A group of people from Dijiang were rushing to the Pangu Palace, passing by a place on the way, a place full of evil aura and filth.

"This sea of blood seems to be a little different!"

Candle Jiuyin looked at the sea of blood in front of him and said slowly.

The old ancestors of the Blood Sea have been here, knowing that this is the tainted blood of Pangu's navel, and when they were weak, they came to absorb the evil qi and cultivate, and the evil qi of the day after tomorrow was almost absorbed, and the general acquired evil qi was of little use to the ancestral witches, so they never came again.

Passing by this time, Candle Jiuyin took a look and found that there seemed to be something changed in the sea of blood.

Di Jiang stopped and looked at the sea of blood, the same was true of the other ancestral witches, but a person with a big nerve like Zhu Rong didn't see what was going on.

Suddenly, he also looked at the back soil of the sea of blood and said,

"Big brother, I seem to have some kind of feeling, but I don't know it, it should be the guidance of the Father! Why don't you go back first, and I'll go to the depths of this sea of blood to investigate!"

Dijiang thought for a moment, and then agreed to Houtu's idea.

Since Houtu said that there is a feeling, it must not lie to them, it must be the opportunity left by the Father.

Di Jiang left with the other ancestral witches, and Houtu headed towards the sea of blood.

In the depths of the sea of blood, in a hidden space,

"Damn, why don't you leave?"

A Taoist wearing a bloody robe and sharp-beaked monkey cheeks said fiercely.

It is the mosquito man who has been transformed.

Because the River Styx left the sea of blood early, the luck and resources of the sea of blood were all blessed on the mosquito man, allowing him to nurture his wisdom in advance and be born in the form of a person.

The mosquito Dao people who should have appeared in the next few calamities were born ahead of schedule, which also caused the current embarrassing situation.

Say that he is the second generation of heaven and earth gods and demons, compared to the third Qing Emperor Jun They were born too late, and their strength is too poor,

It happened to be born in the center of this glorious era, and it made the mosquito people very uncomfortable.

After his transformation, he has been staying in the sea of blood, and he didn't dare to go out, Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation is too low, and if he goes out, he will be sent to death.

It's a pity that now the desolate land is the world of the Wu Clan, and the entire sea of blood is full of endless evil qi, even if it is now absorbing some scattered evil qi of the desolate wilderness, it can also make ordinary Wu Clan improve their cultivation.

There are still a lot of witch clans with the strength of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and they often come to the Blood Sea to cultivate, and the mosquito Dao people can only hide, this Lord of the Blood Sea is too aggrieved.

Recently, it is rare that no witch clan has come, and as soon as the mosquito Dao people were about to cultivate, they found that the ancestral witch was passing by, and they thought that they would leave soon, but they did not expect that there was another ancestral witch who came from the depths of the sea of blood.

The mosquito Dao people hide more tightly, they don't have other skills, and the hidden skills in the sea of blood are still very powerful.

Unless the difference in strength is too great, he can't be found in the sea of blood at all.

The mosquito path man followed behind Hou Tu, wanting to see what she was doing in the sea of blood.

Houtu moved all the way, and the endless blood of the sea of blood did not make her feel afraid, but felt kind, after all, she was born from the pool of blood.

Seeing a black mist entrenched above the middle of the sea of blood, Houtu didn't know what it was, but he could feel a sad aura coming towards him.

Inexplicably sad, Houtu didn't know why, it slowly approached those black mist, found that it was spiritual, and seemed to have a lot of resentment towards himself.

Some of these mist began to merge, and the devoured spirituality also disappeared, and if you look closely, these mist actually have hundreds of billions of them, which surprised Houtu.

Not understanding why these fogs were so hostile to him, Houtu closed his eyes and tried to feel them.

"What's so nice about these remnants?"

The mosquito people hid aside, a little puzzled, these are the dead creatures of the flood famine, and the shallow roots of the ones dissipated and could not be reborn, so they were dragged into this sea of blood.

After so many years, the mosquito Dao people have been surprised, and after thousands of years, these remnant souls will appear a powerful generation, devour other remnant souls, and gradually form the origin, combined with the aura of heaven and earth, and be reborn again,

Compared to so many huge bases, it is too small and almost negligible, and in the eyes of the mosquito people, these dead people have no value at all.

