The blood of the wild river Styx

Chapter 56
As soon as Hongjun was sanctified, visions appeared immediately, and the aura was overwhelming. Under the aura of a vast saint, the sun, moon, and stars swayed, and the sky and the earth roared. Except for the outstanding ones among Luo Jinxians, all the rest of the living beings bowed down and bowed down.

Of course, among the cultivators who kneel down, Zhulong, who is constantly refining the ancestral dragon balls in the depths of the four seas and improving his cultivation base, does not include Zhulong. Between layers of mysterious merits and virtues, the influence of coercion is eliminated.

"Hiss! How did Hongjun go to the west? What is he going to do?" Many cultivators were surprised that after Hongjun became a saint and established the Zixiao Palace, he didn't go 33 days away immediately. Instead, he flicked his sleeves and rolled his whole body There was an aura like hell like the sea, and they were heading towards the west step by step. This behavior immediately surprised Sanqing, Nuwa and other cultivators, and they all became puzzled.

At the same time, at the nether sea of ​​blood, Minghe rushed out on the twelve-grade lotus platform, stood on the sea and looked up at the sky. When he slightly turned his head to look at Hongjun, he sneered and said, "Hongjun, it seems that even if you become Holy, but concentration is not enough, hehe, after all, you are not in line with the way of heaven, you can't be like the way of heaven, ignore all living beings, don't care about the chance of good luck, ... However, this Zixiao Palace still has to go to preach the poor way, by the way In the process of listening to the sermon, also observe the strength of the saint."

Having said that, Styx stared at the west with a cold light shining in his eyes.

Not long after, when the visions of sanctification and the turbulent weather dissipated, countless cultivators dared to look up in Hongjun's direction. Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhenyuan... and other cultivators also lost their spiritual thoughts. Open, filled the air, and wanted to see what that heaven-defying Taoist Hongjun was doing in the west?But I saw that Hongjun stepped forward step by step, and the moment he stepped into the west, his whole body shook, and when the radiance of the holy way filled the air, his body seemed to turn into infinity, imitating the sky and the earth.

"Get up!" Daoist Hongjun looked strange, standing on the sky, like a giant, as high as the sky and the earth, his body surrounded by Taoist rhyme, he raised his right hand and pointed suddenly, the earth roared in the west direction, and mountain ranges collapsed Suddenly, a cyan light seemed to be stimulated and provoked by Hongjun's power, and it suddenly rose into the sky. A majesty even more terrifying than that of the saint just now erupted directly.

"Hiss! What's going on here? This aura is more terrifying and powerful than Taoist Hongjun when he became a saint. Although there are not many auspicious colors and visions, in this aura, it is ferocious and monstrous, and the vicissitudes of life seem endless. What is it? What?" Countless cultivators turned pale with shock, their eyelids twitching wildly.

The coercion of the saint dissipated, and they just got up, but in a blink of an eye they were crushed to bow down again. Under the oppression of this ferocious aura, all living beings, endless cultivators, trembling, kowtowed to the blue light in the west one by one. , as if the cyan light represented immortality and an incomprehensible way?It seems that even if he glanced at the existence under the blue light, his own pressure would increase sharply and his cultivation base would drop.All the cultivators were trembling, and everyone was inexplicably terrified.

Even cultivators such as Sanqing, Nuwa, Fuxi, and Zhenyuanzi in their respective dojos all trembled, and a shock flashed in their eyes. They looked towards the blue beam of light and tremblingly said: "This light The aura of death is pervasive, but even if it dies, is it stronger than Daoist Hongjun's aura of sanctification?"

There was no comparison just now, and all the cultivators were in awe of Hongjun. After all, the aura of the saint was too strong, but now the blue immortal light, the vast momentum, ancient and strong, immediately overwhelmed the anti-Hongjun that had just arisen in the hearts of all the cultivators. Jun's awe.It turns out that Hongjun's momentum is not the strongest?
At least the existence of the dead blue light can prove that in the distant years ago, maybe when the world was not opened up, there was a strong man who surpassed Hongjun. No matter whether such a strong man will appear in the future, but at least It has existed in the long river of time, and that blue light is the evidence.

