Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1070: Changes Haotian Didn’t Foresee

Between the Kingdom of Fuqiu and the Sea of ​​Blood, there is an unknown space.

This was created by Deng Chanyu to house her space maze. The ancestor of the Styx relied on a large number of blood gods to charge forward, spilling blood into the formation without restraint. He would spit in your formation even if he died. Countless blood stagnated and polluted the operation center of the formation, and finally broke through her space maze.

No matter how many changes you make and how many methods you use, they are all useless. You can always break through by relying on the fearless human wave tactics.

I have to say that this tactic is indeed useful, and if we don't count the casualties, it can be considered highly effective.

Deng Chanyu turned around and left, not taking this place seriously. This small space was like a microorganism. If left alone, the prehistoric world would soon swallow it up whole by relying on its ever-expanding mechanism.

The second generation of Styx didn't take this place seriously either.

The sacrifice of 800,000 Blood God Sons was not worth mentioning. He had no time to pay attention to it because he was crazy again!
After the first generation of Styx escaped, he eventually polluted the mind of the "bee colony" of Blood God Son.

Madness spread rapidly.

Now is the time to hunt down the first generation of Styx, lock him up, completely seal off the Sea of ​​Blood, and then, like in the Battle of the Gods, spend decades to confine the madness to a certain individual, or retreat to recover his cultivation and choose new methods to suppress the madness. The second generation of Styx is in a state of indecision.

Disciples such as Mara and Brahma stayed away, fearing that their master would have a mad attack and be in a bad mood and kill themselves.

At this time, a weak creature followed its instinct and wandered into this space that was about to be annihilated.

"Uncle. Grandpa? Where are you?"

“It’s a dark place”

"It's so scary, but...it smells so good here! It smells so good!"

Originally, the 480 million blood gods of the Styx Patriarch should have been a complete system.

However, as the first generation of the Styx Patriarch abducted more than 100 million Blood God Sons, a huge loophole appeared in this command system.

The second generation Styx Patriarch commanded the Blood God Sons to attack Deng Chanyu's space maze. There was no time to recover the 800,000 Blood God Sons who died in the battle. He was anxious to return to his nest and had no time to take care of this place. Now a large amount of blood was trapped in the space maze. Since there was blood, there were naturally Blood God Sons.

The space maze has been broken, and the weak creatures were attracted by the large amount of blood. They wandered here from Pangu's stomach without any hindrance.

At this time, it devoured flesh and blood like crazy. As it ate, it slowly developed some intelligence and awakened some memories of its previous life. The speed of devouring became faster and the efficiency of absorbing essence became higher.

The body that would have fallen apart at the slightest breeze became solid, and the flesh and blood changed from a random pile to well-layered muscles. It was different from normal creatures, as it had blood first, then flesh, and finally bones.

After it devoured the remains of the 800,000 Blood God Sons, it wiped the blood off its face, revealing a handsome boy's face.

"My name is... Mingxiang! I'm here to find you, uncle and mother. You must be well and don't die!" The hostility in his words was like substance, and his hatred soared to the sky. Yang Chan who was in Huashan couldn't help but burst into tears. Yang Jian also frowned slightly. What on earth was disturbing his Tao heart?
"Get out of here!" Haotian was not bothered by Mingxiang at all. He had a heart as hard as iron and had done even more cruel things.

At this time, he displayed his divine power and forced back the fiery red true spirit born from the Flame Flag with one sword. The golden light emanating from the Haotian Sword forced back the scorching sea of ​​fire.

After exchanging more than thirty moves and testing the abilities of the five spirits of the Innate Five Directions Flags, he first spread out his five fingers, using his exceptionally abundant mana to forcibly imprison the spirit of the Azure Lotus Treasure Color Flag. When the coordination of the Innate Five Directions Flags showed a noticeable lag, he quickly struck out, first repelling the Lidi Yanguang Flag, then successively seizing the Suse Yunjie Flag and Xuanyuan Water Controlling Flag, and finally defeating the Wuji Xinghuang Flag.

"Stop right there!" His words came true, and as soon as he said it, the five true spirits whose cultivation was far inferior to his stood still in unison. He looked at them carefully and felt that Yang Mei's method was really not decent, so he waved his sleeves and continued to move forward.

The enemies in the sea of ​​blood retreated, the entangled wandering souls also ran away, and the Xiantian Five Directions Flag was trapped in place. Now no one can stop him.

Haotian came to a clear lake.

This lake covers an area of ​​about one million miles. The water surface is very calm. Occasionally, you can see some fish swimming out of the water, their scales dyed golden by the sunlight. The fish look around with an expectant and longing look, pause briefly in the air, and then fall back into the lake.

When Haotian saw the lake, he felt a surge of sadness in his heart. His eyes were solemn, his expression was dignified, and his hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists.

It wasn't that he was weak, but that the grief between heaven and earth affected him.

Hongjun is the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven is not Hongjun.

To the Honghuang Tiandao, Haotian is just a small ant. Not tiny, but not very big either. If you don’t look carefully, you may not be able to see him.

Yang Mei is different. She is the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. In the Honghuang Heavenly Dao, she is a child that Haotian can see and touch. Now that this child has died, the Heavenly Dao is sad. This extremely bad mood has affected Haotian.

He looked around a little disappointed.

Am I too late? Yang Mei's corpse has completely dissolved, and now the purest part of Hunyuan Daluo magic power has become a lake?
After all the hard work and effort, this is the result?!

Suddenly, he saw an old man wearing a straw raincoat sitting by the lake, fishing quietly.

At one moment, he even thought it was his daughter's good friend who had changed her appearance to deceive him, but after taking a closer look, he found out that it was not.

He kept thinking about the other party's intention of appearing here. His steps were very slow, but no matter how slow he was, a distance of dozens of steps would not become tens of thousands of miles.

When they were ten steps apart, he spoke first: "Old Lord, how wonderful it is to be free and easy."

The old man fishing has white hair and beard, and looks very old, almost like a mortal in his 100s.

He has no white hair and youthful face, no rosy complexion, and looks like an old man who is about to die.

At this time, the old man slowly turned around and said, "It's the Great Heavenly Venerable. You're a little late. Is the road difficult? I've been waiting and waiting, and I'm almost falling asleep."

The old man's appearance was a completely unexpected change for Haotian. He pondered for more than ten breaths, repeatedly considering the matter before speaking: "I don't know, Saint."

The old man was so old that his eyes could hardly open. He slowly raised a hand, stopping what he was about to say: "I am old, are you old too? How come you can't even recognize people? The saint you mentioned is still in Bajing Palace. There is no saint here, only an old fool."

(End of this chapter)