer weaker than Taiyi, and it is still continuing to strengthen, is this about to break through?"

"This Xuanhuang merit qi is so strong, with its help, even without Hongmeng purple qi, Styx may really succeed!"

At this time, the great powers stared at the Styx that was breaking through, and their hearts were extremely nervous, and they wanted to replace them with their bodies.

As long as the Styx River is successfully broken, it means that this method is feasible. They will immediately take action, based on the origin of chaos, to create a race, and with this they can glimpse the supreme holy realm.

With the breakthrough of the River Styx, a powerful momentum erupted, striking the heavens and the earth. Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate, and all of them are shrouded in cold killing intent.

Between the endless runes flying, a blood-red Great Dao Divine Chain rose from the body of the Styx River and ran through the entire heaven and earth. This is the Dao Perception of the River Styx, and it is the embodiment of His Dao Fruit.

After the appearance of this blood-colored avenue divine chain, the deepest part of heaven and earth, where the origin of the ten thousand paths is located, the dao that represents killing, roared and shook, wanting to leave this place and manifest in the sea of blood.

As long as the way of killing that Styx comprehended was perfectly integrated with the way of killing between heaven and earth, he would be able to use this to preach and become a Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal comparable to a saint.

Unfortunately, the way of killing moved twice, and then it returned to calm.

In the outside world, just as Styx had just seen the dawn of a breakthrough, the boundless merit aura came to an abrupt halt, causing Styx's promotion momentum to stagnate.

Without the blessing of the merit qi, the power of the blood-colored divine chain suddenly weakened, and it could no longer touch the origin of heaven and earth, and suddenly retracted into the body of the Styx Dao people.

"Ah~~~ No!" In the unwilling roar of the Styx River people, the momentum on his body no longer grew, and gradually flattened out, stabilizing in the realm of the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection.

"Failed?"

"Although the merits obtained by the Styx River to create the Asura Clan this time are not as much as that of Nuwa's creation of people, they are not much worse. ”

"Moreover, the strength of the Styx Dao people is even stronger than that of Nuwa at the beginning. If you can fail in this way, you can see that the problem is not in the merit. ”

"Isn't it ......"

"Damn, isn't there no Hongmeng Purple Qi, and Poor Dao and others really can't be sanctified?"

Seeing that the Styx Daoist failed to preach, even if he had a bad relationship with him, he did not show half a look of ridicule, but felt sympathy and empathy.

On that day, the Taoist Ancestor once said that under the way of heaven, there are eight holy seats, and under His door, there should be six saints born.

Therefore, the Taoist ancestor received the three Qings, Nuwa was the true disciple, and the guide and Zhun Ti were the registered disciples, giving the six Hongmeng qi, saying that when the opportunity came, it could be sanctified.

For everyone, just a sentence that the three thousand avenues can be sanctified, and when you have your own fate, you will send them away. Everyone was dissatisfied in their hearts, but Dao Ancestor didn't want to say more, and they didn't dare to ask more, so they could only hide their dissatisfaction in their hearts.

Now, with the same act of creation and similar merits, Nuwa has become holy in one fell swoop because of Hongmeng's purple energy.

And Styx is only one step closer, reaching the realm of quasi-saint great perfection. It seems to be the difference between one realm, but in fact it is the difference between heaven and earth.

Such unfair actions have made the unwillingness in the hearts of the great powers even stronger.

Shaking his head, the powers dispersed. What can they do if they are unwilling, they can't change anything.

"Alas!" On the Sun Star, the Eastern Emperor sighed and put down the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand. There is both joy and loss in my heart.

If the Styx Dao people show the slightest sign of sanctification, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi will not hesitate to sacrifice the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand and kill the Styx Dao people at the moment when they are about to succeed!

It's not that he is too small-bellied and can't tolerate the people of the Styx River, but it is forced by the situation, and for the sake of the demon clan, he has to do this.

If the River Styx is not sanctified, if it is sanctified, the Asura tribe it created will instantly become a great force in the wilderness.

This is a race where the saint sits in charge, so how can the demon race deal with itself?

In case he has the heart to fight for hegemony, the demon clan will undoubtedly bear the brunt. In order to prevent this from happening, Taiyi had no choice but to kill the killer and strangle everything in the cradle.

"With the help of external forces, even if you succeed, how much combat power can you have?" Closing his eyes, Taiyi fell into enlightenment, wanting to use his own strength to break the restrictions of the quasi-saint.

"Hmph! Such a murderous person dares to dream of sanctification, can you put Poor Dao and others in your eyes!"

On Kunlun Mountain, seeing the failure of the Styx preaching, the ugly face of the Yuqing Daoist eased and said in a hateful voice.

..................

The voice...... Is it the Styx Ancestor, who created the Asura Race in the Sea of Blood?"

"Now, has the flood famine come to this point in time? It won't be long before Sanqing becomes holy!"

In the fierce beast battlefield, Feng Zichen was chatting with Kuafu and others, and suddenly heard the voice of the River Styx, and couldn't help but be stunned.