The Sea of Blood is the embodiment of Pangu's physical body, the most filthy place in the Flood World, and it is also an indispensable existence in the Nine Netherworlds.

With the cycle of reincarnation, six cycles, a shallow river water re-flows from the dry channel, and when it soaks into this desert, it turns into viscous blood water.

These blood and water are the embodiment of the resentment of sentient beings, who go from birth to death, carrying all their obsessions and resentments from the yang world to the yin division, and then from death to life, abandoning the memories of the past, and gaining a new life from the six realms of reincarnation.

And the grievances and memories abandoned by sentient beings are integrated into the rushing waters of the Huangquan River, and the end point is this sea of blood that was born in the flesh of Pangu and has become a part of the sea of blood.

The heart of the Styx River who was forbidden by Zhou Bai moved slightly, and there was a hint of joy on his withered face, and when the Yellow Spring entered the sea, he could naturally feel that the sea of blood that was almost dry had stopped drying up, and was slowly recovering with the power of the Yellow Spring.

Although I don't know how long it will take to recover to the original boundless ocean, it can be regarded as having a glimmer of hope and expectation, and it is a big deal to sleep for hundreds of millions of years, and then wake up after the sea of blood is full.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the blocked qi machine loosened slightly, and the Styx Daoist looked around with a solemn gaze, trying to drive the mana into the desert.

Unexpectedly, an illusory figure appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

The eyes of the Styx River People narrowed slightly, and they carefully looked at the phantom in front of them, because the phantom body did not exist, causing it to be transparent throughout, and it was impossible to see the appearance and clothing, and the surrounding void was full of disorderly ripples, only a red gourd was recognized by the Styx River People in the fluctuations of light and shadow.

"Red Cloud ....." There is no doubt that this magic weapon is the ninety-nine scattered gourd of the Red Cloud Dao people, the eyes of the Styx Dao people are solemn, and a frightened look flashes in their eyes, this gourd is obviously in the hands of the red jade, why does it appear here?

Not to mention...... The Styx Daoist stared at the phantom that was walking slowly, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was forbidden by the aura that had not yet dissipated, and he couldn't move.

The Ninety-Nine Scattered Gourd had obviously been completely destroyed by the self-explosion of the Red Cloud Dao people, and there were no scars or cracks on the surface of the gourd in the phantom's hand.

The Red Cloud Dao people smiled indifferently, although their appearance and posture were obscured by the disorderly ripples, but the Styx Dao people could still feel that the Red Cloud Dao people were smiling, and it was this long-lost familiarity that made him truly confirm the identity of the Red Cloud Dao people.

The people of the Styx Dao were shocked, the people of the Red Cloud Dao in the past blew themselves up and died, and the Hongmeng purple qi in their bodies disappeared together, even if all the saints searched for tens of thousands of years, they did not find a trace of remnants.

Now it seems that the reason why he couldn't find him after searching all over the flood wilderness is because he left the flood wilderness under the protection of Hongmeng purple qi with his original self-explosion.

The essence of light flashed in his eyes, and the Styx Daoist raised his voice and said: "It is really gratifying that the Red Cloud Daoist has returned to the Flood Wilderness, even if there is only a wisp of remnants left, it is okay, the Daoist friend has the protection of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and he will definitely be able to recover his original spirit in the six reincarnations and prove the Heavenly Dao." ”

The heavy damage has not healed, and the people of the Styx River spread the sound with the little mana left, although they cannot penetrate the barriers of the two realms to reach the desolation, but they can also spread throughout the netherworld and reach the depths of hell.

For a while, countless streamers scattered out from the Yin Division, and all the forces from all sides were dispatched, ignoring the obstruction of the Yin Division Shinto, and passed the news of the 'Red Cloud Dao People' and the 'Hongmeng Purple Qi' to all parts of the Flood Wilderness.

The Red Cloud Dao people ignored the actions of the Styx Dao people, and walked slowly, and the gourd on his waist was slowly removed.

The face of the Styx Daoist changed slightly, he had fought with the Red Cloud Dao people many years ago, in the past, Emperor Jun and Kunpeng besieged Red Cloud with him, although the Red Cloud was steadily suppressed with the strength of the three of them, but now Emperor Jun has long been dead, Kunpeng also fell a few months ago, and even his strength has fallen to the Golden Immortal due to injury.

Fortunately, the people of the Red Cloud Dao are no longer the quasi-saint cultivators of the past, and now they have an ethereal breath, like ordinary ghost remnants, only the instinct of obsession remains, which gives the people of the Styx Dao a trace of life.

The people of the Styx River were moved, and the blood behind them was hooked into a line, deep into the desert, and continued to spread towards the entrance of the Yellow Spring.

The blood stains left in the Blood Sea Desert also immediately migrated towards his location, only need to delay for a moment, and when the blood stains communicate with the Yellow Spring, he can fake his death and escape, hide in the Yellow Spring and swim upstream, slowly recovering his strength in the six reincarnations.

