The first demon

The far south of the Great Desolate Continent is full of lonely moons and emptiness.

After the soil came out of Buzhou Mountain, he traveled all the way south, wanting to go to the sea of ​​blood to find out.

Along the way, a lot of mountains, rivers, and celestial roots of spirit grass were destroyed in the battle between the two clans of Liches, and the prehistoric land became much barren, but there were wild beasts running around, and occasionally some people who escaped could be seen. The human race in catastrophe, in a peaceful life, also has a special interest.

Feeling the traction force from the dark, Houtu has been running towards the south, seeing evil spirits and ghosts wandering around from time to time along the way, guided by the power of evil spirits, heading towards the sea of ​​blood in the nether world.

I don't know how long he walked, but when the throbbing in Houtu's heart dissipated, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and a misty illusion appeared in his eyes.

At the foot of the mountain, the armies of the two Lich clans are fighting fiercely.The two armies, like a torrent of iron and blood, fought fiercely together, full of blood red.The blood rain corroded the earth, countless liches fell together, the crimson blood stained the sky and the earth, the wailing of the endless monks before death shook the earth, the heaven and the earth mourned, and all things cried together.

A cultivator of the Wu Clan had his chest pierced by a magic weapon. With a loud shout, the Wu Clan's real body exploded, dragged down the abyss together with the surrounding monsters, and died together.

On the vast battlefield, this is just a microcosm, and more tragic battles are still going on.

In the sky, above the endless stars, is the battle between the leaders of the two clans of Liches.An empty large formation, black holes exuding endless coercion.A demon god with knotted muscles and a strong aura exuded from his body, holding a huge axe, slashing at the void frantically.

The terrifying power of the stars poured down like a waterfall, and soon the demon god was covered in blood, and the giant ax in his hand was humming continuously.Suddenly, the chaos clock on Taiyi's head suddenly appeared behind the head of this demon god.The huge chaotic clock exuded a brilliant purple brilliance, and hit the demon god's celestial spirit cover directly.

The demon god roared angrily, swung the huge ax in his hand lightly, and slashed fiercely on the formation.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the formation broke, and the demon god's body was divided into twelve parts, turning into twelve ancestor witches.

The twelve ancestral witches didn't just let it go, but they had lost their real bodies and fought against Di Jun and Taiyi again.For a while, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were dark.

Suddenly, the mysterious metal in Di Jun's hand was chopped on the body of an ancestor witch, and the mournful howl shocked Houtu's heart. She knew that this was the real body of her elder brother Zhu Rong's ancestor witch. Pain spread in his heart.

The sky fell and the earth fell, and it rained heavily.The fighting is still going on, and the rain of blood is still falling.

There was a little tear in the corner of Hou Tu's eye, she wanted to close her eyes and escape this torture.But the sound of shouting and killing still rang in my ears, and the strong smell of blood was still pungent.When I closed my eyes, terrifying pictures naturally appeared in my mind.

After a long time, the phantom gradually disappeared, and Styx, who was dressed in a bright red Taoist robe, appeared in front of Houtu.

I saw a sparkling red mirror floating in front of Ming He. This mirror is called the Shura Immortal Extinguishing Mirror, and it contains the law of prohibition, which can break the restriction and unseal it.And it can also produce illusions.Styx is borrowing from this mirror world to deduce the situation of Lich's battle and guide Houtu into it.

As a witch clan, although Houtu couldn't practice the Dao, but being transformed by Pangu's blood essence, he naturally had a feeling for this world, and he was vaguely aware of the ending of the lich shown by Styx. How powerful the monster clan and demon clan are, and they will all fall in the future, it is inevitable to feel desolate.

Houtu looked at the Taoist in front of him, saluted and said, "Houtu of the Wu clan, I have seen the Nether Saint, the saint has no bounds!"

Minghe, who knew Li Qingming's spleen surname well, did not dare to accept Houtu's gift.In case Houtu became Li Qingming's Taoist partner in the future, and Li Qingming came to find him again, wouldn't it be worth the loss for him.

Minghe flashed Houtu's salute, and said, "Fellow Houtu, you don't need to be too polite! I don't know what you think of the scene just now?"

Houtu shook his head in bewilderment, with tears streaming down his delicate face, he bowed again and said, "Dare to ask the Nether Saint, is there a solution to this situation?"

Minghe had no choice but to lift Houtu up with one hand lightly, and said: "The way of heaven is running, the calamity has come, and it has its own definite number. Although the monster clan has made meager contributions and prehistoric times, they do not practice virtue and try to slaughter the protagonist of the next calamity." , this is the cause. The witch clan was originally born by the great god Pangu, and they competed with the clan for the luck of the world for several years, causing the people in the prehistoric world to suffer. If you want to stop, the Yaozu will not agree, and neither will the saints. This is a difficult situation, a dead situation!"

After hearing the words, Houtu felt very desolate in his heart: "The way of heaven will not let my witch clan go? My witch clan bears the merit of Pangu opening up the sky, isn't it enough to protect the whole clan?"

Hearing the words, Ming He thought for a while, and said: "The merit of Pan Gu, the great god who opened the sky, can naturally protect your Wu Clan from extinction. But there is a ray of life under the avenue, and the Wu Clan does not fight for it. What about merit?"

