The blood of the wild river Styx

Chapter 118
Beside Buzhou Mountain, the sky roared, the sky changed color, Fuxi blew himself up and Kunpeng fled before the battle, like two extremes, forming a contrast... All of a sudden, all the great supernatural powers watching the battle sighed with emotion : "Fuxi is heroic, as for Kunpeng, he is a villain!!" At the same time, the faces of the saints were very dull.

Except for Nuwa, Fuxi's death and Kunpeng's escape are not a big deal to Sanqing, Jieyin and Zhunti Five Sages. In the eyes of several sages, death is death.

"Hey, Dijun, Taixiaoer, you give back my brother's life, kill!" Zuwu Dijiang, Xuanming,,,, and others couldn't accept it, and rushed out frantically.

And Di Jun brothers, even though they were seriously injured, they still had to fight. After all, they are the real leaders of the demon clan's Heavenly Court. Run away like Kunpeng villain.

As a result, a more ferocious battle broke out suddenly, the sound of the battle was set off, and the roar shook the sky and the earth. The meaning is endless, and the rules are monstrous.

Di Jun and Tai Yi also understood that they lived for you and me, and they had no intention of taking chances at all, their hair was disheveled, their bodies were in a mess, and they fought desperately regardless of the spilled blood!
"Buzz buzz..." At the same time, during this battle, the sky and the earth rumbled and trembled, nothingness distorted, and the power of robbery that enveloped the three realms was continuously released in the buzzing.

And as the war intensified, here in Styx... his cultivation base skyrocketed, his physical body seemed to transform, and the roaring sound came out, his cultivation base and realm were rising infinitely, and the source of blood was rolling and spreading, The desire to cover the Three Realms has become more and more perfect.

"The way of blood is extremely difficult, and there is no reference. I have to fight in and out of countless calamities to achieve success in the Dao. In the future, in countless calamities, I will surpass the previous peak, be completely immortal, and cultivate to a boundless state..., The world of cultivators is like this.

It's just that the weak eat the strong, even if I don't enter into the calamity and don't stir up the battle between the liches, the calamity will still happen between the sky and the earth, and the common people will still stain the earth with blood.

It's just that the actions of the poor made all of this come earlier, and in this process, not only I, Styx, but the saints... also secretly promoted the killing.

The world of cultivators has always been cruel, competing with the heaven and the earth, competing with all beings, in order to prove the Dao of blood, perfect the source of the Dao, all this is done by the poor, there is nothing wrong with it. The amount of calamity derived, but the common people must be alive, and there is a danger of falling.

As for the witches?Even if Pindao didn't participate in the calamity, their end would be just as miserable. Therefore, I should have no apology for the Wu Clan here, and even my participation will make the Wu Clan's outcome better, just why, in my heart... "

While thinking like this, Styx's war spirit kept rising, his cultivation base advanced by leaps and bounds, the battles of countless common people, the blood stained the earth, and the evil spirit soared to the sky, all of them were marrying him.

But seeing the fall of the ancestor witch, seeing Xuan Ming's tears flow, inexplicably... There was a trace of irritability in Ming He's heart, with a little heartache, permeating the five internal organs and staining the six internal organs.

This kind of emotion disappeared in a flash, and Styx calmed down in a blink of an eye, and his attack became more fierce. During the roar, the source of Dao spread, and was affected by it. More and more monsters fell completely, and their bodies and spirits disappeared. The flesh and blood, as well as the soul, were swallowed by its source.

What Styx practiced was not a ruthless way, but the way of blood was extremely fierce, and the road ahead was bumpy, and in those endless years, whether it was the cruelty of chaos or the reality of the prehistoric, the intrigues of the saints had already made him feel little tenderness in his heart. Almost disappeared.

Therefore, the feeling of guilt just now was only fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, he came back to his senses and devoted himself to the battle. In this life-and-death struggle, he became stronger and stronger.

"Roar! Mastiff cracking the sky, you can't do it, I will defeat you, hahaha..." Styx's laughter suddenly reverberated in the sky, making the sky pale, and the two swords in his hands were slashing.

"Damn it, Taoist Styx, you deserve to die, roar!" Mastiff cracked the sky and roared.

He felt the fleeting emotion in the heart of the main body just now, but he didn't say much?Instead, they fight with all their strength and riot with more power.

