Prehistoric: A steady life, starting from Journey to the West

It's not that he hasn't been to Chaos, he has also swam in a small boat to the outer world, and he comes and goes quite chicly.

He is not afraid of getting lost in the sea of ​​chaos because he has clear coordinates of the Great Desolation. In his eyes, the Great Desolation Continent is as bright as a torch in the dark, and he is not worried about getting lost at all.

But those lost saints were expelled from the Great Desolate Continent, the entire causal line was completely cut off, and all their connections with the Great Desolate~ disappeared.

It's like being thrown overboard in the boundless ocean, no matter how hard they try to wander in the ocean, it's impossible for them to get back on board again.

What awaits them is nothing but boundless chaos.

Loneliness, loneliness, is a more terrible thing than death.

Chen Qi also finally knew why so many people in Honghuang were stuck on Zhunsheng.

Some people really can't go up, and some are afraid to go up.

"Could it be that we really have to look for the seventh primordial purple qi." Chen Qi thought to himself, it seemed that this was the only way to go.

Originally, he was full of confidence in the road ahead, but now after hearing Wen Hua's words, he was a little confused.

While thinking, suddenly, Chen Qi inexplicably felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

The sadness came out of nowhere, but it really came from the bottom of my heart, as if someone with a close relative had died, which made Chen Qi very uncomfortable.

Chen Qi felt bad, could something have happened?

Look at Wen Hua, he also has a sad face at this time, and he didn't know when it was full of tears.

Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it wasn't his relatives or friends who had the accident.

But this is the case!

"Brother Chen." Wen Hua wiped away the tears from his face with a solemn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be..."

Needless to say, Chen Qi also understood that although he had never experienced this, he was very aware of this phenomenon in his previous life.

This is - heaven and earth share sorrow!

Pushing open the door, the two Xuanxian guards were even more unbearable, half kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, choking with sobs.

When I came outside, it was noon and the sky was bright, but there were no dark clouds in the sky, since it was raining lightly.

The rain submerged in the ground, showing a bright red color, this is blood rain!

When the saint falls, the heaven and the earth grieve together!

What happened to the saint?

Chen Qi raised his eyes and looked, and saw that the whole world showed a trend of depression, no matter whether it was flowers, grass, birds, animals, plants, trees, insects or fish, they were all immersed in this indescribable sadness.

An hour ago, the sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

The sea of ​​blood is located in the underworld among the three realms, adjacent to the underworld transformed by Empress Houtu. It was transformed by a ray of blood from the belly button of the great god Pangu. The filthy and evil spirits in the whole three realms gather here.

It is the birthplace of the Asura clan, one of the six realms, and it is also the site of the ancestor Styx, one of the most powerful ancestors in the prehistoric times.

In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, the retreat place of Patriarch Styx.

Patriarch Minghe is a middle-aged man with cloudy eyes, with sword eyebrows and white teeth, ignoring the strong evil spirit on his body, he looks like a sword fairy.

Styx was deep in the secret room at this time, with a sad expression on his face.

"Oh, one wrong step, and the whole game is lost." Ming He sighed long and deeply, regretting it in his heart.

Originally, although he was not a saint, he himself was the creator of the Asura clan, one of the six realms, and he had a lot of merit and luck, plus he fit into a sea of ​​blood.

If the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, Styx will not die.

As long as he hides in the sea of ​​blood and doesn't set foot in the wild, even a saint can't do anything about him.

As for the saint, his quasi-sage peak cultivation base is enough for anyone who wants to offend him to weigh in.

Originally, Styx's little life in the sea of ​​blood was extremely comfortable.

However, unexpectedly, with the discovery of the outer world, Styx could not sit still when he saw the luck and merit in it, and took the initiative to send his Asura clan to fight.

The results are also gratifying, and the harvest of merit and luck made Styx lose his mind.

Directly, he forcibly broke through the level from the peak of the quasi-sage to the saint with merit.

Proving the way with merit and virtue is equivalent to the empowerment of heaven.

The lower the level of cultivation, the greater the merits and virtues that will be consumed to become a saint.

