Netherworld Blood Sea.

Rahu opened his mouth, and there was a way to spread it in the River Styx.

The sea of blood rippled, and the River Styx sighed softly.

But Styx bowed his head and came to worship Rahu.

I am willing to sacrifice to the sea of blood, sacrifice to the demon ancestors, and cultivate demon skills.

Rahu nodded, I would like to take you Styx as a disciple.

Styx Rahu shot together.

As a result, the water of the sea of blood began to be transformed into demonic energy.

The sea of blood shrank sharply, and countless Asuras were also transformed into demonic qi by the River Styx.

The Asura was originally made of blood and water, and it was all his creation of the River Styx.

He didn't have much affection for these asuras Styx, but Styx still left a few asuras, including the first Asura Bosun made by Styx.

The immeasurable sea of blood turned into immeasurable demonic energy, and Rahu waved his hand, and the demonic qi covered the sky and the earth, blocking Na Hongjun and the saints.

Then Styx walked into the demonic air.

The River Styx was part of the Sea of Blood.

The Sea of Blood and the River Styx are one.

If the River Styx doesn't die, so does the sea of blood!

But when the River Styx entered the demonic aura, the sea of blood naturally withered completely.

The sea of blood withered, and the flood shook.

Although the sea of blood is the gathering place of the filth of the world, the sea of blood is also a part of the original desolation.

The sea of blood is gone, like a piece missing from a wooden barrel.

There is a gap in the flood famine.

The desolate aura began to flow into the void from that gap.

Luo Hu laughed and said: "In the battle of the lich, the heavenly dome is broken, and you can let Nuwa make up for the sky." ”

"But now that the sea of blood is gone, what do you have to fill the gap in the sea of blood. ”

The sea of blood is vast and boundless, and if you want to fill the gap in the sea of blood, you must at least open up a real small world.

Moreover, the River Styx has already entered the demon, and even Hongjun can't create an identical sea of blood again.

If you can't do the same, you have loopholes.

Where Nuwa mends the sky, there is a little spiritual power flowing into the void, and now there is a lack of this sea of blood.

The spiritual power of the Flood Desolation will only become less and less.

"One day, there will be no spiritual power in the wilderness. ”

"When the time comes, it can be called... The end of the law era. ”

"If at the end of the Fa, no one in the world can cultivate the Dao, what kind of Dao Ancestor can you be regarded as a Dao Ancestor!"

"Now that you are in line with the way of heaven, I think I can't beat you. ”

"But at the end of the Dharma, there is no hope of cultivation, so you should seek demons. ”

Rahu smiled: "At that time, I should come out of the chaos." ”

"When the time comes, you and I will be divided into victory and defeat, as well as life and death. ”

"Then whoever wins, you and I, will be whole. ”

"The last winner should be beyond the avenue. ”

Looking at Hongjun falling from the sky, Luo Hu said in a low voice: "I don't know if you Hongjun can be longing and waiting for that day!"

Immeasurable demonic energy broke through the boundary wall of the desolation.

Rahu's incarnation disappeared into the void with the River Styx.

Rahu left, and Hongjun and the saints joined forces to temporarily suppress the missing blood sea space and dispersed.

On Kunlun Mountain, the primitive came to see Lao Tzu.

"Last time Penglai changed greatly, neither my senior brother nor I could deduce what happened to Penglai, but it is certain that the little python must have been greatly created. ”

Lao Tzu said: "He has become a quasi-saint, so it's not appropriate to call him a little python again." ”

Yuan Dao: "It's not appropriate, I already attach enough importance to him when I mention him alone in front of my senior brother, but I still think that my disciple may not be weaker than him." ”

Yuan said: "I have explained and calculated for me dozens of times, and at the beginning I calculated that I had a good chance of winning the teaching, but if today's opportunity is becoming more and more obscure, I look at the future and gradually feel at a loss!"

Yuan said, "So please help me." ”

Lao Tzu nodded slightly: "I will do what I promised you, but how do you want me to help you?"

Yuan thought for a while and said, "I also ask my senior brother to help me shield the heavenly machine, and I am afraid that I will have to take action if necessary." ”

Lao Tzu hesitated and said, "I can personally shoot for you three times." ”

"Three times, enough!" said the primordial word.