The booming sound is earth-shattering, the evil spirit is pervasive, and the magnificence is boundless,...but here in Minghe, the cultivation base is advancing by leaps and bounds, and it suddenly reaches half a step of Hunyuan perfection. , There was a scream from the ancestor witch on the battlefield: "Ah..." But in a life-and-death fight, Gonggong, the ancestor of water, was pierced through the heart by Donghuang Taiyi with the sword of slaughtering witches, and the Donghuang bell shook violently.

"Gonggong wow, no..., roar!" Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Xuanming, and the other ancestor witches saw this scene, their jaws were about to burst, and they roared one by one.

They rushed out frantically, wanting to rescue Gong Gong, but unfortunately most of them were blocked by Di Jun who was at full strength.

The eyes of the ancestral witches turned red, all of them were sad, and while they were smiling miserably, the evil spirit filled their bodies, they roared into the sky, and began to attack Taiyi as if they were desperate.

"Death, death, death, all ancestor witches will fall under the sword of this emperor, hahahahaha..." The Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked crazy, disregarding everything, regardless of the injuries on his body, regardless of the tearing of the primordial spirit. In pain, the Eastern Emperor Bell vibrated, fighting to the extreme.

"Ah, ah, ah..." After a while, under Tai Yi's madness, three more ancestor witches fell. They roared up to the sky, and burst into a shrill roar, blood spattering in the sky.

"No!" Xuan Ming, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin and the last remaining ancestral witch all roared, and the ancestral witch who was closest to Taiyi was as dumbfounded as if she was insane.

He roared out, using his chest to meet Taiyi's witch-slaying sword, pierced his chest with a sword, and when blood spurted out of his mouth, he showed a ferocious smile. The roaring sound replaced Tai Yi's entire world.

"Hahahahaha, since it is going to be destroyed, then you die for me too." Seeing his brothers fall one after another, the ancestral witch was already crazy, hugged Taiyi, and exploded.

Boom, the loud noise was overwhelming, but it couldn't cover the mournful roars of the three ancestor witches Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Xuanming, and even Dijun's tearing roar: "Be careful, don't you?"

The only remaining four giants of the two clans stopped fighting immediately, and came straight to the center of the explosion. When they arrived at the center, they only saw the blood of the ancestral witch splashing in the sky, while Tai Yi was already seriously injured and dying. After that, after self-destructing, he completely lost his vitality.

Beside Buzhou Mountain, a huge golden crow body crashed down, and when it roared, the raging sun fire was ignited all over its body. This fire was so powerful that it could burn the sky and destroy life!
"Dong dong dong dong..." The Eastern Emperor Bell trembled lightly, sending out a thick and long chime, as if carrying a sense of sadness, as if it was sending a funeral to its master.

"Taiyi, ah, all of you ancestor witches are going to die to me..." Di Jun's eyes were bloodshot, his heart was tearing, he didn't care about the innate treasure, picked up the witch-slaying sword, and killed the remaining Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Xuan The three ancestor witches of the Ming Dynasty, the latter was also furious, and they all rushed away.

The four strong men must fight to the death. Soon, Di Jiang fell, causing Di Jun to be seriously injured. For the rest of the time, Zu Wu Zhu Jiu Yin and Xuan Ming fought with blood and tears.

The booming sound was earth-shattering, the three giants were still fighting, the blue dress Xuan Ming was wearing was already messy, her hair was disheveled, she was crying and smiling very poignantly, her appearance fell into the eyes of Ming He, and suddenly... a certain root in her heart The strings seem to be plucked.

"Xuan Ming, you, you are not allowed to die..." Ming He could no longer just sit idly by, although deep down he still felt that he had done nothing wrong, but at this moment...he felt a little heartbroken.

When he roared up to the sky, he opened his mouth and spit out, a sea of ​​blood morphed out. The sea was majestic and seemingly endless. When it fell at his feet and spread in all directions, it covered the range of Buzhou Mountain and surrounded Xuanming and Zhu Jiuyin who were still fighting. , Di Jun, in the sea water, a big wave suddenly rolled over, and the blood god sons were filled with evil spirits, and rushed out, heading straight for Di Jun.

There was also a Blood God son who had condensed blood and possessed the power of the late quasi-sage for a short time, rushed out, grabbed the disheveled and extremely weak Xuanming, and retreated backward.

(End of this chapter)