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Chapter 322: Blood Sea and Styx, Wu Clan Emperor Jiang

Chapter 322: Blood Sea and Styx, Wu Clan Emperor Jiang
Deep in the sea of blood, the Hall of Reincarnation.

The ancestor of the Styx was waiting in front of the gate.

He is now dressed in a white robe and has a smile on his face, just like an immortal.

There is not a trace of blood in his body.

But his Taoism has been improved again and is no longer the same as before.

I saw lotus flowers blooming above, clearing away the sea of blood.

Minghe raised the corner of his mouth.

King Ashura brought Ying Zhao to the Samsara Hall.

"Ancestor, the Yingzhao Demon Saint has been brought here."

"You step back."

"Yes, old man."

King Ashura responded and retreated.

Ying Zhao looked at the Styx in front of him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

I originally thought that Styx's magic power was not much different from mine, but I didn't expect it to be at such a level.

Even I can't see through the other person's depth.

"I apologize for not welcoming you, fellow Taoist!"

Minghe was very polite and walked forward and bowed.

"You are too polite, fellow Daoist Minghe."

"It is enough for King Asura to come and greet us. How dare you ask fellow Taoist to come in person?"

Ying Zhao suppressed his pride and bowed his head.

Minghe raised the corner of his mouth and made a 'please' gesture.

The two entered the Samsara Hall together.

Because the Styx had a hand in the underworld, even its own palace was named after the underworld.

This is the Hall of Samsara!
Nowadays, most of the Taoism of the Styx are within this cycle of reincarnation.

This name makes sense.

The two sides sat down according to their priorities.

A beautiful Shura witch came forward and offered the Blood Sea Spirit Tea.

It was contained in a thousand-petal lotus.

Ying Zhao took a sip and felt his soul become clear and his eyes brightened.

"This sea of blood, ancestor, is truly extraordinary!"

Ying Zhao praised it.

Minghe raised his lips, "How can it compare to the magnificent scenery of heaven?"

After some pleasantries, Ying Zhao took the initiative to explain his purpose, "I am commanded by Heaven and Earth to invite you to attend the Conferred God Ceremony in Heaven in a month. Do you have time?"

"So it's such a big event. The Emperor of Heaven actually still remembers me, Minghe. I will go and congratulate heaven and earth from now on."

Minghe was very surprised.

I didn't expect that Di Jun would send a demon saint to invite me.

This is quite a respect.

"Fellow Daoist, you are a great master of the Great Desolation, and you are on good terms with the Heavenly Court, so I should be the one to invite you."

Yingzhao explained.

Hearing this, Minghe felt even more pleased.

He asked curiously:
"I wonder which fellow Taoists will go this time?"

"The Six Saints of Heaven, the Wu Clan's Ancestral Wu, Taoist Zhen Yuanzi, and the chiefs of the hundreds of tribes in the prehistoric world, etc."

Yingzhao briefly introduced the participants.

When Minghe heard this, he thought that he must show the abilities of his Asura clan in front of the gods.

It will also help the world know about the Ashura clan!
"Thank you for the invitation, I will definitely go there."

Styx agreed again.

"So good."

"Then I'll take my leave first."

Seeing that the task was completed, Ying Zhao prepared to leave.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry, my friend?" Minghe tried to persuade him to stay.

I want to entertain Ying Zhao and win him over.

"There are many things in heaven that have not been dealt with. Please forgive me, ancestor."

Ying Zhao smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"In that case, I won't stay any longer."

Minghe felt quite regretful.

But he also knew that the Heavenly Court must have a lot of things to deal with recently.

A demon saint is still very important.

After sending Ying Zhao to the door and waiting for her to leave, Minghe looked at the blood beside him.

"Where is King Ashura?"

"See Ancestor."

"You must immediately summon the warriors of the tribe and the beautiful Shura women to attend the grand meeting in the Heavenly Palace with this ancestor in one month."

There was some emotion in Minghe's voice.

I thought that after a month, I would let many races know about the Asura clan!

"Yes!" King Ashura responded and hurried to make arrangements.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Rain Master came here.

He looked at the tall buildings of the Wu clan with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

The witch clan embodies a sense of grandeur and vastness.

It also carries an air of vicissitudes and wildness, which is different from the demon race.

The Rain Master walked forward and released a trace of his own aura.

The witch tribe below was a little alarmed, and a divine light flew from afar.

Those who come are descendants!

He carried a large bow on his back and lunged forward.

Seeing the Rain Master, Hou Yi quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Taoist friend. I wonder what brings you to Mount Buzhou?"

"So it's Brother Houyi. I'm here on orders to meet Brother Dijiang. Please lead the way."

The Rain Master returned the salute and said with a smile.

"I see, please!"

When Houyi heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't ask any more questions and invited the Rain Master to go forward.

The one who can appoint the Rain Master must be Heaven and Earth!
The two passed through the witch time tribe.

The Wu people here don't have much relationship with Dijiang.

Because it involves the power of time, no group can embody this power.

These wizards all possess various powers and they just gather here to live.

The two came to an ancient hall.

This place seems to have been eroded by the passage of billions of years, and looks vicissitudes and ancient.

Hou Yi looked at the Rain Master behind him and said, "Please wait for a moment, I will go and report immediately."

"Good work!"

Master Yu nodded and looked at the towering palace with curiosity in his heart.

Is this the power of time?

It has only been a few hundred years since the twelve ancestor witches left the Buzhou Mountain Temple.

But the palace in front of us seemed to have been washed away by millions of years.

Could it be that the power of the Space Ancestral Witch is affecting everything before our eyes?
But how can the Space Ancestral Witch affect time!
The Rain Master’s guess was correct.

It is precisely because of the influence of the power of space that it feels like billions of years have passed.

However, what Dijiang used was his own spatial laws to overlap.

Let your own temple overlap with the temple of the Time Ancestor Witch.

Therefore, his own temple also has the power of the law of time.

Houyi entered the Space Ancestral Witch Hall.

The breath of time flows through it, affecting Houyi.

His life was growing rapidly, and his strength was increasing bit by bit.

This is the power of time.

The life span of the witch clan is very long!
Becoming a great wizard is like becoming a Daluo Jinxian!
Become forever unique, nameless, unknowable, inaudible, invisible, standing in the long river of time, immortal and indestructible!

The power of time will only make the great wizard stronger and stronger.

But one should not be too obsessed with this kind of power.

If you get too close to time, you will get lost in time.

Therefore, the great witches of each tribe would only come here to increase their strength at certain times.

Hou Yi was like this.

However, Zhu Jiuyin's quota is full.

He had no choice but to come to the Space Ancestral Witch.

He happened to meet the Rain Master, who came to pass on the message.

"See Master Zuwu!"

Houyi stepped forward and bowed.

"Hou Yi, what's the matter?"

Dijiang's voice came from above.