Nineteen floors in the area.

The sea of blood was rushing, the waves were rising, and under the urging of the Styx Ancestor, it spread out in all directions at an extremely alarming speed, the speed was extremely fast, but in a moment, it was already tens of millions of miles in radius.

It's not just about expanding the territory, it's an erosion that occupies the nineteenth layer of hell. Everything within the sea of blood becomes his own and is at his disposal.

And it is not only hell that is dominated, but also the soul. But whoever is touched by the waters of the sea of blood will be swallowed into the sea of blood. As the Styx Ancestor's heart moved at will, the essence of blood condensed, and those souls immediately turned into powerful Shura, with an extraordinary aura.

"Haha!ha~!"

Seeing this, the Styx Ancestor couldn't help but laugh out loud. His blood veins withered, although there were a large number of spirits for him to create the Shura clan. But after all, the sea of blood is not owned by him, but by snatching, and now he can't use it as freely as innate. The strength of the Shura clan created is also limited, and if he doesn't use his own essence and blood, there will be no room for growth.

If you don't have a strong subordinate, many things will be quite troublesome, and if you want to do it with your own essence and blood, it will have a huge impact on your own strength. In such a world, especially in such a critical era, the slightest influence may lead to a catastrophe, and he does not dare to take risks.

But at this moment, Hell has solved this problem perfectly, even better than using essence blood. The soul is a spiritual body, and the sea of blood can condense the body and complement each other. What realm these souls were in their lifetime, they can restore their strength to what realm, and they can continue to cultivate and grow.

What's more, these souls are pure spiritual bodies with no memories. Completely at his own disposal, he will never disobey his orders and die to the ground.

With this hell, even if you haven't controlled the six realms of reincarnation, you are equivalent to mastering a world and becoming an alternative Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and you don't have to become ruthless and desireless.

If the sea of blood is not dry, you will not be destroyed, let alone others, even if the saint arrives here, he will not be afraid at all, and he will become the true lord of heaven and earth, just around the corner.

"Haha, stupid people, fighting for those meaningless false names, when I am done, even the saints can only obey my orders!"

The Styx Ancestor laughed wildly, and his blood was shocked, turning into blood dragons dancing wildly, sweeping in all directions.

Even the death qi was refined by the qi of its sea of blood, making that figure like a demon god of heaven and earth, roaring in the sky.

Just when the Styx Ancestor was once proud, he suddenly heard a Buddha horn coming from the sky.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

With this recitation, a stone house fell from the sky, and with a bang, it landed directly in front of the passage, and nine rays of light rose to the sky, and nine skeleton phantoms hovered in the light. At the door of the stone house, there was a monk who was the king of Shura.

"Shura!"

Styx Ancestor exclaimed, he never thought that this old enemy would appear in Hell at this moment, and his heart was agitated, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He designed all kinds of things in the past, causing the two masters of the blood sea to kill each other, and finally got what he wanted.

He gained a sea of blood, and Shura killed all his relatives to preach, and finally his heart was broken and he almost died. After that, he also escaped into the empty gate, and did not see the Shura King, only the Shura monk. He also thought that Shura would come back one day to take revenge, but with the sea of blood in his hands, he was not afraid at all, but he never expected to meet Shura here, and he couldn't understand how the other party went directly to hell.

Looking at the Styx Ancestor in front of him, King Shura's face was calm, and he said softly: "Nan Wu Amitabha, the donor of the Styx, turn back to the shore!"

"Turn back, ridiculous!" Styx Ancestor laughed: "The opportunity to take charge of the world is right in front of me, how do you let me turn back, and how can I be willing to turn back." Shura, I can calculate you, and I can kill you. Now that the sea of blood is for my use, since you have sent it to the door yourself, then take your life!"

With a loud shout, the sea of blood rushed, turning into a tsunami and reflecting red in all directions.

In the midst of the stone forest.

The sky is still like a curtain, and you can clearly see what the Styx Ancestor is doing outside, and you can also see the sudden arrival of Shurawei. But at this moment, no one has the heart to see what is going on outside.

Master Feng has returned to the wooden box, Yang Fanhai sat on the ground and gasped, Donghuang Taiyi picked up a cup of tea and drank it gently, the fox demon knelt aside and gently removed the tea powder from the teapot, and Hou Tu Niangniang sat on the stone table on the side and swayed her legs, looking like she was watching a good show.

The Kunpeng Dao people are like stone sculptures, with long mouths, frightened faces, and motionless. He saw Yang Fanhai disappear when he rushed into the stone forest, and he had already thought that there would be a mystery in it. But thinking that even the other party is fearless, he is naturally fearless.

No matter what the danger is, I have been mentally prepared, but I didn't expect that when I rushed in, I would see these people.

After escaping from Beiju Luzhou in the past, he also thought back to the events of that day and wondered if he had been deceived, after all, it was impossible for the character of Emperor Taiyi of Yidong to let him go. It's just that for that Demon Emperor, he was so scared that he didn't have the courage to inquire anymore.

