The earth disappeared and turned into six reincarnations, and the merits descended, but there was nowhere to fall, and it has been hovering in the underworld.

If no one receives it for a long time, the merit will be integrated into the six realms of reincarnation, but in fact, the six realms of reincarnation do not need these merits.

All the saints descended to the underworld, looking at the six reincarnations in front of them, the Buddha Mother was mentioned in Zhun Ti, and Amitabha Buddha looked at the merits above with greedy eyes.

With these merits, what they owe to the Heavenly Dao can be paid off, and they can even improve their cultivation.

However, merit is not a spiritual treasure, you can grab it if you want to, and there is no way to get the Buddha Mother to be greedy.

Thirty thousand miles from the east, Hongjun appeared in the desolate underworld for the second time in a high-profile manner, and the entire underworld was filled with the vision of a saint.

"I've seen Dao Ancestor (Master)!"

The crowd saluted in unison.

"The ancestors and witches have great mercy and great merit, and they should not fall!

Houtu True Spirit, return!"

Hongjun said.

Immediately stretched out his hand to make a kneading shape, and a little bit of white light began to condense, and finally formed an illusory image of the post-soil.

This is the true spirit of Houtu, every living soul has it, but it is integrated with the original god, and the ancestral witch does not have the original god, and the true spirit exists alone.

The Wu clan is like this, the true spirit has no power, no matter how strong the cultivation is, the individual true spirit only carries the consciousness, does not merge with the primordial spirit, and the physical body dissipates, and it will disappear with it.

Hongjun relied on his great mana to recondense the true spirit of the Houtu that had just dissipated, but it couldn't last long.

The true spirit must have something to bear, otherwise it will still dissipate.

The true spirits of the Houtu are reunited, and the merits of the Heavenly Dao have an object, and they converge towards the Houtu.

The grand occasion wrapped in thousands of acres of merit, Hong Huang felt it for the first time, it was too shocking.

In the surprised eyes of the saints, the true spirit of Houtu gradually condensed, no longer illusory, and the eyes became clearer, and the lost memories gradually recovered.

"Genshin?"

Yuan Shi exclaimed, Houtu, as an ancestral witch, actually has a Yuan Shen?

It makes people feel incredible, even if they are saints, they don't know how to create a primordial god for the Wu clan, that is the destiny of heaven, irreversible, this is completely against the sky!

Looking at the thousand acres of merit again, there are only 500 acres left, and Houtu spent 500 acres of merit, which is enough to create a saint and use it to shape the original god.

Zhun Ti Buddha's mother's heart is dripping blood, she is so distressed, rich is arrogant!

"Thank Daozu for saving your life!"

Houtu Yuan God bowed to Hongjun.

No matter what Hongjun was like before, without Hongjun at this moment, her true spirit would not be able to condense, nor would she be able to obtain merit.

"Thou hast perfected the flood and completed the Three Realms, and you have great merit!"

Hongjun opened his mouth, this is from the perspective of the way of heaven, the way of heaven is the fairest!

The remaining merits began to be absorbed by the Houtu Yuan God, and all the saints were speculating whether Houtu would use the remaining merits to shape the flesh, which was really too tyrannical and too ruined.

Fortunately, Houtu did not do this.

It's not that Houtu doesn't want to, she does think about it, but God doesn't allow it, which is what makes her special.

The merits of the Heavenly Dao are a panacea within the scope of the Heavenly Dao, you can do anything, you can build a house to live in, and it is natural to reshape the physical body, but it is not possible to do it in the back soil.

The momentum on Houtu's body became stronger and stronger, and the saints knew that another saint was born.

"Master, there is no chance of enlightenment in the Houtu, how can you become holy?"

Lao Tzu asked puzzled.

If there is no Hongmeng purple qi in Houtu, how can he communicate with the way of heaven? and without comprehending the law, he will not be able to become a mixed yuan Daluo Jin Immortal.

Not only Lao Tzu is puzzled, but everyone is puzzled, this is illogical.

"Hehe!

Hongjun smiled and said nothing, of course he knew what was going on.

But at this time, the earth slowly rose, and the primordial spirit slowly drifted towards the six realms of reincarnation.

With the help of the merits of the Heavenly Dao, the Houtu Yuan God and the Six Dao Reincarnation began to merge, and everyone was even more puzzled, isn't there no difference?

It is impossible for the six realms of reincarnation to be transformed, and the fusion of the back earth with it is not equivalent to falling?

I saw that after the Houtu completely fused with the six realms of reincarnation, the merits of the Heavenly Dao were exhausted, and the vision of the natural enemy disappeared.

When everyone was puzzled, the Houtu Yuan God came out of the six realms of reincarnation again, but at this moment, he had changed his image, which was very different from the appearance of the ancestral witch.

