For this statement, Xuan Song naturally will not refuse.

"That's fine. ”

"It's just that Houtu Ancestor Wu is on this trip, so don't say anything about incarnating into the Netherworld. ”

After the land is no longer the Wu Clan, resulting in the loss of the Twelve Heavenly Gods of the Wu Clan, if the rest of the ancestors know the truth, they will never agree to come down.

"Thank you Tianzun!"

At that moment, Houtu turned around and left the netherworld, returning to the hall of the Witch Clan.

As soon as he returned to the ancestral witch hall, Houtu immediately took out three drops of the ancestral witch essence blood, put it on top of the main hall, and walked out without saying a word.

The essence blood of the ancestral witch is the essence of the ancestral witch of the Wu clan, and its importance is no less than that of the monk Yuan Shen Sanhua, which shows that Houtu has made up his mind.

With three drops of ancestral witch essence blood, it may not be impossible to cultivate an ancestral witch to complete the twelve heavenly gods and evil arrays.

After a few months passed, Houtu returned to the sea of blood, only to see the people of Xuansong Dao standing quietly on the sea of blood.

"Please also ask Tianzun to protect the Dharma for the Houtu. ”

Hou Tu bowed to Xuan Song, and in his words, he was very calm, without the slightest reluctance.

"Although the Houtu Ancestor Wu can rest assured, the rest of the things can be left to the poor road. Xuan Song glanced at the depths of the sea of blood and said meaningfully.

The birth of the Netherworld is both an opportunity and a restriction for the Asura clan.

Since then, it has been difficult for the Asura clan to set foot in the desolate world, and in the netherworld, it has become the only one of the Asura clans.

The only good thing is that from now on, the Asura clan does not need to collect the souls of the human race everywhere, and there is a steady stream of Asura births.

Hearing this, Houtu fell into contemplation on the sea of blood and turned into a netherworld, which is not a simple matter, and all aspects must be taken into account, even if Houtu is the ancestor of the Wu clan, it also takes some time to meditate.

For a while, Xuan Song seemed to be talking to himself: "It is true that all living beings are equal, but there are evil and good in their lifetime, and they need to divide good and evil, and deal with them with merit, not in a unified manner, they are all turned into human races or destined immortals." ”

"It can be said that the principles of heaven are clear, the cycle of cause and effect, good is rewarded, and evil is rewarded. ”

"Furthermore, the Netherworld is a resting place for souls, and they need to be reincarnated, not for a long time. ”

Xuan Song paused slightly, and continued: "Since you have been reincarnated and reincarnated as a human being, how can you leave a memory of your past life!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that the entire desolate world will have to be in chaos. ”

Listening to Xuan Song's words, Houtu couldn't say a word, still falling into deep thought.

Seeing this, Xuan Song didn't say much, just stood quietly aside.

Let's say that in the depths of the sea of blood, there have long been Asuras who have come to report to the River Styx, saying that it is outside the blood, and Xuan Song and Houtu have come, and for some reason they looked at the remnants of the human race and pondered.

Terran remnants!

Styx nodded thoughtfully, and said secretly, "If the two of them can solve the matter of the remnant soul, it will be a good thing. ”

The remnant soul, for the River Styx, is not only useless, but also mourns and disturbs all day long, making the sea of blood unpeaceful.

A few days passed.

Houtu suddenly opened his eyes, revealing the true body of hundreds of thousands of zhang large and small ancestors, and sighed lightly.

"I am the blood of Pangu Father God, one of the twelve ancestors of the Wu Clan, seeing that the soul of the human race cannot rest in peace, there is no place to return, and there is a deficiency in the way of heaven. ”

"Today, I wish to use the body of the ancestral witch to turn into a netherworld and set up a place of reincarnation, so that Zhou Tiansheng's soul can be reincarnated, and I also ask the Heavenly Dao to witness!"

"Go up and fall, go down to the Yellow Spring, reincarnate out, and the underworld is here!"

In the next moment, the bodies of hundreds of thousands of large and small ancestral witches suddenly disappeared, turning into countless *** and spreading out, and one space world after another appeared alternately.

Above it are the city of the dead and the ten halls of Yama, which govern the order of the Netherworld and provide peace for the soul.

Below is the eighteenth layer of space, called: Eighteen Layers of Hell, in charge of the punishment of the Netherworld.

All those who were evil in life must go to the eighteenth layer of hell after death to go through it before they can be reincarnated.

It can be said that both good and evil are rewarded, not that they are not rewarded, but that the time has not yet come.

In addition, there are also Ghost Gate Pass, Nai He Bridge and so on.

Suddenly, the souls in the desolate world, whether they were Zhou Tiansheng or monks, all floated towards the Netherworld.

After the earth incarnates into the netherworld, it completes the heavenly way, and the immeasurable merit of Xuanhuang Qi descends to show praise.

About eight of them succeeded in the Xuanhuang Qi and fell into a palace in the depths of the land of reincarnation and disappeared.

The remaining two successful virtues and Xuanhuang's qi turned into a book of life and death and a judge's pen, which were put away by Xuansong.

At this time, the scene in the netherworld changed greatly, and almost the entire netherworld was turned into an underworld, a sea of blood, and the scope was also reduced by one-third.

For a while, I saw a divine light flying out from the depths of the sea of blood, and he was angry, shouting: "Houtu, you have incarnated into the Netherworld, and the poor Dao doesn't want to ask." ”

"But why do you occupy a sea of poor blood!"

Styx repented of his mistake, and if he had driven the two out early in the morning, nothing like this would have happened.

Seeing that the River Styx was angry, Xuan Song couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "Styx River friends don't need to be angry. ”

"The birth of the Netherworld, although it is harmful and useless to Daoists, but the Asura clan, from now on, do not have to worry about reproduction, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. ”

"What's more, this matter is a matter of days, not the deliberate action of the Houtu Ancestor Wu. ”

Even if Houtu has not been incarnated into the Netherworld today, it will be a matter of time before it is in the future.

Days!

Not to mention the number of days, as soon as the word "days" was mentioned, a trace of cold murder suddenly poured out of Styx's body, and said, "What a day!"

"Sooner or later, you have to see what the number of days is!"

Without saying a word, Styx returned to the depths of the sea of blood.

How did Styx not know that the birth of the Netherworld was a matter of days, and it was not because Xuan Song deliberately made it difficult for him.

But the word "days" made Styx's heart cut like a knife, and he couldn't help but give birth to a trace of murderous intent.

Styx's reaction, Xuan Song couldn't help but be stunned, and said secretly: "Why does Styx care so much about the word days!"

At this time, in the depths of the land of reincarnation, a faint voice came from the depths.

"Although the Netherworld was born, the broken soul still cannot be reincarnated, unless the soul can be completed, I don't know if Tianzun has a way. ”

Completing the soul was originally one of the responsibilities of the Netherworld.

But these souls are not acquired, but innate, even if the saints come, they are helpless.

"This matter is simple, since there is no ** reincarnation, it is better to stay in the Netherworld Mansion as a ghost and control the souls of all the people who come. ”

With a wave of his sleeves, Xuan Song shot out a divine light, covering the remnant souls in the sky above the sea of blood, turning into a ghost messenger and ordering him to manage the order in the Netherworld.

It seems that Xuansong is very easy to evolve into a group of ghosts, but in fact, it contains a mystery of creation.

"That's fine!"

The voice rang out again from the depths of the Land of Reincarnation.