Primordial Chaos: I, the Four Pure Ones of the Primordial Beginning, beg the Heavenly Dao to step do

Chapter 138 Death on the Verge of Fall! The Fourth Fallen Saint Pill! Houtu is Enraged!

However, the moment the soul of the dead was exposed to the world, the backlash from the power of merit did not stop.

In just a few breaths.

Thirty percent of the divine power of death has already been extinguished!

If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation had already reached the level of Hunyuan Daluo.

The laws of the Great Dao are completely integrated with the divine soul.

As the backlash of merit swirled around his soul, the Great Dao of Death manifested, and he withstood more than half of the damage.

Even if he's not dead now, he's probably just a few remnants of his soul lingering before everyone's eyes.

"Cough cough... I... can no longer continue the worship."

"You shall figure out a way to deal with the Primordial Chaos yourselves..."

Having said that, Death no longer paid any attention to the three of them. With a gloomy, watery gaze, it flew straight out of Zixiao Palace and disappeared into the vast chaos.

"Hongjun, this is your idea."

"Now that things have come to this, is there any way to remedy the situation?"

"If we cannot destroy the Primordial One this time..."

"With the vengeful nature of the Four Cleanups."

"We will never have peace!"

"We have to worry all the time about sudden massacres and retaliations."

As fate gently inquired, creation also turned its gaze to Hongjun, its eyes darkening as it urged him on.

"If you have a way to continue cursing the Beginning, then tell me quickly."

"If it can be remedied, we will take immediate action."

"If things can't be changed, then break up the group and run for your lives."

"If Tai Chu realizes what's happening and leads Luo Hou and the others to attack us, the two of us can escape to the chaotic void and never come back."

"But you might not be able to act with us."

Faced with the inquiries and urgings of fate and destiny.

Hongjun shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with helplessness, and gave the answer that instantly enraged the two of them.

"If there had been a way, I would have used it already."

"But is it really necessary to wait until now?"

Upon hearing this, Destiny also abandoned its gentle demeanor, its eyes blazing with almost tangible fury as it sternly questioned Hongjun.

"Are you really that stupid, or do you think we're brain-dead?!"

"Don't think we don't know what kind of person you are!"

"A coward who always hides his true intentions from people and things!"

"But now you're telling me that?"

"The mess has been made, and you have no way to clean it up!"

"Do you really think that just because you're so powerful, we can't do anything to you?!"

As it questioned him sharply, Destiny offered up a dark purple pill, radiating extreme resentment and boundless malevolent energy, its eyes wide open as it stared intently at Hongjun.

"You should be very familiar with this!"

"If you dare to play tricks on us again..."

"We'll send you to see Pangu first!"

Looking at the pill in Fate's hand, Hongjun was immediately startled.

One of the most malevolent and rare treasures of the Heavenly Dao: The Fallen Saint Pill!

It shares the same lineage as the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin and the Six Soul Banner.

It was formed from the remnants of essence, energy, and spirit that remained between heaven and earth after the death of the three thousand chaotic demon gods.

A being truly capable of killing a Heavenly Saint!

"Aren't there only three of these?"

"And they all ended up in my hands."

Where does fate come from?

Despite the growing doubts in his mind, Hongjun still shook his head slightly, indicating that he had no backup plan.

"Fellow Daoists, I truly have no more tricks up my sleeve."

"You have all witnessed the Four Cleans' ability to cause trouble and their cultivation level."

"Most of the magical treasures I possessed were plundered by them, leaving only a few innate spiritual treasures that were more for show than practical use."

"And this Six Souls Banner is my last trump card."

"If you want to eliminate future troubles."

"Then let us continue to worship the Six Soul Banner."

"Pray that the power of merit in the beginning is not much."

"Complete the curse to kill him before you are killed by the backlash."

"Otherwise, the day they escape will be the day we perish and our souls are extinguished."

"As for escaping to the chaotic void, that is indeed a solution."

"But what if, in the near future, the Four Pure Ones take control of the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man, and step into the realm of the Primordial Heavenly Dao?"

"Even if you run away to other worlds and hide away..."

"I'm afraid they'll find out too, grind their bones to dust, and burn their souls to ashes!"

Upon hearing Hongjun's reply, Fate and Creation fell completely silent, their eyes fixed on each other with a somber, unchanging gaze.

I pondered how to get them to willingly complete the next part of the worship.

After all, no matter how much merit the Primordial One possessed, it was impossible to stop the two Primordial Great Luo Immortals from unleashing their curse.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

If we're lucky, we might only need to sacrifice one person.

That would exhaust the merits of the Primordial One.

At that time, whether one kills it and dominates humanity, or uses the divine power of the Earthly Dao and the Heavenly Dao to ascend to the realm of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

Everything will become incredibly simple and safe!

……

As the three destinies pondered how to completely curse and kill the Primordial One.

Rahu had already led everyone to the outside of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

And at the moment they sensed their arrival.

The Gates of Hell suddenly appeared from the void.

The Nine Netherworld then manifested before them.

"We pay our respects to the Great Emperor of Fengdu."

The gates of hell are guarded by the people of the Wu tribe.

The moment they saw the figure of the Primordial One, they immediately knelt down and shouted to welcome his arrival.

Where is the Ancestral Witch Houtu now?

As soon as Tai Chu finished asking the question, a member of the Wu Clan with strength comparable to a Taiyi Golden Immortal at the peak of perfection stepped out from among the many Wu Clan soldiers.

"Reporting to the Great Emperor of Fengdu, the Ancestral Witch Houtu is currently at the Naihe Bridge, suppressing heretical demons and gods while brewing Meng Po soup for the souls of reincarnation."

"If you wish to find the Ancestral Witch Houtu, simply follow the path of the Yellow Springs inward."

"Once you pass through Fengdu City, you will be able to see the figure of Houtu, the Ancestral Witch."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou and the others dared not delay in the slightest.

He immediately took Tai Chu and fled towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

As the tunnels gradually revived, the Netherworld and the Nine Netherworld also continued to devour the surrounding void and expand.

Only a few hundred years have passed.

That's already more than double what it used to be!

Although the ever-expanding Netherworld symbolizes more suffering for ordinary souls of the dead.

However, it did not have much impact on Luo Hou and the others.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they followed the Yellow Springs River, passed through Fengdu City, and arrived at the Bridge of Helplessness.

They saw Houtu, who was constantly brewing Meng Po soup for countless lost souls.

"Why did you all come together?"

Looking at Luo Hou and the others who had come with him.

Houtu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

However, when she saw the Primordial Beginning, enveloped in immeasurable merit and whose aura was gradually weakening.

His eyes flashed with ferocity and killing intent, and he flashed straight in front of him.

"Brother Taichu, who has caused you such suffering!"

"I will tear him to pieces, burn his soul to ashes, and condemn him to eternal damnation in the eighteenth level of hell!!!"

Tai Chu was about to answer Hou Tu's angry question.

Tongtian, who was guarding him, suddenly revealed a hint of killing intent as he glanced at him. The Qingping Sword and the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Star Sword instantly appeared in his palm.

"Destruction Sword Path - Seven Forms - Forbidden Heaven and Earth!"

(End of this chapter)