Absorbing their remnant souls can't improve much at all, and absorbing too much will also affect the mind, in the middle of this sea of blood, since the lich began to fight for supremacy, there are more and more of them, and the mosquito people don't bother to pay attention to it.

The earth was gradually surrounded by these remnants, and more and more remnants began to gather here.

"Ancestral witches, all of them are the witch clan who have caused us to wander here, and you are all unforgivable!"

A roar reached Houtu's ears.

The day after tomorrow when he opened his eyes, he didn't know when he was surrounded by remnants, but he was not afraid, but looked at a huge phantom in front of him.

It was from the mouth of this phantom that the voice just now came.

"How can you have such a clear mind?"

The hidden mosquito man was surprised.

Houtu looked puzzled, not knowing what this phantom meant.

Without waiting for Houtu to ask, the huge phantom said again,

"You eat my body, and we are only left with a remnant soul, and the witch clan will be punished by heaven in the future!"

Now Houtu understands that these are the remnants of the souls who were killed by the Wu Clan, and most of them are demon clans.

"The lich is incompatible, life and death have their own destiny, what can we say?"

Houtu replied,

And the phantom said again,

"What does the Lich War have to do with our White Elephant Clan? We have never taken refuge in the Demon Clan, and you and other Witch Clans are thirsty for killing and devouring flesh and blood, and no race can escape being killed except for the Witch Clan, can we?"

Houtu was a little stunned when she heard this, she really never thought that the Wu clan fed on flesh and blood, so as to improve the strength of her physical body, but she didn't expect to inadvertently create such a big killing.

Cultivators generally fight and directly wipe out the opponent's Yuan Shen, and will not let it have a chance to make a comeback, the Wu clan generally only takes flesh and blood, and the Yuan Shen and their ordinary clansmen cannot be completely eliminated.

This led to the current situation in the sea of blood, and Houtu fell silent and stopped talking.

When the phantom saw it, he roared again,

"Why, don't dare to speak? Today you have come to this sea of blood, don't think about leaving, I want to wait for your life!"

Although the phantom devoured countless remnant souls, recovered its spiritual intelligence, and became the most powerful soul, that is, the ghost body of the later generations, it was not cultivated properly, its mind was insufficient, and it was blinded by hatred.

He thought that with countless remnant souls and a sea of blood, he could kill the ancestral witch, but unfortunately he thought too simply.

Countless remnant souls flew towards the back earth, emitting a ghostly roar, directly attacking the primordial gods.

Houtu didn't have a primordial spirit, and he was not afraid at all, and the power of blood and qi exploded, and countless remnant souls were wiped out in an instant.

The power of blood and qi is to the masculine and strong, and it is the nemesis of ghost creatures, even if the earth is a woman, it is not something that they can resist with a wisp of remnant souls.

Even the huge phantom was a little afraid, and began to fight with Houtu, trying to avoid the power of flesh and blood.

It's a pity that the remnant soul is the remnant soul after all, now the six reincarnations have not been completed, and there is no systematic ghost path cultivation method, the phantom and the Houtu fought for only a dozen rounds before they were defeated, and they were hit by a blood power.

If it weren't for the phantom's own flexibility, I am afraid that it would not be able to resist a single blow.

"Kill me, Heavenly Dao is the most public, sooner or later you will punish the Wu Clan!"

The phantom is also hard, like a certain evil town in later novels, saying the most ruthless words, being beaten the most viciously, and being handsome for no more than three seconds.

"Let's go!"

Houtu said a little tiredly.

She didn't expect this to be the result, Houtu was originally a kind-hearted person, even if he was born to open the heavens and combine with the essence and blood of Pangu, he rarely harmed living beings.

She has been competing with the demon clan all these years, but she didn't expect the Wu clan to occupy the desolate land and inadvertently cause so many killings, she has some doubts about whether it is right or wrong for herself and others to dominate the desolation!

"Hmph, fake benevolence and righteousness, when we come back from cultivation, we won't let go of the Wu Clan!"

After speaking, he left, and did not forget to say a cruel word before leaving.

Houtu didn't care, but fell into thought.