The Netherworld Sea of Blood, cut off from life, can be described as a Jedi of death in the midst of the desolation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, on this day, a lonely figure full of death and despair came here.

It was a woman, a woman dressed in tatters, with a terrible fiery aura of smoke and flames. Her eyes were dark red and confused, and she walked like this, unable to remember how long she had walked or how far she had walked. In her vague memory, she still vaguely remembered that a small tribe of the human race, countless demon clans came, and one by one the clansmen and relatives fell in a pool of blood, and only she escaped...

Run, run.. I don't know how long she has fled, how many dangers she has encountered, and with a desire for life, she struggled on the death line again and again. Even at one point, she felt like she was dead. Maybe he was really dead, but how could he have come to this Jedi who died in the middle of the wilderness?

Yes.. On the shore of the sea of blood, there was no way forward, and when she stopped, she suddenly raised her head and let out a low hoarse roar of pain and despair.

That roar, due to the isolation of the Great Array of the Blood Sea, no one in the Asura clan in the Blood Sea heard it. However, in the sea of blood, there was still one person who heard it, and that was the Yuan Tu Taoist who was preaching in the Great Hall of the Blood Sea for the four major Shura kings, the elite of the Asura clan, and the ancestors of Zhu Yan and Pan Wang.

"The voice.." The Yuan Tu Daoist, who suddenly stopped preaching, closed his eyes and sensed carefully, and suddenly saw the desperate and screaming woman on the shore of the sea of blood. No, maybe you shouldn't call her a woman, because she can't really be counted anymore.

After a while, the Yuan Tu Daoist, who sighed lightly, couldn't help but instruct Zhu Yan, a handsome and demonic man in a blood robe: "Zhu Yan, there is a living spirit on the shore of the sea of blood, since you come to my sea of blood, you will have a fate with me, you bring it to me." ”

"Yes, teacher!" Zhu Yan, who responded respectfully, couldn't help but get up curiously and hurriedly left the Blood Sea Hall, heading towards the shore of the Blood Sea.

Not long after, Zhu Yan returned, still with the woman in tattered clothes and a dead and desperate atmosphere.

The Yuan Tu Daoist looked at the woman, and the woman was also looking at the Yuan Tu Daoist, and seemed to feel some familiar death and killing aura on the Yuan Tu Daoist, which made her confused mind slightly regain some consciousness: "You..."

"I'm the Ancestor of the Styx, kid, I'm tired, right? Stay, be my disciple," Yuan Tu Daoist said in a rare gentle voice as he looked at the woman.

The woman was silent for a moment, then knelt down silently, and kowtowed to the Yuantu Daoist without saying a word, as if she was a little bad at words.

Yuan Tu Daoren nodded slightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "From now on, you will be the seventh disciple of my seat, and I will give you the name Nulu!"

"Female.. The woman who slowly raised her head and muttered to herself in a daze, then replied respectfully: "Yes, many.. Thank you, teacher!"

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Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and the Heavenly Court, the demon clan is doing their best to refine the witch slaying sword, and it is finally done.

In the Golden Crow Palace, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng and the remaining five demon saints of the demon clan gathered to celebrate the completion of the witch slaying sword.

"The power of the Witch Slayer Sword is even greater than we imagined. However, it is still not so easy to destroy the Wu Clan," Di Jun's eyes flashed with tyranny: "The Twelve Ancestral Witches, all of them are in the Great Array, and it is really a bit troublesome. If you can get rid of an ancestral witch, then..."

Kunpeng suddenly chuckled and said, "Demon Emperor, actually, it is not difficult to get rid of an ancestral witch. Among today's twelve ancestors, Gonggong and Zhu Rongshui are incompatible, and the contradiction has been a long time. We only need to provoke a little to provoke them to fight each other, and then we can reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

"Okay, then this matter will be left to you to do it. If he can succeed, the demon master will have made a great contribution to my demon clan," Di Jun said in surprise.

Just a few months later, an earth-shattering battle broke out in the midst of the desolation. There are only two people on both sides of the war, but they are both quasi-saints whose strength is comparable to that of a quasi-saint, and the fight shakes the mountains, which is the co-worker Zhu Rong among the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan.

Gonggong and Zhurong, who fought because of a little contradiction, soon became a real fire, without a trace of concern. The two of them fought and left, until they reached Buzhou Mountain, and there were many creatures in the place where they passed, and the situation was not much better than the original ten little golden crows.