Dressed in a patterned robe, his face was sacred and majestic, he glanced at Hongjun, gestured slightly, and said to the sky,

"I am the Houtu, today I am holy, reshape the original god, take charge of the underworld, and from now on I will turn into reincarnation, and the Houtu will not return to the witch, I am at peace with the underworld, and manage the six reincarnations!

The voice spread throughout the flood wilderness, and an inexplicable atmosphere was transmitted, and the creatures of the flood unconsciously knelt down and worshipped,

"Meet the reincarnation of the most good, the great mercy, the great compassion, the peaceful mother!"

"Houtu girl, is this a break from the Wu Wu clan?"

Zhu Rong shouted.

All the Wu clans also understood at this time, there was no Houtu, and there would only be Pingxin Niangniang in the future.

Everyone looked at Hongjun angrily, thinking that Hongjun did this and harmed Houtu.

"Brothers, this is the general trend of the Heavenly Dao, we will discuss it later!"

Convey the message to the ancestors of the ancestors.

The projection of the Heavenly Dao dissipated, and the creatures of the desolation were still immersed in the majesty of peace and sanctification.

After getting a peaceful message, Di Jiang began to appease the Wu clan, he believed that Houtu must have a hard time, and believed that his sister would not leave the Wu clan alone.

The saints also understood the way of existence with peace of mind, just like Hongjun, Hongjun is in the way of heaven, and peace is in harmony with the underworld, but it is also different from Hongjun.

Pingxin out of the underworld only has the strength of ordinary saints, and there is absolute suppression of saints in the underworld, second only to Hongjun.

Pingxin does not have a physical body, or the entire underworld is her physical body, and the primordial spirit is condensed, and it can only manifest as the primordial god.

"Be calm, in the future, you should guard the underworld and maintain the order of the six realms!"

Hongjun spoke majestically.

The implication is that Houtu should not interfere in the affairs of the Lich.

"Peacefully obey the decree of the Dao Ancestor!"

Respectfully replied. Only by becoming the Lord of a Realm can I understand the power of Hongjun.

Hongjun has the final say, he can do what the way of heaven can do, and he can do what the way of heaven can't do.

"I've seen a peaceful mother, a mother is merciful!"

The rest of the saints also bowed. Pingxin's status is only under Hongjun, especially those with sects, and the six realms of reincarnation interfere too much, and it is inevitable that it will be needed in the future, and it must not be offended.

"Fellow Daoists are polite!"

Returned the salute with a fair heart.

Peace is sanctified, and the affairs of the underworld are not over yet.

With a wave of his hand, the passage to the underworld opened, and the mosquito man was summoned in.

Calmly spoke to the underworld,

"The underworld is not yet perfected, and the living beings still have cause and effect before they die, and those who add merit to their bodies will have blessings in reincarnation, and those who have sins and bodies should be punished after death.

This is the ghost gate, and those who enter the ghost gate should cut off all the connections with the previous life, remove the name of the flood and desolation, and be reborn in the underworld, no nostalgia, no return, no violation!

This is the three-life stone, the three-life stone, the past life, the present life and the future life, the three-life stone can be seen the trajectory of the three lives.

This is the Yellow Spring, this is the bridge, cross the bridge, helpless, why ask?",

Between the waves of his hand, an old woman appeared on the Nai He Bridge, with a big pot in front of her, boiling yellowed soup......

In an instant, the old woman's message appeared in the minds of all saints, and she was a peaceful doppelganger, named Meng Po, who drank Meng Po soup and lost her previous life.

These are all inherited from the Heavenly Dao in peace, just to improve the underworld and better maintain order.

After a slight pause, Pingxin continued, and the saints were also looking forward to seeing what other arrangements Pingxin had.

The mosquito people are puzzled, what are they doing when they get themselves in? Is there still a good thing of their own?

As if he had guessed the thoughts of the mosquito people, he looked at it calmly,

"Mosquito Dao people, the underworld is born according to the sea of blood, the Asura Dao stands by the Asura clan, you can lead the Asura clan to garrison the Asura Dao, and you will have your own merits in the future!"

The mosquito path people were overjoyed when they heard this, and there are such good things, the six realms of reincarnation are now only guarded by people in the Asura Dao, and the merits are all their own, and there may not be no hope for sanctification in the future.

Originally, the little abacus that the mosquito Taoist had made before had disappeared when he became holy, and he didn't dare to reason with the saint, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected joy.

"Thank you, Pingxin Niang!"

"Go ahead, pick the Asura clan and prepare!"

Pingxin waved his hand and sent it out of the underworld, just now it was just a small episode, since Pingxin promised the mosquito man, he would definitely do it.

Raising his hand again, he pointed to the foot of the city, and the originally empty city began to change.