Honghuang: I am the Great Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole.

Chen Changsheng took a slow step and approached the blood-colored cocoon in front of him. With each step, he found that the blood-colored pattern became more dazzling.

Chen Changsheng's eyes turned, knowing that the Taoist Mosquito in the blood-colored cocoon in front of him had already noticed his presence.

He did not speak, but just stepped forward step by step, suppressing the existence in the blood-colored cocoon.

Finally.

He arrived near the blood-colored cocoon.

A sharp voice sounded, and if you listen carefully, the sound was as thin as that of an ordinary mosquito.

"How dare you to approach me!"

As the sharp voice sounded, Chen Changsheng suddenly found that a black hole suddenly appeared in the blood-colored cocoon.

Immediately, the law of swallowing gathered in the center, and in the depths of the black hole, no one knew what was there.

Feeling this strong swallowing power.

Chen Changsheng's heart moved slightly.

"Is this the magical power that devoured the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother and the Twelve-Rank Merit Golden Lotus? It's really quite powerful."

"In the depths of that black hole, there might be a trace of the power of Hongmeng!"

Through the black hole formed by the Devouring Avenue, Chen Changsheng's Wanling Ancient Yi reflected the scene in the black hole and felt the throbbing power.

He knew that the Blood Winged Black Mosquito deliberately let him get close in order to devour his cultivation.

If he wasn't careful.

An ordinary Daluo Jinxian late-stage cultivator would definitely not be able to resist this devouring magical power.

But Chen Changsheng is not ordinary now.

"I'm not the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, who has that soft spot for you to devour!"

Chen Changsheng's eyes flashed, and he moved forward.

Whether it was the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother or the North Sea Black Turtle that became his subordinate, they all relied on their tortoise shells to think they could defend against all attacks.

But this is the prehistoric world, there are always cultivators who have the ability to bypass the defenses that cannot be solved and attack.

Chen Changsheng is different.

He knew in advance that the Taoist Mosquito's trump card was coming, so he was naturally prepared.

Chen Changsheng did not resist at this time, allowing the magical power that devoured the laws of the avenue to engulf him. With a rumble, the blood light in the blood-colored cocoon was bright.

However,

Soon.

He found that the physical strength of the invading cultivator in front of him was too strong, and his magical power could not break the skin of the cultivator in front of him at all.

Tough guy.

The Taoist Mosquito in the blood cocoon made a sharp cry.

If the physical body cannot be devoured, it doesn't matter, it can devour the soul.

In an instant.

His magical power changed, and began to devour the soul of the man in front of him.

Boom.

Chen Changsheng felt his soul shaking.

The figure of the blood-winged black mosquito appeared in his sea of ​​​​primordial spirit. With a flap of its six wings, a huge black hole appeared in his sea of ​​​​primordial spirit.

Chen Changsheng was amazed.

The Hongmeng beast that could devour the four inner disciples, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, was indeed not simple. This devouring magic power was not only effective on the flesh, but also on the primordial spirit.

"But, it is not simple to devour my primordial spirit."

Chen Changsheng muttered to himself.

The next moment.

The many spiritual treasures that floated in his primordial spirit appeared in front of the black hole one by one with mysterious trajectories.

Then countless treasure lights boiled in his sea of ​​​​primordial spirit.

Bang!

A muffled groan came from the blood-colored cocoon, and a bloody smell floated out from its inside.

Obviously.

Taoist Mosquito was hurt by the backlash of Taoism.

This is naturally a reasonable thing.

Chen Changsheng's current soul cultivation is indeed still a step behind his physical cultivation, but there are too many spiritual treasures floating in his soul.

His devouring magic contains the power of Hongmeng, and the Hongmeng Heaven-Measure Ruler in Chen Changsheng's soul is not just for show.

Among the fierce beasts, only the Mosquito Taoist has the word Hongmeng, but the Hongmeng Heaven-Measure Ruler, which is a treasure of acquired merit and killing, is definitely not inferior.

In this way.

The result of the Mosquito Taoist is naturally doomed, and he can only fail.

"Are you sent by the Styx Patriarch?"

"Who is it?"

The Mosquito Taoist in the blood-colored cocoon finally stopped attacking, and spoke in a fierce but weak voice, even trembling a little.

Chen Changsheng's heart moved slightly.

The Mosquito Taoist in the blood-colored cocoon was indeed most worried about the Styx Patriarch. The first moment he saw him, he contacted the Patriarch of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

It is indeed right to think so.

Under normal circumstances.

Only the Styx Patriarch, who was born from the same source as him, would discover his existence and even come toLet's look for him. Who else would come to the sea to look for mosquitoes when they have nothing to do?

Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the bloody cocoon in front of him, and finally stopped.

"I am not sent by the Styx Patriarch."

"I am the Southern Ghost Emperor of the Nine Netherworld, and I am here to help you!"

"......"

The Taoist Mosquito in the bloody cocoon was speechless for a moment.

Southern Ghost Emperor.

This Southern Ghost Emperor who hit him hard right away was not the lackey of the Styx Patriarch, but came to help him.

No matter how he listened to this, he felt incredible.

Since he transformed in the Netherworld Blood Sea, he knew that the Styx Patriarch who was born here before him would be his biggest opponent.

He hid his aura so that the Styx Patriarch would not find out, and practiced carefully, in order to replace him one day.

He had never thought that someone would be able to find him before the Styx Patriarch, and even vowed to help him deal with the Styx Patriarch.

However.

Taoist Mosquito did not disbelieve the words of the man in front of him, because the Southern Ghost Emperor had no need to lie to him.

There was no benefit in lying to him.

The other party had a reason to say that he wanted to deal with the Styx Patriarch.

Since the Styx Patriarch occupied the Shura Road, he has become more and more perverse. Some time ago, he even sent the Blood God Son to hunt down monks in the prehistoric world.

He also knew all this.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had an epiphany.

"Are you the monk that the ancestor wanted to catch?"

Unexpectedly, the Taoist Mosquito in front of him was also concerned about the Styx Patriarch's affairs, which made it easier to explain.

He nodded slightly.

"It was indeed me!"

Hearing Chen Changsheng's admission, a red light immediately emerged from the blood-colored cocoon.

Obviously, Taoist Mosquito now completely knew that Chen Changsheng was here to help him.

"If you had told me earlier that you were here to help me, how could I have been hurt?"

Listening to Taoist Mosquito's complaints, Chen Changsheng's lips curled slightly. What Taoist Mosquito said was complete nonsense. If he hadn't been able to resist this devouring magic, how could he have the opportunity to communicate on an equal footing now?