In the desolate Zhoushan Wu Clan station, Yang Yi and Hu Duoer have been staying here for more than a hundred years, and it is time to leave.

In these years, Houtu took the two of them to visit all the twelve tribes of the Wu Clan, and naturally met other ancestral witches during the period, but they only left after a simple greeting. However, the friendship with Houtu has deepened a lot during this time.

Eventually, they returned to the tribe of Houtu and made it clear to her that they were leaving.

"Shouldn't Yang Daoyou and Sister Duo'er stay a few more days? Anyway, they are not in a hurry to travel. Houtu said.

Hu Duoer looked at Houtu, then at Yang Yi, with a tangled face, and finally said:

"I listened to Brother Yang, and he said to stay. ”

Yang Yi looked at Hu Duo'er's appearance, smiled slightly, and then said to Houtu:

"Houtu Daoist friends don't need to stay, we really should go, although there is a lot of time, but the poor Dao also made a plan before traveling, and originally planned to stay in the Wu Clan for so long.

However, it is indeed an unexpected joy to be able to make friends with Houtu Daoists. But now it's time to leave and go to the next place to see. ”

Seeing that Yang Yi spoke in a firm tone, Hou Tu knew that he should indeed have other arrangements, and it was time to leave, so she smiled, and then said:

"Since Daoyou said so, it is not easy for poor Dao to be retained. It's just that recently, Poor Dao has been thinking about it very much, and he has plans to go out for a while, I don't know if I can join you Daoyou?"

"Sister Houtu is going to travel with us? That's great, so that Duo'er doesn't have to be separated from her sister. Hu Duoer was very happy to hear Houtu's words, and took Houtu's hand and said happily.

"Hou Tu Dao friends have plans to travel with us? Poor Dao naturally agrees, and we can also discuss with each other along the way. Yang Yi said with a smile.

"The realm of Taoist friends is so high, I can't see it clearly at all, and the result of discussing the Tao must be that the poor Tao has benefited a lot, and the poor Tao naturally can't ask for it. Huh"

"Sister Houtu, Brother Yang is now the cultivator of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal!" Hu Duoer said proudly.

"Mixed Yuan Realm?" Hou Tu said as he looked at Yang Yi in surprise. Before, she knew that Yang Yi's cultivation must be very high, but she didn't expect that he had broken through to the Mixed Yuan realm, which was equivalent to a saint.

"Hehe, there has been some progress in cultivation, don't be so surprised, I hope that the matter of cultivation will not affect the relationship between all of us in the future. Yang Yi said with a smile.

"Whew!" Houtu took a deep breath and said:

Yang Daoyou broke through the matter of mixed yuan, no one knew about the flood, such a low-key approach, poor Dao admired it very much.

The safety of the road after the trip depends on the Taoist friends. Houtu made a joke, with her own cultivation, who would dare to provoke when she went out.

"Haha, don't worry, there is a poor road, and all the young people will never dare to come to harass the two fairies. Yang Yi also laughed.

"Alright, alright, let's go quickly, don't rub around here, let's talk as we go. Hu Duoer took Houtu's hand and walked towards the outside of the Wu Clan's residence, and Yang Yi followed them with a smile.

There are two flowers, one on each branch. The fall of the Red Cloud Dao people still made the monks on the flood desolation nervous, after all, there are not many people who have cultivated to the quasi-saint realm now.

It can be said that on the flood wilderness, except for the six saints who are high above and do not have many opportunities to make a move, the quasi-saint is the highest combat power in heaven and earth. But even so, there were still people who fell, which had to make the other quasi-saints lift their spirits and retreat and cultivate one by one, preparing to improve their cultivation.

Because for the monks on the flood wilderness, everything is fake, only the strength is true, if you want to not fall into the footsteps of the people of the Red Cloud Dao, you must redouble your efforts and cultivate into a mixed yuan as soon as possible.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, the River Styx has such an idea, since he created the Shura clan last time, he has obtained the merits of the Heavenly Dao, and his cultivation has been in retreat, first, to consolidate the realm, second, to improve the disadvantages of the Shura clan, and thirdly, to think about how to get the merits of the Heavenly Dao again.

Some time ago, the spectacular scene of the five saints coming out together was seen in the eyes of Styx, and he had a way to earn the merits of the Heavenly Dao in his heart, that is, to establish a religion and preach.

This is the inspiration that Sanqinghe received and received and was given to him. Taiqing Laozi established the Humanism, Yuqing Yuanshi established the Sect of Exposition, Shangqing Tongtian established the Interception Sect, and the two people in the West even established the Western Religion; and these people all perfected the operation of the Heavenly Dao through the establishment of the Sect, obtained great merits, and finally became holy.

So during this period of time, Styx has been silently accumulating strength, perfecting his own exercise theory, preparing to establish a sect, preaching the wilderness, and the name has been thought of, it is called the Killing Sect.

Naturally, he didn't have the luxury of hoping that he could be sanctified like Sanqing and them, but he had calculated that after his sect was established, he would be able to improve the Heavenly Dao, and he would definitely be able to obtain the merits of the Heavenly Dao when the time came, and he could also use this to behead his third corpse.

