Deeper than the Netherworld.

The sea of blood was churning, as far as the eye could see, in this netherworld sea of blood, a figure walked out directly from the sea of blood, and beside him, the two swords of Ah Bi Yuan Tu were suspended, and it looked very imposing.

Naturally, this figure that came out was none other than the Styx Ancestor.

Following the Styx Ancestor, there was also a girl who looked like a blood-red pattern at the center of her eyebrows, which was the rain of blood.

"Master, don't you really need us to accompany you on this mortal journey?" next to him, Bo Xun and the other true disciples of the Styx Ancestor asked.

"No need, Blood Rain follows me to the mortal world for a trip is enough to ......" Glancing back at the four demon kings under his command, the Styx Ancestor said calmly.

After waving his hand, he immediately rose into the air with a rain of blood, leaving the space of this netherworld blood sea and heading to the mortal world.

The news of the birth of Hongmeng Purple Qi can be said to have shaken the Six Realms of the Three Realms, and the last Hongmeng Purple Qi in the world, that is, the last chance to become holy, is naturally worth everyone's head.

No quasi-saint could resist the temptation of this Hongmeng purple qi.

As soon as his body moved, the speed of the Styx Ancestor was extremely fast, and with the rain of blood, he soon came to the mortal world, and even came to the area around Futu Mountain.

Good guys, Futu Mountain has long since collapsed, but here, there are many quasi-saints gathered, and this scene is unprecedentedly grand.

Wuchao Zen Master, Rulai Buddha, Burning Lamp Buddha, Zhen Yuanzi, Wutian Buddha, and the two quasi-saints of the demon world, plus the Jade Emperor......

"So, with my words, have nine quasi-saints gathered here?" Seeing the lineup here, the Styx Ancestor murmured secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, is it the time to compete for Hongmeng Purple Qi? Ordinary and rare quasi-saints, is there actually a group of people here?

Not to mention what the Styx Ancestor thought in his heart, with the appearance of the Styx Ancestor, the quasi-saints of this Futu Mountain who were doing their own things turned their eyes.

Looking at the appearance of the Styx Ancestor, the expressions of these quasi-saints changed more or less.

Styx Ancestor, this is a guest of Zixiao Palace, and more importantly, among the guests of Zixiao Palace, the strength belongs to the first echelon, and it is unfathomably strong.

The word unfathomable is really very appropriate to describe the Styx Ancestor.

Because everyone knows that the strength of the Styx Ancestor is very strong, but no one knows how powerful it is.

The Styx Ancestor is known as the 480 million blood god doppelganger, the sea of blood does not dry up, and the River Styx does not die.

What's more important is that until now, no one has seen the essence of the Styx Ancestor, let alone know where the limit of his strength is.

Therefore, looking at the appearance of the Styx Ancestor, the hearts of several quasi-saints present were secretly solemn.

"Netherworld Sect Master, I don't know who this one is next to you?" Seeing the Styx Ancestor appear, followed by a little girl beside him, the Heavenless Buddha was a little surprised in his heart, and asked the Styx Ancestor.

Although in the face of the people of Buddhism, the Buddha of Heaven is a wild appearance, but in the face of others outside the Buddha, the Buddha of Heaven looks humble and polite, and has his own personality charm.

"This is a newly accepted disciple of this seat, if you see it in the future, please take care of it!"

Glancing at the Heavenless Buddha, the Styx Ancestor opened his mouth to explain, and it seemed that there was no sense of domineering.

It's just that, as soon as he said this, the Styx Ancestor paused slightly, and immediately, his eyes fell on the two Buddhas and the Burning Lamp Buddha, and said, "Especially the two of the Buddha!"

As the words of the Styx Ancestor fell, the Buddha bowed his head and was silent.

Obviously, for the identity of the blood rain, the Buddha knows it.

However, there was a look of surprise on the face of the Burning Lamp Buddha, and he asked the Styx Ancestor in surprise, "I don't know what the Sect Master means by this?"

"Lighting the lamp, don't you know?"

glanced at the Buddha of the Burning Lamp, because the two of them were both guests of Zixiao Palace, so they were also familiar with each other, and when they spoke, they were a little more casual, and said: "My apprentice, his father is a disciple of your Buddhism, Master Xuanzang!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Hearing the words of the Styx Ancestor, the Buddha looked at Rulai, and saw that he did not refute, and whispered a Buddha horn in his mouth, showing a look of suffering.

Not only did the Buddha look like this, but the other quasi-saints next to him heard this, looked at Styx, and then looked at the blood rain beside Styx with a cold face and did not speak, and their eyes were full of jealousy.

A blood rain, naturally nothing, is his identity as a disciple of the Styx Ancestor?

But her father is Xuanzang!?

The westward catastrophe is still continuing, and in this catastrophe, Xuanzang in the center of the catastrophe is extremely terrifying.