"This is the real strong man! Even if he falls, he is no less powerful than a saint?" All of a sudden, Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhenyuan and other great Luo Jinxians were secretly surprised.

Even though there was death in this momentum, it was majestic, as if it was eternal and inviolable. This blue light turned into a huge beam of light, bombarding the sky, and even most of it went straight to Hongjun, and left in a mighty way?Hongjun's face darkened, and he retreated wildly, and he pointed with his hand.

Under his finger, the sky and the earth immediately trembled, and within the lingering dao rhyme, a burst of mana suddenly transformed into a vast holy light. This light was majestic, like a horse training, and went straight to the cyan immortal light, roaring away , the two were so fast that they collided in the western sky in an instant.

The collision of this blow was earth-shattering, a loud roar reverberated, and the rolling force scattered in all directions. Between the heaven and the earth, two great momentums that suppressed the common people descended from the sky. Cracking the holy light, he went straight to Hongjun to fight. This scene happened, which shocked the endless cultivator immediately. Daoist Hongjun was not his opponent?
"Pfft, bastard, you have long since fallen, and now dare to resist, and make a jade butterfly!" Hongjun was chased by the blue light, and when he retreated wildly, his eyes showed great anger, and he roared.

Immediately, Dao rhyme lingered, and when his body shook, Qingyun rose above his head, and three flowers gathered on the top of Qingyun, and one of the ups and downs of the good fortune jade butterfly suddenly trembled. It seemed to resonate with the entire prehistoric way of heaven in an instant. Immediately, Hongjun waved his hand, and his cultivation seemed to skyrocket. When he reached out and grabbed it, a giant palm that shrouded the sky surrounded by the power of the way of heaven roared directly towards the blue light. They collided and suddenly stalemate!

"Daoist Hongjun has just become a saint and made a jade butterfly, can he connect with the way of heaven and use the power of the way of heaven?" Seeing this scene, other practitioners of the prehistoric period may not be able to see anything, but Styx in the sea of ​​blood. His complexion suddenly changed, his pupils shrank violently, and he said in his heart.

He stared at the good fortune jade butterfly above Hongjun's head, as if he wanted to see through the mystery. On the other side, with the help of the power of heaven, Hongjun stalemate with the blue light for a long time.

Minghe suddenly had a strange light in his eyes, as if he had discovered something, and said: "This good fortune jade butterfly, no wonder it is called a magic weapon of the way of heaven. It turns out that it is a part of the way of heaven, not a spiritual treasure. Taoist Hongjun got this With the help of things, why is sanctification so fast?"

Speaking of this, Minghe's eyes showed deep thought, with a serious look,... Seeing that Hongjun's eyes were endlessly glowing with blue, it would be useless to continue in such a stalemate. , Space is indestructible, all laws, cause and effect are ineffective against it, and even the complete heavenly way cannot be destroyed or damaged, but the power exerted by the independent counterattack can only barely form a confrontation with the heavenly way, and it is difficult to suppress the opponent.

"Forget it, this is considered a shame for Taoist Hongjun. It can be said that the prestige he has just established as a saint has been weakened by most of it immediately, and it is not suitable to continue to consume it." Zhimang, with both hands pinching the formula and pointing at the void, immediately a ray of invisible Qi was unnoticed by all the cultivators, even Tiandao and Hongjun, and it drifted towards the west without sound, and then the endless cultivators saw, that The blue light actually receded?
"Hiss! What is that cyan light? It's so fierce? Even the saint Hongjun was suppressed at first, and he took out the Lingbao, so he barely resisted it, but why is it retreating now?" Countless trembling creatures opened their mouths wide. , sluggishly looking up at the sky, in bewilderment.