On this day, everything was ready for the River Styx, so he slowly flew to the sky above the sea of blood, he summoned the two spirit swords of Yuan Tu and Ah Bi, put them beside him, and then swore to the sky:

"The way of heaven is above, and now there is an ancestor of the Styx River in the sea of netherworld blood, feeling that the way of heaven is incomplete, and wants to establish a religion, which is called killing. All things are born to support people, and no one has a virtue to repay the sky.

Killing the religion, as the name suggests, kills demons, kills demons, kills witches, *, kills, kills sentient beings, all kinds of things in the world, everything can be killed.

Suppress luck with Yuan Tu and Ah Bi, and kill the sect!"

As Styx's words were finished, a large number of golden clouds of merit really gathered above the sea of blood, and the merits became more and more, and finally reached the same merit he had obtained from founding the Shura clan before, and then they landed one after another, absorbed by the two swords of Styx, Yuan Tu, and Ah Bi.

Styx's cultivation became higher and higher as he absorbed merit, and he was about to summon his third corpse, but in the end, the merit was exhausted, and he couldn't do it.

Styx could only sigh and return to the dojo in the sea of blood. Fortunately, with the help of the merits of the Heavenly Dao, Styx saw his way forward, as long as he cultivated well, there would be a breakthrough one day, which was much luckier than most of the monks in the flood wilderness.

After all, the Tao is the most difficult to find, and some people who have spent their lives in penance cannot figure out where their Tao is. Now Styx just needs a little time, so he thinks about it himself.

The power on the flood desolation has sensed the movement on the sea of blood, some people are envious, and some people don't care, all living beings are in a variety of states.

Houtu, who was traveling with Yang Yi and Hu Duoer, also sensed the behavior of the River Styx, and her mind was suddenly attracted, and an endless sea of blood appeared in her mind, on which countless souls floated, they were polluted by the sea of blood, so they were not allowed to live beyond the life, and they were all miserable.

A tear unconsciously left in the corner of Houtu's eye. Hu Duo'er, who was very close to her, saw the appearance of Houtu, and didn't know why she suddenly became like this, so she asked out loud:

"Sister Houtu, what's wrong with you, you were fine just now, why did you cry all of a sudden?"

Yang Yi also noticed Houtu's situation, but he didn't say anything, but was ready to see what Houtu would do next.

Houtu heard Hu Duoer's voice, came back to his senses, wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and then recovered. She smiled at Hu Duoer, and then said:

"Sister Duo'er, sister is nothing, don't think about it. Then she looked at Yang Yi and said to him:

"Yang Daoyou, this Styx Daoist is a little interesting, before Nuwa became holy, he seized the opportunity to create the Shura clan, so he also got merit; this time he was able to get inspiration from several other saints, founded the Killing Sect, and once again got a lot of merit.

This person has a unique vision and profound strength, but he wants to get acquainted with him. In addition, Poor Dao heard that the sea of blood is boundless, and it is a rare wonder on the flood wilderness, and he has never seen it before.

This time, how about we go in that direction and meet the Styx River people for a while?"

"Why not? Poor Dao originally had the intention of going to the sea of blood, and since Daoist friends are also interested in this, it would be better. This place is still some distance from the Netherworld Blood Sea, let's find a good direction and continue walking. Yang Yi did not object, and said in approval.

At this time, it is not far from the day when the Six Paths are established and the underworld is formed, and Yang Yi calculated this matter early in the morning, so he had the previous trip to the Wu Clan. Looking at Houtu's reaction now, he should have sensed something, so he wanted to go to the sea of blood to confirm.

At that time, after she saw the sea of blood, she was likely to be stimulated, so she created the reincarnation underworld. He must be a witness to such a great event. At the same time, Houtu is kind-hearted and has boundless love, Yang Yi is ready to see if he can save her.

Hu Duoer didn't have any opinions, she followed Yang Yi wherever he went, and besides, she hadn't been to the Netherworld Blood Sea before, so she was also very interested, and she pulled Houtu there to discuss what the Blood Sea looked like, whether it was really out of sight.

Along the way, the three of them were not in a hurry. Although Hou Tu had doubts about the sea of blood in his heart, before he really saw it, everything was vague and unreal. Fortunately, Yang Yi often preaches and preaches the Fa, which broadens Houtu's thinking and horizons, and makes her accumulate a lot of useful knowledge, so she is not impatient, and slowly follows Yang Yi and them towards the sea of blood.

They first arrived at the Lich Battlefield and watched the two clans fight for a while without saying a word, and then continued on their way, finally reaching the edge of the Sea of Blood after decades.

"Wow, the Netherworld Blood Sea is really big enough, it feels like the scope of the East China Sea, boundless. Isn't it, Brother Yang, Sister Houtu?" Hu Duoer looked at the blood-colored ocean in front of him and exclaimed.

However, Houtu on the side did not respond to Hu Duoer's words, but looked fixedly at the sea of blood that had plagued him for a long time, and his heart fluctuated.