Hou Tu remained silent, bowed his head and thought for a while, thinking of the desolate scene he saw along the way, although he felt a little bit of insight in his heart, he always felt that there was a layer of fog that had not been cleared away.

Seeing this, Minghe didn't urge him, but a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he pointed behind Houtu and said, "Fellow Houtu, who do you think is that?"

Hou Tu heard the words and turned his head to look, only to see a person floating in the sky.This Taoist is dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with delicate and elegant eyebrows, and the mount under his crotch is a flying bear with a pair of small wings flashing, fat, fat, and cute.

"Brother Qingming!" Houtu exclaimed happily.

Li Qingming smiled slightly, and patted Xiong Da's huge head lightly.Xiong Da agreed, and suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, he was at Houtu's side.

Li Qingming casually cast an enchantment, nodded and said: "Styx, girl Houtu!"

Styx smiled lightly, and saluted with his body, "Little brother Styx, I told you about my brother!"

Li Qingming shook his head with a smile, and said, "You guys are still so formal!"

Hou Tu lightly covered his vermilion lips, watching this strange scene in surprise.It never occurred to him that the majestic Asura leader, the Nether sage, would salute Li Qingming and call him his elder brother.This is too unbelievable.

Li Qingming ignored Styx and said to Houtu: "Sister Houtu, if you want to solve the crux of the witch clan, you still need to go to the Nether Blood Sea!"

Hou Tu was stunned for a moment, the throbbing in his heart rose again, he didn't care about other things, he stretched out his body and went straight to the sea of ​​blood.

Looking at Hou Tu's back, Ming He said softly, "Brother, is this okay?"

Li Qingming said: "This is the choice of Dao, and it is also the mission left by Pan Gu. Houtu must complete it!"

"But..." Styx hesitated for a moment, before hesitating to speak.

"I understand your concerns, don't worry! I won't let Houtu fall easily!" Li Qingming's eyes flickered, and there was an unspeakable warmth on his face.

...Houtu rushed all the way, and when he reached the Nether Blood Sea, he saw countless fierce souls floating in the sky above the monstrous sea of ​​blood. The ghosts struggled hard and could not find their way out.From these souls, waves of black light visible to the naked eye surged, along the waves of blood, heading straight to the sky.

Li Qingming stood beside Houtu, and said softly, "Sister, have you ever thought of anything?"

Hou Tu looked sad, and wept: "The souls of hundreds of millions of souls gathered here, even the human race has tens of billions. .How can we find suitable housing for them?"

Li Qingming looked a little indifferent, and said lightly: "You know that the great god Pangu transformed the world with his body. Although the prehistoric world has been formed, it has not evolved completely. The only thing missing is a place for soul transformation and rebirth! The witch clan is the soul of the great god Pangu. Sohua was born following the fate of heaven and earth. As the orthodox descendant of Pan Gu, he has the responsibility to perfect the heaven and earth to build a place of soul rebirth!"

Hou Tu turned around for a while, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Brother Qingming, what is the reason for this soul rebirth?"

The light in Li Qingming's eyes turned cold, and a lotus flower bloomed on his tongue: "Six paths of reincarnation!"

When Houtu heard the words, his heart was churning like sea waves, and the endless perception of heaven and earth crashed into his heart.

After about an hour, Houtu woke up from his trance.Although there is still sadness in the expression, there is a sense of determination.

"Brother Qingming, Houtu has already understood the cause and effect of the Wu Clan. From now on, I can no longer wait for the Wu Clan. Please protect the blood of the Wu Clan and prevent the blood of the Wu Clan from being cut off!" Houtu looked desolate, and the crystal tears seemed to be broken. Beads of thread, dripping down.

Li Qingming's expression moved slightly, he looked at Houtu and said, "Sister, really think about it?"

Hou Tu looked at Li Qingming's appearance, and said quietly: "It seems that Brother Qingming already knew about it, why didn't he tell my younger sister?"

Li Qingming fell silent for a moment.

Houtu sighed, and said: "Brother doesn't say anything, I understand too! But our Wu Clan needs this opportunity, this sliver of life. If we can be a little girl alone, in exchange for the Wu Clan's luck. Even What's the harm in turning into fly ash!"

"Since my sister has already made a decision, then my brother will fully support me." After Li Qingming said, he took out a jade bottle from the storage space, and said seriously: "Sister, here is an incarnation of the primordial spirit at the sub-sage level. It was my elder brother who got it by accident a few yuanhuis ago. Although the Wu Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, the Wu Clan has a strong physical body, so it should be easy to smelt this incarnation. After you integrate into your own body, you will naturally understand the way here!"

Hou Tu took the jade bottle from Li Qingming's hand with some surprise, and rejoiced in his heart: "He still cares about me, and she still cares about me!"

Looking at Houtu who was in joy, Li Qingming suddenly felt a little sentimental, and said in a low voice: "The gate of hell, there are two pairs of people; beside the broken bridge, Mengpo soup; the flower of the other shore, the stone of three life; but, helpless, there is no fate in this life. Come and cross; reincarnation of life and death, how to cross the past..."

(To be continued)