The blood of the wild river Styx

Chapter 38 Zu Wu's friend (1)

Minghe didn't know that hundreds of clans outside were talking about him, but at the moment, he was talking happily with Xuanming in the Pangu Palace of the Wu clan. There are many common topics in general.Although the practice of the witch clan mainly lies in tempering the body, their root is, after all, the transformation of Pangu's essence and blood, so some witchcraft and secret methods are also related to blood.For a while, Styx and Xuanming began to discuss the Tao in the outer palace of Pangu.

"The blood of Taoist Minghe is obviously not as pure as mine, but his understanding of the way of cultivation is far beyond mine? Even from his few words, I have a sudden understanding of the tempering of the physical body." As they communicated, Xuanming was secretly surprised, and she appreciated Styx even more. She thought that she had no soul, and it was meaningless to discuss Taoism. Quenching is very proficient.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming, in your situation, without the primordial spirit, it is infinitely more difficult to become enlightened if you only cultivate the physical body and the rules of rain. Lian, I have quite a lot of experience here. I hope these insights can help you.

But my suggestion, Xuan Ming, you need to learn more about the meaning of rain. Although you seem to be born with the rules of rain and have supernatural powers, it is always beneficial to have more understanding. "After the exchange between the two, 200 years have passed unknowingly. Ming He looked at Xuan Ming and spoke solemnly.

Talking about making a tactic with his right hand, a point between his eyebrows, and when his body shook, a ball of light emerged. This ball of light exuded Dao rhyme, and seemed to contain a message. It flew out quickly, and was grabbed by Xuan Ming in his hand. Her eyes sensed the ball of light, and suddenly, her delicate body trembled.

"Hiss! So it's okay to temper the body?" Xuanming was moved immediately. From the understanding of body cultivation that Styx gave her, she seemed to see the direction she was going. Naturally, she understood that this was something for her. Said, extremely important gift, immediately grateful.

"Thank you fellow Daoist Minghe for the gift, Xuanming is very grateful!" Although Xuanming still had a cold face, Minghe could hear a kind of heartfelt and sincere gratitude in her tone.

"Hehe, what's the point of worrying about such a trivial matter?" Styx slightly shook his head and smiled.

Once in the Primal Chaos, Styx's physical body was at the same level as Pangu's. Naturally, he had a lot of understanding when it comes to tempering the physical body. His little heart is a great gift to the Wu Clan.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward for a moment. Here, Xuan Ming suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, but it was very vague, not so clear, and it was unclear. In short, at this moment, facing Ming He With deep eyes, her heart seems to be a little messy.

Styx is better. He has a firm Dao heart here, and he has experienced endless years. He doesn't know when it started, and his attachment to Dao has almost become all of him.It is precisely because of this that he can rely on his perseverance and continuous struggle to rise from the chaos, reach the peak step by step, and become an existence that can counter Pangu.Therefore, no matter how beautiful Xuan Ming is at this moment, he only sees it with an attitude of appreciation, and will not easily... like it.

Seemingly aware of the strange atmosphere, Minghe was about to speak, to say something, to break the embarrassment, suddenly his expression changed, but he heard the direction of the inner hall, a burst of footsteps sounded, followed by a loud laugh It came out: "Hahaha, sister Xuanming, this time the retreat time is up, we have all gained a lot, but why didn't you practice by the blood pool?"

"Hahahaha, hey, there is a guest here, sister Xuanming, who is this person?"

While he was talking, he saw eleven people coming out from the direction of the inner hall, ten men and one woman, each with evil spirits around their bodies, as if they were menacing, looking at Styx vigilantly.

"Hmm! This person seems to have an aura that is of the same origin as our blood. Why is that?" The Eleventh Ancestral Witch was wary of Styx, while secretly thinking, looking at Xuanming.

"You are finally out. This is Daoist Minghe. He came from the sea of ​​blood. This sea of ​​blood was derived from the last blood and navel before the father deified all things. He traveled to the prehistoric world and passed through the northern land. We feel It's time to draw bloodlines, so we meet again!" Xuan Ming had already recovered, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot the vague feeling just now that he didn't quite understand.

"Oh! It's the blood of the Father God. If that's the case, the Taoist friends are the friends of our ancestral witch!" Di Jiang and other ancestral witches immediately understood when they heard it. They all smiled and said to Ming He.

"Poverty Dao Minghe, I have met you fellow Taoists!" Ming He slowly got up and said with a slight salute.

Immediately afterwards, Xuanming introduced all the ancestor witches to Minghe one by one, and Minghe himself judged that the twelve ancestor witches were indeed not weak, and they were all Da Luo Jinxians. One, the physical body has reached the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian, which is indeed no small matter.