Like Styx, those who are at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, who are only close to the door, although the cost is still expensive, but Styx's net worth for so many years plus his recent income is not bad.

Styx couldn't hold back for a moment, after all, he was a saint!

Under the saints, all are ants.

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To be unsanctified means that one's own life and death are in the hands of others.

It's just a small pawn in the chess game of the saints.

Only by becoming a saint can one jump out of the chess game and transform from a chess piece to a chess player.

This temptation is too great.

As for the cost of living in the world after becoming a saint, don't you still have the income from fighting in other worlds? I think it should be able to provide for it.

Unexpectedly, he jumped into a bottomless pit, and the ancestor of Minghe wanted to cry but had no tears.

At this time, the closed eyes of Styx see through the void, and can clearly see ripples and fluctuations in the void.

As the top battle force in the prehistoric world, the sage has to swallow a huge amount of inspiration from the world at all times, and also needs to pay the heavens with a huge amount of energy as a reward.

......... 0

This is the price for the sage to stay on the big ship of Honghuang. Luck is the currency of heaven.

Invisible blades in the void swung down Styx's head every moment, and each cut cut off a bit of luck from Styx's body.

There is a golden cloud above Styx's head, and many wonderful images evolve in the golden cloud. There are stories of Styx's early travels in the prehistoric, heroic and righteous everywhere, and there are also scenes of Styx's killings without the wrath of both humans and gods.

But the main picture is the survival and reproduction of the handsome Asura tribe.

The Asura clan, one of the six realms, was created by Styx, and it is also his main source of merit and luck.

As for this golden cloud, it was Styx's own lucky golden cloud.

Originally, there were so many golden clouds covering the sky and the sun, and every time the Styx River unfolded, it covered thousands of miles, but now it has shrunk to only one foot square.

God's will is like a knife, reducing one's energy, it's really terrible.

If you are not in charge of the family, you don't know how expensive the firewood is. When the Styx came to the sage, you discovered the suffering of the sage.

The luck needed for a saint to live in the world is different from that of a quasi-sage, not just a hundred times more, but a thousand times more!

The luck needed by a saint can support a thousand quasi-sages at the same time.

Although the identity of the Patriarch of the Asura Clan and the Lord of the Blood Sea can bring a steady stream of luck to Styx, it is still a drop in the bucket for the consumption of a saint, and it is far from being able to support it.

Soon, all the luck of Styx was cut off by the knife of heaven, and the golden cloud above his head lost his luck, leaving only thick karma, turning into a daunting black cloud.

Chapter 27

Dark clouds are overwhelming, and the time of death has come.

This black cloud of luck swirled a few times above Styx's head, covered his head directly, and headed straight for Niwan Palace.

Styx only felt a nameless anger in his heart. Seeing that everything in this world was not pleasing to the eye, he had the urge to destroy everything. At the same time, jealousy, remorse, sadness, and all kinds of negative emotions came together, which made Styx's ancient well quiet. The state of mind gave birth to a sense of world-weariness.

What's the point of living in this kind of world, it's better to commit suicide, it's over.

As soon as this thought appeared, it was killed by Styx's sword intent.

"It's useless, it's useless." Styx laughed. He has been sanctified. This body is just the reflection in the lake. He committed suicide, it was like a foolish dream.

"Heavenly Dao, you only have this means?" Styx shouted arrogantly.

It seemed that he was irritated by Styx's attitude, and in the next second, Tiandao's method came.

An aura of calamity grew out of Styx's acupoint directly out of thin air. Styx, who was still a middle-aged man, turned into a crumpled and crooked old man in an instant.

At the same time, there were wind calamity, fire calamity, and thunder calamity falling in the void at the same time, hitting Styx's body.

"The five declines of heaven and man, that's all." Styx sneered disdainfully. If it was someone else, even those quasi-sages at the peak would die instantly after taking this blow.

Because no matter how high your cultivation level is, if your lifespan is cut off by heaven, you will die of old age immediately.

Although Da Luo Jinxian has lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, but the infinite life span also has an end, and this end is just a stroke of the heavenly dao.