Both of them have become the true body of the 100,000-zhang tall ancestral witch, punch and kick, each attack is terrifying, and the mountains collapse, the rivers flow backwards, the earth shook, the sky shattered, the power of water and fire in the sky was agitated, thunder and lightning flashed, black clouds rolled, and the storm swept away, as if they had fallen into the end of the world for a while.

Roar.. was beaten by Zhu Rong's full force and was a little embarrassed co-worker, and suddenly went crazy and ran directly towards Zhu Rong desperately.

Looking at the crazy co-workers, Zhu Rong, who instinctively flew back and dodged, didn't expect the co-workers to be red-eyed, and they actually crashed headlong into Buzhou Mountain.

"What are you crazy about this Gonggong and Zhu Rong? Why did you fight? Yuan Shi Tianzun, who had long been aware of the battle between the two, only frowned and was dissatisfied at first and didn't think much about it, but soon he felt that the ground was shaking, and the whole Buzhou Mountain trembled: "This co-worker, is it crazy?

Some of the frightened Yuan Shi Tianzun didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly used his means to protect the Yuxu Palace and the disciples of the Yuxu Sect.

Bang.. With an earth-shattering loud noise, Buzhou Mountain collapsed violently, the sky shook and crumbled, the sky seemed to leak a big hole, and the weak water in the Tianhe River rushed down, turning into a monstrous water and sweeping towards the entire flood wilderness. Now, in just a short period of time, there are not many creatures who died due to the flood, and a strong evil aura spread in the flood.

Zhu Rong was stunned, and he broke the co-workers who were not lightly injured in Zhou Mountain, shook his head and looked at the endless weak water flowing above the nine heavens in a daze.

All the great powers in the desolation, including the saints, were stunned one by one. Immediately afterward, the faces of the saints turned ugly. Even the saints didn't know what to do for a while.

Airplanes.. With the invisible spatial fluctuations, a figure appeared under the hole in the sky, it was the Qiankun Ancestor.

The moment it appeared, the Qiankun Ancestor directly turned his hand and took out the Qiankun Ding, and the mana of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortal was urged, making the Qiankun Ding instantly turn into a mountain, and the Dingkou generated infinite suction, including all the nine weak waters that fell from the sky.

"Innate supreme treasure?" all the saints couldn't help but be shocked when they felt the terrifying power of that Qiankun Ding, and then they didn't think much about it, and they all hurriedly took action.

A picture scroll unfolds between heaven and earth, showing the scene of desolate mountains and rivers, which is Nuwa's map of mountains and rivers. At the same time, a golden bridge connects heaven and earth, making heaven and earth re-stabilize, and fixing the earth's wind, water, and fire energy of the riot. Immediately afterwards, the Pangu Flag, the Zhuxian Array, the Twelve Meritorious Golden Lotus, the Blue Lotus Treasure Flag, and the Twelve Rank Fire Red Lotus, all the saints sacrificed their strongest defensive treasures to jointly resist the weak water and stabilize the heavens and the earth.

Above the Nine Heavens, in the Heavenly Court, because of the weak water pouring out, the Nine Heavens Gangfeng Thunder and Fire energy exploded, and Di Jun also didn't care about falling into the well to deal with Gonggong Zhurong, and hurriedly sacrificed the Chaos Bell to protect the Heavenly Court.

At the same time, several figures also appeared on the Nine Heavens Void, which were the Three Qings, the Two Sages of the West, Nuwa, and the Yuantu Daoren. Looking at the big hole above the Nine Heavens and the Nine Heavens where the weak water was surging, their faces were very unpleasant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if the mountains do not fall, the flood is in danger of overturning, and the weak water of the nine days is pouring into the flood famine, we must fill the gap, otherwise the creatures of the flood will be submerged sooner or later, and the casualties will be heavy, and we will not be able to explain to the teacher at that time!" Lao Tzu said to the saints.

Nuwa immediately said: "I have an innate multicolored stone that is contaminated with the pure qi of heaven and earth, which can make up for the lack of the sky, but it is not easy to refine the multicolored stone. ”

"My Qiankun Ding, I can borrow it from you," Qiankun Ancestor said without hesitation: "I will take back the Qiankun Ding, and please block the Nine Heavens Weak Water together first." ”