"The blue light represents an ancient existence that has already disappeared. It was just an instinctive counterattack, not a conscious attack on Taoist Hongjun. Now it has been stalemate for a while before it recedes?" Sanqing, Nuwa, Zhen Yuanzi... waited for the leader of the Daluo Jinxian to speculate secretly.

But anyway?In their hearts, they were shrouded in the coercion of the saint before, but the awe they had formed towards Taoist Hongjun had weakened a lot invisibly.They will still go to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, and even most of them are still proud to worship Hongjun's sect, but, at least in the hearts of all the cultivators, for a long time to come, they will not think that Taoist Hongjun is the most Strong!

Since you Hongjun Daoist is not the strongest, as long as we work hard, we may not have a chance to surpass in the future. Even if you Hongjun is the first saint in the prehistoric world, maybe we will become holy one day?For a while, in the hearts of Sanqing, Nuwa and others, there seemed to be ambitions growing, but soon this ambition was suppressed, and each of them buried it deeply in their hearts, not daring to reveal it.

But said that the cyan immortal light receded, and at the end of the sky, Taoist Hongjun was also slightly taken aback, then he thought to himself, secretly said: "No matter how strong you are, you will eventually perish. Although the power of the physical body is still majestic, even the way of heaven Indestructible is the strength that Pindao cannot shake, but you only have the instinct of the flesh after all. In this way, after Pindao has shown the strength to contend with you.

As long as you don't take the initiative to attack, you won't reject it, hehe, that's fine, wait for me to move you to the Chaos Zixiao Palace, study slowly, and strive for an early understanding, the mystery of sanctification of the body? "

Speaking of this, Hongjun's eyes showed a hint of determination, and with a flick of his sleeve, the west was immediately flooded, the earth roared everywhere, and when there were not many spiritual veins, when more were destroyed, endless creatures and cultivators only saw that in that western land Underground, the body of a gigantic monster rose from the ground.

Supported by Hongjun with all his strength and dragged by the power of the holy way, his huge body, with an aura of eternal vicissitudes, went straight to the direction of chaos.At this time, countless cultivators saw the appearance of this giant beast, but they saw that the body of this beast was majestic and ferocious, seemed to be full of power, and was unparalleled in strength.

During the rumble, all living beings looked up, and under the attention of all people, it took a long time before the body of this giant beast was moved by Hongjun into the chaos. A large number of cultivators were relieved, and only a few cultivators with inheritance, such as Sanqing, were horrified. Said: "The demon god must be the body of the chaos demon god?"

When everything calmed down, Hongjun's figure flashed, and after he disappeared, his indifferent voice echoed in the world: "I, Hongjun, have become a holy way now. A hundred years later, Zixiao Palace will open the way. Anyone who is destined can do it." Come and listen." His voice was indifferent, as if without the slightest emotion.

"Well! Although Taoist Hongjun can't be said to be the strongest in the past and present, he may not be able to surpass him, but after all, he is the strongest cultivator in the prehistoric era. It is a great opportunity for the saint to preach the Dharma." At this time, many cultivators responded. Come over, Sanqing, Zhenyuanzi, Nuwa and others, as well as many Daluo masters, soared into the sky, rumbled into the chaos, in the vastness, looking for the direction of Zixiao Palace, the chaos is vast, Hongjun He will not lead the way for everyone, so if he wants to be qualified to listen to the Dao, he must first find Zixiao Palace by himself within a hundred years.

In the nether sea of ​​blood, Minghe stood on the twelfth-grade lotus platform, looked at the sky for a while, and then glanced at Taoist Mosquito who was anxiously waiting beside him, and said calmly: "What's the hurry, isn't it a hundred years?"

With a flick of his sleeves, he took Daoist Mosquito and turned into a bloody rainbow that soared into the sky!
(End of this chapter)