The location where the Red Cloud Dao people appeared was the place where Zhou Bai and Hongyu disappeared, less than a hundred zhang away from the Styx Dao people, and the distance of three hundred meters was in the blink of an eye, and when the Styx Dao people had just been arranged, the Red Cloud Dao people had already walked in front of him.

During this time, while exploring the location of the Yellow Spring in the depths of the desert with bloodstains, the Styx Dao people paid attention to the behavior of the Red Cloud Dao people, especially the scattered gourd in his hand, which made him jealous the most.

The breeze suddenly rose, and a wisp of fresh wind suddenly blew in the desert, which was like mist, and this sudden fog was fine red sand.

The hearts of the people of the Styx River were tight, and they saw that the scattered gourd in Hongyun's hand had turned into dust with the breeze at some point, and the red dust was rolling, and the fine sand was like a knife.

With each slash, it was the dissolution of the flesh and blood of the Styx.

Not only was the physical body injured, but also the soul was constantly damaged in this red sand, and the unbearable pain made the people of the Styx River look hideous and clenched their teeth.

It's not that he is determined, but once he opens his mouth to exhale bitterly, the fine red sand will gush into his throat with the breeze, and the five internal organs in his body will also be injured.

There is more and more red sand, and the clear fog gradually becomes a dense fog.

The Styx River Man stood with bated breath, and Red Cloud stopped five steps in front of him.

The existence of things in the world is reasonable.

The fragrance of grains is only due to the fertile soil, the perfection of yin and yang, and the cycle of life and death, which is the common sense of heaven.

The sea of blood is the most filthy place in the flood famine, and it is also the indispensable place of the flood famine, without the sea of blood, where should these resentful and turbid gases that cannot be overflowed go?

This is a desolate garbage dump, filthy and filthy, but indispensable.

This is known to all the powers in the world, so as long as it is not a cause and effect that never ends, no one wants to have a grudge against the Styx Dao people, and the Styx Dao people are also cautious by nature, and rarely leave the Netherworld Blood Sea, except for the two times when they went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, the third time was to intercept and kill the Red Cloud Dao people.

The cause and effect that was formed hundreds of millions of years ago should have been eliminated with the death of Red Cloud, but he never thought that the people of Red Cloud Dao would return again and personally came to the door.

The prohibition set by Zhou Bai is like the heavenly dao deterrence of the saint in person, and the body of the Styx Dao people is forbidden and cannot be moved, it is the slight loosening of the red cloud when it appears, so that he can recover a trace of mana, and now with the power of the sea of blood gathered, he cannot stop the power of the scattered gourd.

The red sand is like smoke, the red sand is like rain, and it is in this smoke and rain that the flesh and bones of the people of the Styx River are all crushed, and even the only remaining divine soul is completely eliminated in the red sand and no longer exists.

The red sand swept the heavens and the earth, and the entire desert also moved with the wind, turning into a huge tornado, re-dew the bottom of the once blood sea, and piling up endless yellow sand in the wasteland outside the beach, forming a glazed mountain range.

The mountain is transparent, the color is red and fire, and after 10,000 years of evolution, it is covered by the ashes and dust of the netherworld, and it becomes a new Yin Mountain.

A ray of red light flowed out from the depths of the mountain, and together with the Twelve Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus, it suppressed in the heart of the Blood Sea, waiting for the Blood Sea to fill up again and a new creature to be born again.

On the top of the glazed mountain, a man and a woman walked out of the void, their fingers interlocked, and their figures clinging closely.

Looking down, the turbid water of the Yellow Spring flowed under the Liuli Mountain, and the countless resentful spirits in the river were melted away by the red light in the Liuli Mountain, and filled into the sea of blood.

Ruby sighed, "When the sea of blood is filled, the River Styx will be resurrected, is this cause and effect really over?"

Zhou Bai smiled slightly, tightened the Rouyi in his palm, and said with a smile: "The Styx River people are countered with their lives, even if the blood sea is pregnant again, they are no longer the original Styx River people." ”

Zhou Bai's gaze swept from the center of the sea of blood, took Hongyu's hand and turned to leave, as for the gourd on Hongyu's waist, he also buried it at the foot of Liuli Mountain, waiting for the sleeping person in the sea of blood to come and collect it.

"Na, Zhou Bai. Hongyu looked up at Zhou Bai's side face, and her eyes flowed, like a clear stream flowing into Zhou Bai's heart.

Zhou Bai looked at Hongyu suspiciously, Hongyu shook her head, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a mischievous smile, "It's nothing." ”

Zhou Bai blinked, and wanted to ask again, but Hongyu pulled his arm into the spatial crack and disappeared into the netherworld.

Whether the Hongyun Dao people are Zhou Bai's previous life, this question is no longer necessary to ask when Hongyu snuggled in Zhou Bai's arms and felt the touch of body temperature between the two.

Just like what Zhou Bai told her more than once.

He is Zhou Bai, not a native of Red Cloud Dao.

Leaving the Netherworld, the two did not rush to the desolate world, but passed through the heavenly realm and entered the chaos.

As soon as they entered the chaos, the ease on Zhou Bai and Hongyu's faces immediately disappeared, and the chaotic thunderclouds in front of them surged, and the undercurrent was surging.

