Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 129: The Beginning of the Lich-Witch Battle

As the number of Blood God Sons cultivated in this way increases, they can gradually control the filthy sea of ​​blood, so the Styx Ancestor will never pass it on to others, otherwise it will create an opponent for himself.

That is to say, the thing Guangchengzi gave him was too big, and he couldn't kill the other party, so the ancestor of the Styx revealed the "Blood Sea Styx Sutra".

However, Guangchengzi, who practices this technique, can also be said to be the successor of the Styx Ancestor. If the Styx Ancestor dies one day, then he will be the new Styx Ancestor and the next Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood.

Otherwise, the ancestor of the Styx would not be so bored and willing to support a junior. It is only because Guangchengzi is his successor, otherwise he would not even bother to look at him.

No matter who you are, whether you love or die, what does it have to do with this old ancestor? This is the attitude of the old ancestor of the Styx towards other people.

Guangchengzi stood on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, looked back and found that the ten huge figures had disappeared. It was obvious that the ten demon saints had given up chasing them, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he did not forget that there were six Demon Saints who were not very concerned about the hunt. It could even be said that they were just showing up for the show. Otherwise, even if he plotted against the Ghost Chariot, he would not be able to escape the control of the remaining nine Demon Saints.

At the very least, he would have to consume most of his blood and energy for blood escape, and in the end his vitality would be severely damaged. It was nothing like now, where only his magic power was exhausted.

"But it's a rare opportunity to come to the Filthy Blood Sea, so I have to explore it carefully."

Guangchengzi was also very curious about the filthy sea of ​​blood. After all, this sea was the first of all water elements in the world and was responsible for accepting filth. It was the dirtiest place in the prehistoric world and a place that many great gods feared and despised.

However, the lotus grows out of the mud but remains unstained. The dirty mud often gives birth to the most holy lotus, just like the filthy sea of ​​blood gave birth to the ancestor of the Styx quietly.

However, although the Patriarch of the Styx has the filthy sea of ​​blood exclusively, the essence of the sea of ​​blood will not only be concentrated on the Patriarch of the Styx, there must be a lot of residue left outside. What Guangchengzi wants is these essences of the sea of ​​blood.

"After all, I will live in Kunlun for a long time in the future. I can't even go back to Jiuxian Mountain. So I have to find some blood sea essence here and condense a small blood sea to help me practice."

Guangchengzi was secretly thinking about the next step in his heart. After learning about the power of the filthy shooting, he did not want to give up this magical power.

In addition, there are countless powerful magical skills and spells in the Blood Sea Scripture. It may not be effective against the enemy head-on, but it is very powerful to attack from behind, so it is natural to study it carefully.

However, in order to perform these magical powers, one must rely on the power of the Blood God Son, and if the Blood God Son wants to practice, he must be in a sea of ​​blood.

This was naturally nothing for the old man of the Styx. He didn't like to go out anyway. If he was in the sea of ​​blood, he was in the sea of ​​blood. Moreover, with his cultivation and status, he could draw the power of the filthy sea of ​​blood from afar even in the outside world. Naturally, it didn't matter.

But he couldn't do that. He could neither live in the sea of ​​blood for a long time nor draw the power of the sea of ​​blood from afar. So he had to collect some of the essence of the sea of ​​blood to assist his own cultivation.

Afterwards, Guangchengzi absorbed the omnipresent power of the Dao and recovered some of his magic power. The Blood God Son in his body stopped splitting after it split into one, which was one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred. It just kept strengthening itself, without one more or one less.

Guangchengzi didn't care. According to the Blood Sea Sutra, one Yuan of Blood God Sons was already perfect, and any more would be useless.

Moreover, those Blood God Sons who have cultivated to the number of Yuan can be born and die at will. When one dies, another will be reborn immediately. As long as one is not dead, the others can be restored with magic power without the help of the sea of ​​blood, so there is no need for more.

But to continue growing, one must rely on the power of the sea of ​​blood.

So he turned some blood gods into a blood lotus, and sat on the blood lotus to wander around in the sea of ​​blood, stopping from time to time to collect some blood sea essence, and living a carefree and happy life.

While Guangchengzi was practicing in the sea of ​​blood, the battle on Kunlun was coming to an end.

Of the 365 ancient stars that were originally hanging above Kunlun, only a few dozen were left hanging in the sky. The remaining 300 or so ancient stars had long been shattered by the Three Purities, and the star cores inside had been turned into powder and spread on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

At this moment, the top of Kunlun Mountain has long been covered with a layer of stardust of unknown thickness. Even the entire Kunlun Mountain is obscured by this fine powder. From a distance, it looks like a mountain of light, without any of the mottled colors of the past.

Kunlun Mountain is so big that even if hundreds of worlds piled together were not as big as it, it is still covered by these stardust, which shows how heavy it is.

More than three hundred ancient stars were shattered, and the sky should have been in chaos, with countless stars falling into the wilderness.

But what was strange was that the Zhoutian starry sky, which had already caused chaos due to the loss of several ancient stars, was still very orderly at this time, and there was no unrest.

The reason is simple, it is because Ziwei Daochang was born at this moment.

There are only three forces of all kinds nowadays. The first one is naturally the witch clan. The twelve ancestor witches are united as one, and various great witches obey his orders and believe in Pangu. The entire witch clan is extremely united and fearless of death.

