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Chapter 244: The Saint Zhunti also came to the blood sea
Although the sea of ​​blood is filthy, it also has its charm.

Just like people eat grains and cereals, they also have their own reincarnation.

This is inevitable.

You cannot hate the Netherworld Blood Sea just because of its own characteristics.

"There are no spiritual objects here. Please enjoy this cup of Snow Lotus Spirit Tea, Emperor of Heaven."

The Styx presented a blood lotus, which contained a light red elixir.

This is the thousand-petal lotus in the sea of ​​blood, and a drop of pure water condenses from it every day.

However, everything has its limits.

The blood in the sea of ​​blood is all filthy.

But there is a thousand-petal lotus that can condense the filth into essence and turn it into pure water.

This dew can condense the spirit, making people clear-minded and unaffected by external demons.

It is also a great wonder.

Although it is useless for people with great supernatural powers like Minghe and Dijun, it can still satisfy their appetite.

Di Jun took a sip, felt his soul refreshed, and nodded towards the Ming River.

"Good water!"

Seeing Di Jun praising him so much, the face of the old man of the Styx showed a bit more pride.

Di Jun was the first guest of the Sea of ​​Blood.

He also took a sip of the spiritual tea, looked at Di Jun, and asked:
"I wonder what instructions the Emperor has for you today?"

"I came here for two things."

Di Jun did not hesitate and stretched out two fingers.

"Please give your orders, Emperor of Heaven."

The old man of the Styx did not hesitate at all, nor did he intend to refuse.

Di Jun came to him in person and gave him enough face.

Even if it was about the cause and effect of the great expedition, he would definitely agree to it.

That is the level of cultivation and opportunity that could not be obtained even after millions of years of practice.

If we can pay some of the debt back through this incident, it will be a happy thing.

"Fellow Daoist, are you willing to go to my heaven and sit on the throne?"

After Emperor Jun said this, the ancestor of the Styx was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Di Jun actually invited him to join the Heavenly Court.

For a moment, he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I'm really not good at court affairs."

"And I am devoted to the Dao, and have no other intentions."

"If the Emperor of Heaven has any other arrangements, I will definitely help you with all my strength."

"But joining the Heavenly Court, really, really..."

There was some embarrassment on Minghe's face.

Just now he was thinking that no matter what Di Jun proposed, he would help with all his strength.

But it is indeed difficult to let oneself join the heaven.

He was used to a free and easy life and was unwilling to join the Heavenly Court.

"You don't have to do this, fellow Daoist. It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

Emperor Jun never forces others.

The ancestor of the Styx was unwilling to join the Heavenly Court, and he did not force him.

After all, he became an immortal in the sea of ​​blood, and when he came to the Heavenly Palace, they had to kowtow and pay respects to him and work for him.

There will naturally be some differences in sensory perception.

Seeing that Di Jun was so open-minded, the ancestor of the Styx breathed a sigh of relief.

He bowed to Emperor Jun again and performed a salute.

"Thank you, Heavenly Emperor. I wonder if you have anything else to ask? I will definitely do it for you."

The ancestor of the Styx quickly asked about the second question.

"I would like to borrow your two swords, Avici and Yuantu."

Di Jun explained the second thing.

"I see."

Emperor Jun wanted to borrow the innate spiritual treasure, but the ancestor of the Styx did not say much.

With a turn of his sleeves, the two emerald green swords appeared in his hands and were presented to him directly.

Di Jun took the sword and did not leave.

He sat cross-legged here, ready to study the two magic swords of Avici and Yuantu.

See how this innate spiritual treasure can destroy the immortal body.

When the ancestor of the Styx saw that Di Jun did not leave, but just comprehended the mysteries of the sword in front of him, he felt relieved.

Although Minghe was not worried.

He knew that Di Jun was already a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and the magic weapon in his hand was more magical than other ones.

But these two swords were treasures created by Minghe since he was born, and he had feelings for them long ago. Emperor Jun was like this, and Zhunti had a better impression of him.

At this time, the Taoist Zhunti had already arrived at the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood.

Seeing the filth all over the sea of ​​blood, he frowned, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"It's really a filthy place!"

Taoist Zhunti snorted softly.

But this time he was recruiting the ancestor of the Styx.

Thinking of this, he temporarily suppressed his disgust.

"Friend Minghe is here, so please come to the Western Paradise in advance."

After becoming a saint, the Taoist Master Zhunti was naturally much more proud than before.

At this time, he spoke his own name loudly, and his voice floated over the sea of ​​blood.

The ancestor of the Styx was in the sea of ​​blood. When he heard that the saint was coming, his expression changed slightly and he looked at Di Jun hurriedly.

"Fellow Daoist, go on your own!"

Emperor Jun was only contemplating the two magic swords, and did not care at all about the arrival of the saint.

"Excuse me!"

The ancestor of the Styx flew out into the sea of ​​blood.

When he saw Zhunti, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Saint!"

Zhunti bowed his head.

"You are too polite, my friend. You and I are both guests of Zixiao Palace. We are from the same sect. Why should we be so polite?"

Zhunti smiled.

"When the saint arrives, the sea of ​​blood will shine."

"Please, Saint, go down to the sea of ​​blood for a while."

Minghe smiled slightly, looked at Zhunti, and invited him.

A trace of disgust flashed in Zhunti's eyes.

He is a supreme saint, how could he go to such a filthy place?

Styx is so rude.

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist."

"I came here to invite you to enter Mount Xumi and sit on a venerable seat. Are you willing?"

Zhunti had no intention of going into the sea of ​​blood, she just wanted to explain her purpose.

In his opinion, the saint came in person, which gave enough face to the Styx, so the Styx should just go with the flow and agree to it.

"The Saint's invitation should not have been rejected by the Styx."

"But I am the master of the Netherworld Blood Sea. How can I abandon my own destiny and join Xumi?"

"I am even more afraid that if I become filthy, it will be difficult for me to enter the Pure Land."

Minghe refused directly.

He had no intention of joining other forces.

Secondly, he saw the disgust in Zhunti’s eyes just now.

Even the Emperor of Heaven doesn't despise my sea of ​​blood, but you, a mere saint, are disgusted by it?
"You are obsessed with appearances, fellow Taoist."

"Even if you are filthy, the water from my Eight Treasures Merit Pond can cleanse everything."

"As long as you sincerely serve my Western sect, it won't be difficult to achieve the right result in the future."

Although rejected by Minghe, Zhunti was not angry and continued to lobby.

He also knew that Minghe had extraordinary magical powers, so he patiently tried to persuade him.

However, Di Jun had already invited him before, but Minghe directly refused.

How could he agree to Zhunti?
"What the saints say is the right way."

"But the Styx doesn't have such a fate, please!"

The ancestor of the Styx spoke to see the guest off.

A hint of anger flashed across Zhunti's eyes.

He is a saint, how could he be looked down upon like this?

When he came out, he vowed that he could attract people with great powers to join him.

Now the first great master Zhen Yuanzi has come up empty-handed.

The second Styx, so disrespectful.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't rush to refuse. You may want to consider it!"

Zhunti sneered, and the pressure of a saint emanated naturally from him.

Although it is just an incarnation, the pressure of the saint's laws can still be transmitted.

Even if there is only a ray of holy power, it is a qualitative change.

The strength of the Styx Patriarch is extraordinary, but it is also difficult to deal with him.

I just felt my heart tighten and my whole body was uncomfortable.

It feels like facing a whole new world.

(End of this chapter)