And at this moment, looking at the person who tasted tea carefully, Kunpeng Dao believed that he would never admit his mistake again this time. The kind of killing intent hidden after the calm, and the terrifying domineering aura that emanates invisibly, no one else can do it except the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

The time of a cup of tea is not long, but it makes the Kunpeng Dao people seem to have spent centuries, and their hearts are haggard.

Putting down the teacup and looking at the Kunpeng Daoren, Donghuang Taiyi smiled slightly: "National teacher, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

However, a smile made the Kunpeng Daoist tremble, and exclaimed, "Zhaoming......"

Donghuang Taiyi shook his head: "National Teacher, with our relationship, this name is not suitable for you to shout, you ...... Call me Donghuang!"

With a wave of his hand, he sent all the tea sets on the tea table to the distance, and the fox demon on the side hurriedly took out a guqin and put it on the tea table.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and when I see the national teacher again, I can't help but think of the day I stayed in the Nine Heavens, how happy I am to wait for the fencing to sing!"

Donghuangtai sat down as she spoke, and put her hand on the strings: "It's rare to see the national teacher again, the demon song is afraid to become a loud sound, I don't know if I am lucky enough to invite the national teacher to sing another song today?"

As he spoke, without waiting for the Kunpeng Daoist to respond, he was already plucking the strings.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of the wooden fish outside also came, and it matched with the sound of the piano, releasing a strange melody that made people tremble.

Donghuang Taiyi opened his mouth and sang softly: "The flood has been up and down for hundreds of millions of years, the rats and wolves have been running for three thousand years, the blood of the royal family is gone, and the general is panicking. ”

The melody fluctuated the heartstrings, and the Kunpeng Daoist looked inexplicable, and when the voice of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi fell, he couldn't help but chant softly: "Bow your head and bow your eyebrows for three thousand years, and now my demon clan is in turmoil." Take off and sway 90,000 miles, and it is not too much to kill the enemy. The wind drums for the thunder, laughs and sings with the heroes. ”

This is the song of the demon clan, not made by any musician, but by the surging heart of that day.

On that day, the three heroes of the demon clan, Di Jun, Donghuang, Shura, and he, the national teacher of the demon clan, gathered together to repel the strong men from all sides who joined forces to kill. Prideful and energetic.

On that day, at the top of Buzhou Mountain, the top of the world, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi rang the bell, the Emperor of Heaven was fencing, and the King of Shura was beating drums.

And now, Dijun is dead, Shura has taken refuge, and it seems that only the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and his Kunpeng Dao people have remained unchanged, but it seems that everyone has also changed dramatically.

It's just that the bell is no more, the sword is no more, the drum is no more, only the sound of the bamboo strings, and the bursts of wooden fish. The glory of the past seems to be drowned in this soft sound.

After the Kunpeng Daoist finished singing, no one spoke, Yang Fanhai suddenly remembered that day he sang demon songs with Lu Zhuan Daojun and Hongyuan, and Lu Zhuan Daojun intended to teach himself, I'm afraid it was for today.

Immediately, he stiffened his head and sang in a deep voice: "Zhuanghuai fiercely looks up to the sky and roars, and his anger rushes to the crown of clouds." I have seen the golden scales of the sea and the waves, and I have seen the sky of Phoenix Tianyu Town. ”

"Qilin Tower Mountain, the vast wilderness, the depths of the East China Sea, is not only the abbot. ”

This is the words of the Emperor of Heaven, and today he is already a soul who does not know where to go, and no one will sing it, so he will sing it.

"The thousand-year-old war has not been cold, what hope is there after not winning today!"

"Jun asked why he practiced, Dapeng spread his wings and hated the sky!"

"Jun asks why you practice, not for the sky, for the people!"

"Jun asks why the cultivation is, Bliss to the west and I to the east!"

“......”

The national teacher is no more, only Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi, not Zhaoming, Shura refuge, Jiuhua monks, and the words of the emperor sung by others.

The bell has become a string sound, and the drum has become a wooden fish, which demon song is almost reproduced in such a situation.

"The remnant sun is like blood, the banner hunting, the ancient demon soul, the co-casting is not good!"

A demon song finally ended, and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi pressed his hands on the strings, looked up, and his eyes fell on the figure of the Shura King in the sky.

The Eastern Emperor Shura, with deep brotherly love, is known to everyone who has experienced that era. There was once a cloud: If you want to kill the Eastern Emperor, kill Shura first, which can be seen in general.

But others are others after all, and only the two of them can understand how precious and deep that brotherhood is.

In the past, Shura killed his relatives, depressed, and strange Buddhism. Donghuang Taiyi was still sad in his heart at that time, and felt that it should not be like this. But now, goodbye brother, there is only one thought in my heart: it's good to live!

I've lost so much that I can't afford to lose anything.

I have also carried too much, and today I must liquidate some.

The heart was agitated, the flames in his hands rushed, the guqin was burned into ashes, the proud figure stood up, brushed the hair with one hand, broke a few, and then flew in front of the Kunpeng Daoist, burning the fire, like a spark falling a little bit.

"Kunpeng Daoist, today you and I are absolutely righteous, and we will never die!"

Proud as iron bones, its voice is loud.

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Happy New Year, today is updated to the finale, everyone can watch it slowly on New Year's night!