But their strength is so powerful that they are naturally the number one force in the prehistoric world today, even surpassing the three tribes of Kaitian combined.

Following closely behind is the Heavenly Court. The concept of the demon race is extremely great, uniting all the races in the prehistoric world. No matter whether you are a congenital race or an acquired race, as long as you are willing, you are a demon race. Even though such demon races cannot be united at all, those who eat grass and those who eat meat will never get along, those who fly in the sky and those who swim in the water hate each other, and those who run on the ground kill each other, even so, the demon race is still powerful.

The three clans of Kaitian also joined the demon clan. This can be seen from the fact that six of the ten demon saints are branches of the three clans of Kaitian.

The third force is the Immortal Court which has the chief male immortals, the King of the East, and the chief female immortals, the Queen Mother of the West.

Although the strength of the Immortal Court is not as good as the previous two, and is not even half as strong as any of them, the Immortal Court has the orthodoxy given by the Taoist Ancestor, and naturally it has attracted many great gods to join.

He believed that although the Immortal Court was not as good as the others now, it would definitely become the best in the world in the future.

As for others, like the preaching places, the mountain god lineage, the Taiyin lineage, the blood sea lineage, etc., they are almost all playing among themselves and are not considered as any forces.

But today, the fourth major force in the prehistoric world officially appeared. That is the Ziwei Taoist Temple located above the starry sky. It is in charge of the three great gods of the tenth heaven of Hunyuan, namely Ziwei Emperor, Gou Chen Emperor, and Dou Mu Yuanjun. It directly surpassed the third fairy court and was approaching the heavenly court.

I saw countless purple lights spread throughout the starry sky, which were filled with terrifying imperial aura. Then, higher than the sun and the moon, a crimson-purple star slowly rose up.

An emperor wearing a purple imperial robe, wearing twelve crowns on his head, with his face blocked by the crowns and necklaces, sits above the stars. This is the Ziwei Emperor, who has an innate imperial destiny and was born to rule the starry sky.

With the assistance of the Big Dipper, Emperor Ziwei gave orders to the starry sky. Even though more than 300 ancient stars were destroyed, he was not angry but happy. He immediately let the original stars near Ziwei Star replace the ancient stars.

With the replacement of these original stars, the sky naturally regained its order, and even became stronger than before.

Because Emperor Ziwei is constantly adjusting the chaos in the starry sky, with his assistance, the Zhoutian starry sky is naturally much stronger than before.

Emperor Ziwei took some time to look towards the top of Kunlun Mountain with a smile, and then looked at the Sun Star which had already moved away from its original location. He couldn't help but say proudly: "Emperor Jun, I am better after all!"

It's no wonder that he was so excited. As the natural master of the starry sky, he should have possessed supreme glory. However, who would have thought that the sun and the moon divided most of his authority, and Di Jun created the Heavenly Court, which suppressed him for countless years.

Now that he is in power, he naturally wants to sing a song.

However, after feeling proud, Emperor Ziwei also knew what he would face next.

That is the official suppression of Heaven!

The Heavenly Court would never tolerate the starry sky being divided by anyone. Even if it meant a fight to the point of mutual destruction, they had to take back the starry sky. Therefore, the birth of the Ziwei Taoist Temple was easy, but how to establish it was a problem.

"If we want to survive the attack from Heaven, we have to ask for the help of Brother Sanqing!"

Emperor Ziwei was a man of deep thought, and he immediately thought of the trick of driving away the wolf and swallowing the tiger. Just when he was about to help the Three Purities break the formation, he did not expect that twelve streams of turbid air suddenly erupted from the Buzhou Mountain in the distance.

These turbid air rose up and instantly formed a long and ferocious bridge, connecting Mount Buzhou and the thirty-six heavens.

When the long bridge was erected, a deep voice resounded throughout Buzhou: "My good men of the Wu clan, follow me to conquer the sky!"

Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!
As this voice rang out, twelve different "Wu" cries were heard from Mount Buzhou, some low, some explosive, some broad, some ethereal, some generous, and some cold. The owners of the cries were different, but they had one thing in common, that is, their extremely profound cultivation.

The entire ancient witch clan was in a rage, and at this moment they were all running madly towards Mount Buzhou. Some of those who were close to Mount Buzhou even followed the ferocious long bridge straight into the heaven, killing and chopping any monster they saw. There was no order at all, only endless killing and madness.

There was also a figure holding a giant axe, who with one strike directly penetrated the six heavens of the Desire Realm, and even the eighteen heavens of the Form Realm were broken into by him and entered the seventh heaven, Xu Ming Tang Yaotian.

"Xing Tian, ​​wait for us!"

Several shouts came from behind the giant holding a huge axe, and this giant was the great wizard Xingtian.

Xing Tian laughed loudly and said, "Today, we must pluck the heads of the two three-legged crows and offer them to the great Hou Tu Zu Wu! Hou Yi, Chi You, if you are brave enough, why not come and compete to see who kills the two crows first!"

"it is good!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Two more giants appeared, some holding bows and arrows, and some holding swords. They were also great wizards of the Hou Tu tribe, namely Hou Yi and Chi You.

(End of this chapter)