Chapter 54 The reaction of all parties, and the land left the Wu clan

After the Styx Ancestor positioned the Rakshasa as the princess of the Asura clan and introduced them to the four of Tianbo Xun, he asked the four of them to stay in the Netherworld Temple and practice with the Rakshasa Woman.

The four of them naturally knew the benefits of cultivating in the Netherworld Temple, the bloody aura here was not only strong, but they could also get the guidance of the Styx Ancestor, they were naturally very happy.

The four of them all nodded in thanks, and the Styx Ancestor just nodded at this and told them to go down and cultivate.

And he himself was standing there pondering, not knowing what he was thinking?

Half an hour later, the Styx Ancestor suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with light and brilliance, looking at somewhere above the sea of blood.

After a few breaths, the Styx Ancestor suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Now that the Asura clan has been founded, next, I should use the Asura clan as the foundation and establish the Asura Sect to enhance the luck of my blood sea." ”

"I just don't know, is there any merit in establishing the religion this time?"

Styx Ancestor's face flashed with a hint of magic.

Although it is only a transformation, there are many benefits in it.

The most important thing is luck, the creation of the clan, the Styx River and the Netherworld Blood Sea have gained a lot of luck, although it is far inferior to the demon race, the witch race and the human race, but at least about one-fifth of the three races.

With such luck, the Netherworld Blood Sea is enough to last for countless generations of immortality, even if the calamity comes, with the blessing of this luck, there is a glimmer of life.

And now, if the Styx Ancestor establishes the Asura Clan as the foundation and establishes the Asura Sect on top of it, the luck of the Styx Sect will be blessed with the Blood Sea and the Styx again.

This is equivalent to the fact that the River Styx only creates one family, which is to get a double share of luck, and there is no need to fight for luck like other powers.

If this is known by other powers, I don't know how I would feel.

It's just that the River Styx has just created a clan, and the merits of the clan have just been obtained, and the Heavenly Dao may no longer reward him for his merits. Even if there were, it was less than one-tenth of the size of his family.

"Whether there is merit or not, luck, but it is necessary. ”

Styx's gaze was firm, blooming with a blood-red light, and his mouth said lightly, his words were full of determination and endless chill.

Subsequently, the Styx Ancestor stepped on the karmic fire red lotus, left the Netherworld Temple, and rose to the sea of blood again.

"From today on, I will establish the Blood Sea Asura Clan as the Asura Sect, and use the Karmic Fire Red Lotus as the thing to suppress the Sect, and look at ......the Heavenly Dao to learn from it."

Styx's deep voice spread out from the sea of blood, the blood of the sea of blood rolling, the waves roaring, and some of the newly gathered ghosts wailed again.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

As soon as the voice of the ancestor of the Styx River sounded, nine thunders immediately sounded above the nine heavens, shaking through the nine heavens and reaching the entire flood and desolation.

Then, the voice of the Styx Ancestor Sect and the power of the Heavenly Dao spread throughout the Flood Wilderness, and all living beings heard his thick and cold words.

Before the desolate creatures had time to think about anything else, they saw another golden light of merit falling in the sky, although this golden light of merit was not big, but it was enough for some of the desolate creatures to blush.

The Flood Desolation, a place near the Western Continent, on the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The Styx Ancestor smiled and collected the merits of the Heavenly Dao into his own merit golden wheel, and once again collected the merits, and the merit golden wheel became more condensed, exuding a stronger aura of merit.

Styx Ancestor nodded secretly, this was not wrong with his guess, the merits of the Heavenly Dao of this founding sect were indeed only equivalent to one-tenth of the Asura Clan he founded.

But he was very happy, because the luck had been gathered far and wide.

Moreover, just after he had just finished establishing the sect, the Asura clan erupted with an extremely strong qi luck, which shook the sea of blood and trembled, and this luck was so strong that the Styx Ancestor did not expect it.

At this point, the Styx Ancestor finally nodded with satisfaction, and sank into the sea of blood again, and he would comprehend the Great Dao in the Netherworld Temple, and he didn't have to pay attention to the rest.

Regardless of the reaction of the major forces in the flood wilderness after he established his religion, even if he knew, he didn't care about it, those powerful people could think whatever they wanted, and if they called, he would not be afraid, after all, his Asura clan was a race that lived by killing.

At this time, the desolate creatures almost exploded, and the Styx Ancestor of the Netherworld Blood Sea actually founded a clan and established another sect in one day, such an initiative was no less than that of all saints.

I thought that although the Styx Ancestor founded a clan that was not as great as Nuwa, since it could still be converted to a sect, they didn't dare to think about such a thing before, after all, Nuwa had never done it.

Therefore, the creatures of the Flood Desolation were extremely impressed by the matter of the Styx Ancestor, and at the same time, they included a great power in the Flood Desolation in their hearts in the list that could not be provoked.

Flood famine, thirty-three days, in the Heavenly Court Treasure Palace.

The ministers bowed their heads and were silent, even Bai Ze, who was resourceful and eloquent, did not speak. And the original demon master was in the middle of the ministers.

Emperor Jun's tiger eyes swept over, and he sighed in his heart, the place of the demon clan was not good, and now there is an Asura clan again, competing for the luck of the flood.

But at this time, in addition to recuperation, the demon clan has no other way.

"Retreat!" Di Jun waved his hand lightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Flood famine, not Zhou Mountain, in the Pangu Palace.

All the ancestors and witches discussed a lot, but there was no good ending.

Fortunately, the sea of blood is in a place where birds don't, and it is a place where birds and insects don't come, and people don't reach it, so there is not much threat to the Wu clan, so after some discussion, all the ancestors and witches went back one after another.

In addition to the demon clan and the witch clan, the rest are the six saints and Penglai.

However, for this matter, Penglai and Nuwa didn't feel anything, this asura clan was born in accordance with the way of heaven, and they have their own reasons, and they don't care about their own affairs.

The Sanqing Saint raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything, as long as the River Styx was not holy, it would not have a big impact on them.

In the matter of luck, the Three Sages thought that their sect was no worse than the Asura Sect, so the Three Sages also ignored it.

However, the two saints of the West are obsessed with the establishment of the Styx Clan.

Zhun Ti's face was gloomy, his eyes were clouded, and his hands were clenched together.

The guide on the side closed his eyes and couldn't see his eyes, but his face was also not good-looking, and he was reading something in a low voice.

The Netherworld Blood Sea is close to the west, and the two saints have never set foot there because of the special reasons there, and they also think that there is only one person in the Styx, although he is powerful, but there is only one person, and he can't make much wind and waves, but he doesn't care.

But now, the Asura Clan he founded under the noses of the two of them and established the Asura Sect, but he robbed the luck of this neighborhood, and they also had fire in their hearts.

Zhun Ti said a word to the guide with a gloomy face, and the two were silent again.

At the same time, in the midst of the desolation, there was a person who left the Wu clan and went to a certain place in the desolate land, it was Houtu, but I don't know, what is she going to do?

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