But this is useless for Styx, because he has already been sanctified, and what he entrusts is nothing but his foundation, the sea of ​​blood.

You can cut off my lifespan and let me go straight to the end of death, but the lifespan of the sea of ​​blood is endless, and you can't cut it off.

Styx directly blew himself up and turned into a cloud of blood mist. The next moment, soaked in the power of the sea of ​​blood, he immediately reunited his body and returned to the appearance of the middle-aged Taoist.

"After all, the way of heaven is also a dead thing. I have the strength of a saint now. Without luck, what can you do to me?"

Accompanied by Styx's clamor, an index finger lightly pressed down on the sea of ​​blood, and Styx's head was instantly pierced in the secret room, and he fell to the ground, his body bursting into blood mist.

In the next second, the sea of ​​blood surged, and Styx's figure reunited.

"Old man Hongjun, you are a running dog of heaven. Once my luck is exhausted, you will come and kill me."

"However, it's useless. My sustenance is the entire sea of ​​blood. If the sea of ​​blood doesn't dry up, the Styx river will never die. Even if you are Hongjun Daozu, you may not be able to do anything to get me."

If the sea of ​​blood does not dry up, Styx will not die.

In fact, Styx had such means when he was quasi-sage.

But at that time, the fit of the blood sea was not perfect, and the connection between him and the blood sea could actually be cut off, so Styx rarely set foot in the prehistoric, for fear that he would be killed by the saint after he got out of the blood sea.

However, after Styx became a saint, using the entire sea of ​​blood as his sustenance, the foundation of enlightenment, can be said to have completely supplemented his previous shortcomings, and he no longer has any shortcomings.

Now it can be said that the sea of ​​blood is the river Styx, and the river Styx is the sea of ​​blood, the two are one.

To kill Styx completely, the only way is to destroy the entire sea of ​​blood.

However, this cannot be done.

The sea of ​​blood is the umbilical cord of Pan Gu, the place where the evil qi of the entire Three Realms gathers, and it bears the extremely important role of sewage and degradation in the prehistoric world.

If there is no sea of ​​blood, evil spirits will pervade the world, and the world will inevitably be in chaos. Even a saint would not dare to bear such karma.

As the person in charge of the Dao of Heaven, Hongjun is even more impartial and selfless, and everything is prehistoric.

That's why Ming He was so arrogant and confident. He was sure that Taoist Hongjun would put the overall situation first and would not attack him.

However, he underestimated Daozu Hongjun after all.

In Zixiao Palace, Daozu's cold and indifferent voice came slowly.

"Blood sea, dry!"

The boundless sea of ​​blood that covered almost half of the underworld suddenly disappeared.

The countless Asura people who lived in the sea of ​​blood were at a loss at this moment, because from their perspective, the blood-colored sky and the blood-colored ground they had been familiar with all along suddenly disappeared.

The land of the underworld, the sky of the underworld, that orange color is so strange 0......

Ancestor Minghe was still laughing arrogantly, but when he saw this scene, the smile was on his face, looking a little funny.

He never imagined that Daozu was so determined that he would rather drain the sea of ​​blood than kill him.

Looking at the sky, there was another index finger falling slowly, Minghe was also unwilling, let out a roar, summoned up all his mana, and Yuantu Abi's two swords faced the sky.

However, it is futile after all.

In the next second, Styx's head was pierced, and his body slowly fell from the sky.

However, this time, he could never be resurrected again.

Before he died, Ming He looked at the Asura people on the ground looking at him one by one, with reluctance on his face, and sighed: "I shouldn't be a saint like this shit, I can't bear it, I really can't let it go !"

Ming He looked up to the sky and sighed, "After being a wimp all my life, I just want to sit on the chess board and play a good game of chess. Is it so difficult?"

Patriarch Styx died.Yuantu Abi's two innate spirit treasures turned into two rays of light and disappeared.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!" All the Asuras were weeping bitterly, with sad faces. In the eyes of outsiders, Styx is a big devil who can kill without counting.