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In the West, by the pool of eight treasures of merit.

Then he smiled and said: "The West is barren, and I never thought of beating the East in terms of aura at the beginning. ”

"The way of our waiting, the importance of karma and common retribution, now it is easy to cultivate the way, but in the future, when the aura decreases, I am afraid that the Dharma will be better than that way. ”

Zhun Ti also smiled: "Senior brother and I are both weaker than Sanqing, but if one day the Tao disappears the Buddha, senior brother may not be weaker than Tongtian in the future when he fights alone with me." ”

Then he smiled and said, "As long as you and I can defeat that Tongtian together." ”

Then Zhun Ti summoned the six-winged black mosquito.

This six-winged black mosquito has been in the West for many years, but this black mosquito still does not believe in Buddhism.

It was originally a congenital black mosquito born with anger, and Zhun Ti did not force it to believe in Buddhism.

The door of Buddhism is wide open, and you can become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife, and the door of Buddhism can naturally accommodate its mosquito.

"You were originally a blood sea creation, and now that the River Styx has gone to chaos, you are the only blood sea creature in the flood wilderness. ”

"The sea of blood has been meritorious, the sea of blood is not there, but there is still blood and anger left, if you go to the east and cultivate on the site of the old sea of blood, it will be good for you. ”

The black mosquito was overjoyed.

It was brought to the West by Zhun Ti's blood, but after arriving in the West, how could Zhun Ti suck its blood again.

Not to mention the blood of saints, even ordinary blood, which mosquitoes can't suck.

Now it is natural to be able to go to the East mosquitoes.

It's a pity that there is still a prohibition on quasi-retention in the soul, otherwise it would be better!

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In Zixiao Palace.

Zixiao, the incarnation of divine thunder, came to see Hongjun.

"Dao Ancestor, I am in charge of the heavenly thunder, and I should be the most public. ”

Zixiao said seriously: "The last time I killed the dragon in the middle of the river, I wanted to descend the catastrophe, but no thunder fell. This time, Penglai will have a heavy treasure born, and the treasure will be born, and it should also be robbed. ”

"But there is nothing I can do about it!"

"Dao Ancestor, the robbery should be the most public, but it is difficult to say justice!"

"If it's unfair, why bother!"

Zixiao's face was full of confusion.

Zixiao is the transformation of the divine thunder, and the divine thunder should be ruthless, but now Zixiao is beginning to doubt his existence.

Since she can't do justice, what is the meaning of her thunder tribulation?

Hongjun glanced at Zixiao and said, "You wait, but Heavenly Court is prosperous, I will let you take charge of the rules of heaven, and you can be fair." ”

Can this really be the case? Is there absolute justice in the world?

Zixiao didn't know, but Zixiao had to leave.

After Zixiao left, Hongjun smiled and said: "I lit the divine thunder but began to question me, this is the backlash of your Heavenly Dao itself!"

"It's just that Pangu is dead, the flood has declined, how can you help me!"

Hongjun lowered his head and looked at the flood wilderness.

"I am in charge of the general situation, and the creatures of the desolation are all under control. ”

"I have been in the Tao, and now I am in charge of the Tao, and one day, I will come out of the way of heaven. ”

Heaven is supposed to be ruthless and selfless.

The way of heaven lasts forever, but it is also like a stubborn stone, and there is no human feeling.

No one wants to cultivate to the end just to make a stone, and neither does he Hongjun.

Hongjun is only for detachment.

Merge with the Word, and then come out of the Word.

The Dao of Heaven is not weaker than the Great Dao.

Hongjun is the teacher of saints, but Hongjun is also a saint.

However, when Hongjun walks out of the Heavenly Dao, he Hongjun will transcend the realm of saints.

"You Luo Hu is waiting for the arrival of the end of the law, I Hongjun is actually waiting for the day to come, when the end of the law, the way of heaven is the weakest, and then I Hongjun should come out of the way of heaven!"

"You're counting me, I'm not counting you. ”

It's just that Hongjun still feels a little pity.

"It's a pity that your Pangu is dead, otherwise I would have asked you Pangu at that time. ”

"You Pangu,"

"Do you dare to fight again?"

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