The ancestral witches are hospitable, especially here in Styx, who seems to have the same identity as himself and others from Pangu's blood, and has been recognized by them.After communicating with each other, at Xuanming's suggestion, the ancestor witches took Minghe into the inner hall of Pangu Palace.

"Oh! This blood pool is the blood spring left behind by Pangu?" Styx stepped into the inner hall and saw the blood spring at a glance. His eyes froze, he looked at the twelve ancestor witches, and asked.

"That's right, this is the spring of blood left to us by God the Father! As long as the Wu clan survives, this spring of blood will not dry up." Zu Wu Zhurong's temper was hot, and he spoke first at this moment, speaking with pride.

Hearing that Zhu Rong mentioned the Wu Clan, Minghe's expression changed, and he asked in doubt: "Wu Clan? But, you only have 12 people here. Although the strength is not weak, it seems difficult to be called a clan, right?"

"Brother Dao, I don't know. When the 12 of us, one day, our strength reaches a certain level, this blood spring will start to breed other big witches, medium witches, and little witches. There will be more and more. Is it time for our Pangu bloodline and the witch clan to rise? Hahahaha, I really hope that day will come sooner. On the current prehistoric land, the so-called dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans are trying to dominate the prehistoric land. !" Hearing Styx's question, Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, stared at him, opened his mouth loudly, and shouted.

"That's right, this prehistoric land should be under the control of our Pangu Bloodline Witch Clan, hum!"

"The dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans are really clowns. If it weren't for the fact that there are only 12 of us, brothers and sisters, in the Pangu Palace, and the others haven't even conceived a great witch, how can we tolerate the dragon, phoenix, and kylin clans? On the prehistoric land transformed by God the Father, how can you tell me what to do?"

"However, through the time rules, I have seen that the disaster of the three races is approaching, haha!"

All of a sudden, the ancestral witches spoke one after another, cursing the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans wantonly.

Styx could hear from their tone that the disdain for the dragon, phoenix, kylin and other innate tribes came from the bottom of his heart, as if in their view, he was the master of the world.

This cognition came into being in his heart, and Styx was speechless at once, should he be so arrogant?
"Everyone, I wonder if I can try it. How is the power of blood in this blood spring different from that in my sea of ​​blood?" Seeing that the ancestor witches were endless, Minghe had no choice but to speak out.

"Brother Minghe, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't take the blood spring away, it doesn't matter how many years you practice here." Upon hearing this, many ancestor witches laughed boldly without hesitation.

"Witch Clan, it's not without merit! At least, once approved, they will treat each other sincerely, without many worries and calculations, ha ha!" Seeing his proposal, the other party agreed without hesitation, Styx Instead, he gave Zu Wu a higher look.Then he hastily smiled slightly, clasped his fists together, and said solemnly: "In that case, I would like to thank the poor."

"You're welcome, why don't we practice together with the help of the blood spring!" Di Jiang said solemnly.

Styx naturally would not disagree, so everyone sat cross-legged in silence, surrounded by the blood spring, absorbing the blood power in the blood spring little by little, and began to practice.The ancestral witches absorbed the power of blood and the turbid air of the earth together, but it was different here in Styx. He also introduced the turbid air of the earth into his body, but he didn't know what magical power he used?After letting the turbid air permeate the body, it gushes out from the heavenly spirit above the head in a blink of an eye. In this way, the body can be quenched, and the mind will not be affected by the turbid air, causing the primordial spirit to merge with the physical body, and they can no longer be separated. It's a mystery to come out.

"Hey! Styx is really a good method. He can not only use the turbidity of the earth to quench the body, but also expel the turbidity. It's a pity that my primordial spirit has already integrated into the body. Otherwise, I can get this method from Styx. . " All the ancestor witches were shocked when they saw Minghe's method. They were amazed by Minghe's body tempering method, but felt a little regretful.

It would be great if I knew this method a long time ago. When the will was just born, although the soul had already merged with the body, it was not too thorough. Separation, how about cultivating a primordial spirit?

It's a pity, but it's too late now, and the ancestor witches are also practicing on their own.

The days of practicing seemed to be calm all of a sudden. In the Pangu Palace, a hundred years passed in a flash. When the Twelve Ancestral Witches were still training hard, Styx slightly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Looking at the blood spring, he said in a low voice: "After comprehending this blood spring, it has also allowed me to improve my practice a little bit, and I am still half a step away from breaking through the late stage of Daluo. Now, I may need to A hearty battle, in this way, break through the late stage of Da Luo!"

(End of this chapter)