The Netherworld was originally a world born from the filth of heaven and earth when heaven and earth were first born, and it was filled with netherworld death, and it was a paradise for the souls of the dead.

Later, two innate spirits were born in the sea of blood that gathered the blood of the desolation, and his name was Styx, and he called himself the ancestor of Styx.

There are three supreme treasures in the body, and at the beginning of the flood, when the saints of heaven and earth are vying for the holy position, there is also a great opportunity to ascend to the holy position.

Unfortunately, the luck was not good, so it was difficult to become the first batch of heaven and earth saints when the first time the saint was divided.

And before Haozhuang's first ascension to the holy throne, it coincided with the invasion of demons outside the realm, and the continuous battles in the Pangu Great World, countless quasi-saints, Da Luo-level powerhouses fell.

And the blood water after the fall of the strong man poured into the sea of blood, and it also achieved the holy base of the Styx Ancestor who was integrated with the sea of blood.

After 10,000 years, when the Styx Ancestor advanced to the ancestral world in the Pangu world, he instantly became one of the 49 saints of heaven and earth.

He is known as killing people, killing ghosts, killing demons, killing demons, killing immortals, killing Buddhas, killing gods, killing saints, and killing heaven. The saints disliked it, and the heavens spurned it.

He himself has lived in a sea of blood for a long time, and has never been able to escape. Helplessly, the Holy Fall Tribulation came, and under the guidance of a mysterious force in the chaos, the powerhouses in the heavenly worlds all fell one after another, even the ancestor-level Heavenly Dao Saint Hongjun Ancestor was no exception, not to mention the River Styx?

After the Styx Ancestor fell, he left behind a blood god son to reproduce in the sea of blood. He intended that after being reincarnated and reborn, he would directly rely on the power of the blood sea that would continue for tens of thousands of years in this blood god son to directly ascend to the holy throne, but he didn't want this blood god son to have given birth to his own spiritual wisdom in the long years.

He incarnated as a human and walked in the netherworld occupied by the only surviving powerhouse in the underworld after the dissipation of the underworld.

A few years later, he met the monk in a golden robe. Behind him was a pure white dragon elephant, named Di Ting

I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, and I don't know how many lives the reincarnation of the Blood God Son has gone through. When he set foot in the netherworld again, there was a different kind of kindness.

Looking at the evil ghosts pointing at him around him, his face was without sorrow, joy, disgust, or fear.

He was like a passerby walking in the world, quietly walking to the edge of the sea of blood.

At some point, a splendid palace had been erected there, resplendent in gold, and in the endless sea of blood, full of filth, violence, and ferocity, there was a hint of sacredness.

His body trembled slightly, when he had stayed in the world for a long enough time, and finally got tired of the deceitful rivers and lakes and slashed through the void and came to the desolation, but he suddenly remembered a long, long time ago.

He slowly walked back to the place where he once lived, wanting to meet the person in the depths of his memory.

The memories of many lifetimes overlapped, and I don't know how many years, how many lifetimes of reincarnation, he had forgotten his original identity. I just vaguely remember that in the sea of blood in the netherworld, there is his past.

Just remember that in the depths of the sea of blood, buried a message about where he came from.

Before he could embark on his journey back to the netherworld, he abandoned his friends and his lover. So alone looking for the entrance to the Netherworld, I finally came here.

A statue of a Buddha appeared in front of him, dressed in a golden-red robe, tall and tall, followed by a pure white dragon elephant.

His treasure is solemn, and his face is full of divine light, like the mercy of heaven and earth, and like the ridicule of the world.

Watching the man slowly approach, the towering Buddha finally opened his mouth. "You're back!"

A solemn and kind voice rang in my ears. The man's heart was filled with inexplicable irritation.

He held back his beating heart and looked up at the tall Buddha. After a long time, he slowly spit out a few words: "You are too tall~"

As soon as his words fell, the Buddha's figure began to shrink rapidly, and finally turned into a young man the size of an ordinary person, holding a Zen staff in one hand and a rosary in the other.

He sang softly: "Amitabha." Then he looked up and said to the young man, "After nine thousand lifetimes of reincarnation, it is the first time that you have returned to the Netherworld while you are alive. ”

There was a hint of indifference on the young man's face, and then he looked at the Buddha in front of him with burning eyes, and said, "Are you disappointed?"

His voice was neither sad nor joyful, but it made the faces of those he spoke to stiffen. But he quickly returned to normal, and said softly: "The donor is the lord of the sea of blood, and now that he has returned, it is too late for the poor monk to congratulate, how can there be disappointment!"

As soon as his words fell, the young man slowly spoke: "Back then, you were forced by Rulai to make a vow that hell would not be empty and that you would not become a Buddha, although you gained unparalleled strength, but you also lost the opportunity to become a Buddha and become a saint because of this. Now that you have a great Fa height, but you are still just a bodhisattva, won't you be unwilling?"

After speaking, he continued: "If there is my Blood God Son, no, there is my Styx Ancestor in this netherworld, let you Jizo King Bodhisattva have the means to reach the heavens and dissolve all the beings in the netherworld, I am afraid that you will not be able to achieve the Buddha and ascend to the holy throne after all!"

As soon as his words fell, he let out a long breath like a sigh, and then looked at the man in front of him and said: "You have broken the calculation of this seat, which is the inevitability of the Holy Fall Tribulation, and the deity can't blame you, but if you block the path of the deity again, I'm afraid that between you and me, there will definitely be someone who will be completely wiped out!"

As soon as his words fell, the Jizo King Bodhisattva's body trembled, and he looked up at the man in front of him, and after a long time, he muttered: "How is this possible? Styx Ancestor is obviously a saint, why would he give up the mortal soul fusion formed by the reincarnation of your blood god son? How can you inherit everything from Styx?"

The Styx Ancestor didn't pay attention to his mind anymore, just before he stood in the sea of blood, everything had been remembered by him, whether it was the reincarnation of the Blood God Son by the calculation of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, or the reincarnation of a saint, but because of the hard work in each life, he came to the underworld until he died, and he couldn't find his strength, and finally fell and reincarnated again and again, and finally became a heavenly demon who wandered away from heaven and earth.

Everything was remembered by him, although it was very cruel, but the achievements of the youth, to a certain extent, really need to be thanks to the calculation of the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

It's a pity that between the two, one of them will fail after all. Now it seems that if there were no accidents, the victorious one would have been the Styx!(To be continued.) )