If his daughter has three long and two short, Xuanzang is in a hurry, who knows what kind of things will be done?

And the immeasurable calamity is the most difficult to infer with common sense.

The fall of the quasi-saint in this immeasurable tribulation seems to be nothing impossible, right?

Therefore, for the identity of Blood Rain is Xuanzang's daughter, all the quasi-saints again have a little bit of jealousy in their hearts.

Looking at the changes in the expressions of several quasi-saints present, the Styx Ancestor was still very calm on the surface, but he secretly laughed in his heart.

Yes, yes, it seems that I accepted this disciple, and at some critical times, it is still very effective.

"Golden Crow ......"

He laughed secretly in his heart, and at the same time, the eyes of the Underworld Ancestor fell on the body of the Wuchao Zen Master, and he directly shouted out the identity of the Wuchao Zen Master's body, and said: "It turns out that for so many years, Hongmeng Purple Qi has been in your hands!

The so-called demon clan concealed it tightly enough, naturally referring to the fact that in ancient times, the Hongyun Ancestor died in the hands of the demon clan and was seized of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

"Alas......"

Wuchao Zen Master looked at the quasi-saints around him, and then listened to what the Styx Ancestor said to him, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his mouth.

"I know that the purpose of all of you coming here is to come here for Hongmeng Purple Qi, but Hongmeng Purple Qi is not ......here for me now," Wuchao Zen Master replied.

is a little confident in his own strength, if it is just a quasi-saint who is embarrassed by himself, just like the ancient dragon clan just now, Wuchao Zen Master thinks he can still handle it.

Even if it is an existence like the Styx Ancestor, he still has the ability to protect himself.

However, so many quasi-saints gathered here, all thinking that Hongmeng Purple Qi was on their bodies, and they came for Hongmeng Purple Qi, and they couldn't deal with so many people by themselves.

"Not with you, so where do you put it!?" Hearing the words of the Wuchao Zen Master, the Styx Ancestor's brows furrowed slightly.

"Amitabha, old Zen master, no one believes what you say, how can you put such a treasure as Hongmeng purple qi in other places?

"Yes, yes, Hongmeng Purple Qi, how can you believe it with your words?" Next to him, a quasi-saint of the Demon Realm also spoke, looking at the appearance of this quasi-saint, with a pair of horns on his head, and an incomparably heavy aura exuding from his body.

Wuchao Zen Master said that Hongmeng's purple qi is not in his body, and these words, whether the quasi-saints around him believe it or not, naturally have to be carefully verified.

Therefore, for the sake of Hongmeng Purple Qi, this battle is inevitable.

also knew that if he had empty white teeth, it would be impossible for these people to believe in themselves, Wuchao Zen Master held the immortal gourd in his hand tightly, his eyes were solemn, and he was also ready to do it.

Thundered!

It seemed that everyone had already been mentally prepared, and in the blink of an eye, almost at the same time, the scuffle between the nine quasi-saints made the world shake for a while.

However, when these quasi-saints made their moves, they also knew what kind of impact everyone's power would have on the Three Realms and Six Realms when they fully exploded.

Therefore, when everyone makes a move, they are very restrained themselves.

At the same time, the battlefield was constantly moving, and soon moved to 33 days away......

Jiang Liu naturally didn't know about the melee of these quasi-saints, and of course, Jiang Liu could also guess one or two of what Wuchao Zen Master would encounter.

Once the news of Hongmeng Purple Qi leaks out, it is impossible for Zen Master Wuchao to have a life of peace.

However, although Jiang Liu himself is also very enthusiastic about Hongmeng Purple Qi, his own family knows his own family affairs, and with his own strength, he wants to go to Wuchao Zen Master to compete for Hongmeng Purple Qi?

Therefore, Jiang Liu just paid attention to the corresponding news.

The team that traveled west to learn the scriptures continued to the west.

There's no way, it's not a matter of Hongmeng Ziqi, Jiang Liu doesn't want to participate, he doesn't want to fight.

It's just that with the cultivation that he has not reached now, Taiyi True Immortal, to compete for Hongmeng Purple Qi? Isn't that a dead end?

"Alas, if nothing else, the Hongmeng purple qi should still be in the hands of the Wuchao Zen Master, but now, this news has been exposed, and it is difficult to say who will fall next!"

On the westward journey, Jiang Liu sat on the back of the white dragon horse, and he could also guess what would happen to the Wuchao Zen Master, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

More or less, I am also familiar with Wuchao Zen Master, right?

It's really a pity to think that he is like this because of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and he is like the ancient god Hongyun Ancestor.

Drip, drip!

It's just that just when Jiang Liu's mind was focused on the issue of Hongmeng Purple Qi, suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

This is the sound of a message notification for a friend's chat.

Hearing this, Jiang Liu's heart moved slightly, and he immediately opened the friend list, and sure enough, a familiar avatar was beating.