A formidable and majestic thunderbolt wandered through the chaos like a dragon, and each time it circled, the thunderclouds absorbed by his body increased his size by a point.

The two glanced at each other, and Hongyu said anxiously: "The teacher is in trouble!"

If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao people to take action personally, how could they stop the other saints, and if he hadn't left the Zixiao Palace, how could the Heavenly Dao gather such a terrifying Zixiao Divine Thunder?

Zhou Bai nodded, the Tongtian Sect Master made a move for him, this favor and cause and effect, he saw it in his eyes.

With a solemn expression, Zhou Bai's sleeves were full of light, and a light gray light rose from behind him, spreading left and right into a huge vortex, and in an instant, the suction like a black hole was generated from the vortex, and countless thunderclouds were all included in it, and the thunder and lightning dragons that gathered to the size of thousands of zhang were also constantly swallowed and absorbed by the vortex in the struggle.

The dragon roared incessantly, each of which shook the world, but how could the whirlpool from which the light could not escape allow the thunder to disperse?

Every wail was forcibly cut off by the vortex within 10,000 miles, Hongyu looked at the scene in front of her in horror, although she felt that Zhou Bai was a little different from before, she never thought that Zhou Bai's strength had reached this level.

"Are you sanctified?" Ruby murmured.

Zhou Bai smiled indifferently, touched his nose and said, "Not yet." The palm of his hand was spread out, and a wisp of lilac streamer lay quietly in his palm, as if he felt a familiar breath, and an extremely powerful aura came from the depths of chaos, and the purple streamer trembled suddenly, and flew towards chaos at an extremely fast speed.

However, Zhou Bai had already arranged a shield in the palm of his hand, and before the streamer could regain his palm, he hit the transparent shield, and with a bang, the purple light shattered, and the broken powder was sprinkled and then gathered together, returning to its previous state.

This breath failed to recall the Hongmeng purple qi, but it sensed the wailing of the Zixiao Divine Thunder.

For a while, the thunderclouds that lingered in the distance dissipated instantly, and under the suspicious gaze of the saints, a golden giant eye slowly opened in the direction of the edge of chaos.

Sensing the violent fluctuations in the distance, the guide showed sadness, sighed and took back the guide flag in his hand, and said urgently: "Senior brother, why do you stop..... " Obviously, he has forced the Tongtian Dao people to a dead end, and when the divine thunder falls, even if Tongtian is a Heavenly Dao saint, he will be knocked down from the holy position, and there will be no immortal and immortal body.

This question Yuan Shi Tianzun also wanted to ask the Taiqing Sage, because at the same time as the Sage was leading to stop, the Taiqing Sage also put away his own spiritual treasure.

The Taiqing Sage noticed Yuan Shi Tianzun's gaze, sighed lightly, shook his head, and did not speak.

A relieved smile appeared on the face of the Tongtian Sect Master in the center of the four people, this sword failed to shoot after all, and he failed to test the true power of the Heavenly Dao.

At the same time as the Zixiao Divine Thunder gathered, his attention had already shifted from the four saints to the Heavenly Dao, as a sword cultivator, he wanted to explore the true Sword Dao.

Before he got the Zhuxian Sword Array, the sword path that the Tongtian Sect Master was proud of was his own sword path, and after getting the Zhuxian Sword Formation from the hands of Hongjun Daoist, he was lost in the sword formation of the 'Four Saints Unbreakable'.

The battle of the gods was the time when all his pride was completely shattered, the sect of the Ten Thousand Immortals Dynasty was shattered, and the unbreakable Zhuxian Sword Array of the Four Saints was divided among the saints, and even his disheartened desire to re-establish the world was forced to terminate under the appearance of Hongjun Daoren.

After nearly 10,000 years of close closure, it took him 5,000 years to comprehend the Hongmeng Sword Intent to replace the four swords of Zhuxian and fill the formation diagram.

After 5,000 years, he abandoned the sword formation diagram and returned to his pre-sanctified self-sword path.

That is, the current sword, he doesn't know if the path he is taking is right, the road is endless, and there is no turning back.

"Senior brother, you have accepted a good disciple. The Taiqing Daoist turned to leave, and his tone changed from ordinary to bland, to a little fluctuating and lost.

After hundreds of millions of years of seeking the Tao, in the end I am just walking the old path of the teacher, and the end point has been blocked by the teacher, where is my way out?

Yuan Shi Tianzun looked at the departing Taiqing Daoist in surprise, this one turned around, and the Taiqing Daoist suddenly became much older.

At the bottom of the mountain, he could only see the Taiqing Daoist walking down from the top of the mountain in frustration, completely unaware of what kind of despair existed on the top of the mountain.

Then he smiled bitterly: "In the end, we are all wrong. ”

Among the six saints, although the strength of the leading saint is not the strongest, the realm is already no different from Taiqing, and in the fluctuations scattered from afar, the two of them are naturally clearer than Yuan Shizhun Ti.

Whether it was Zhou Bai's realm at this time, or the Hongmeng purple qi in his hands that was struggling with all his might.