Wei Shuyu had a plain face and chuckled, "The sea of ​​blood is indeed our ancestor's back garden."

"Back garden? Haha, I like this word!"

"Yuantu, Abi!" The blood wave tens of thousands of feet high contained the innate killing sword.

"I have a sword that can cut through the air!" Wei Shuyu held Yin and Yang in his hand and swung out his sword energy, directly cutting off the blood wave.

Behind the blood waves is the beautiful red lotus fire.

The red lotus karma fire is emitted by the red lotus of the twelfth grade karma fire. This fire is relatively ethereal and does not burn the monk's body. Instead, it ignites the karma fire all over the monk's body and burns the soul of the soul.

Ordinary monks are tainted by a star of flame, and their body and soul are instantly destroyed.

It has to be said that Ancestor Minghe is worthy of being the top power in the world, with rich experience in killing methods and extremely fierce and ruthless attacks, but this is also the effect Wei Shuyu wants!

"Kongtong Seal!" The boundless destiny of the human race protects Wei Shuyu's Taoist body, and the red lotus karma fire can do nothing.

This battle took place in a sea of ​​​​blood, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the blood waves and storms were rising higher and higher.

Wei Shuyu and Ancestor Minghe went from the initial trial to exhausting their strength, and the battle of magical powers was vivid and vivid!

The sea of ​​blood subsided.

Yuantu, Abi hangs behind Ancestor Minghe.

Ancestor Minghe looked solemn, then smiled, "You are worthy of the title of Human Emperor. You are invincible among the saints."

Wei Shuyu also smiled, "Ancestor Minghe is also the first person among saints."

This battle was considered a draw between the two sides.

Wei Shuyu and Ancestor Minghe looked at each other and both laughed.

…

Beiming Demon Master Palace.

Ancestor Kunpeng showed his true form and relied on Hetu Luoshu to mediate with Wei Shuyu with all his strength.

Wei Shuyu felt much more relaxed as he fought with Kunpeng.

Ancestor Kunpeng is a quasi-sage Dzogchen. His cultivation is not as good as Styx, and his spiritual treasures are not as good as Styx. However, he is worse than him because he is a top-notch expert in the world and has fierce killing methods.

When it comes to fighting, pay attention to the point.

Wei Shuyu is a young man, and he still pays attention to virtue when dealing with seniors.

When the time is right, he took the initiative to stop and said, "Thank you, Ancestor Kunpeng, for showing mercy."

"Jie Jie Jie." Patriarch Kunpeng let out his inherent sneer, showing his Taoist body, but his gloomy eyes showed a lot of admiration for this young man, "Yes, he knows how to measure, and knows how to save face for the old monk!"

Wei Shuyu came to invite a fight, how could Kunpeng not know his purpose? It's just Hunyuan Road.

Wei Shuyu wants to fight and hone himself to break through to Hunyuan Daluo, so why not Kunpeng?

Wei Shuyu is indeed a genius, only seen in the ancient times. If he can reach that step first, he can be regarded as setting an example for all the monks in the ancient times.

Saints have great limitations. If you want to have the foundation of sainthood, the road is dead. Hunyuan Daluo does not have it. There is no conflict between monks, and it is even mutually beneficial and win-win.

Wei Shuyu bid farewell to Kunpeng and traveled again to the ancient world.

Kunpeng sat back in the main hall of the Demon Master's Palace, recalling the fight just now.

The Jiao Demon King served him respectfully, "Teacher, are you really unable to defeat Wei Shuyu?"

Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes, which were dark and cold, but he did not deny it, "I can't beat him."

"Since the beginning of the world, there have always been geniuses born in every era. They have been popular for hundreds of millions of years. The beast emperor Shen Ni, the ancestor of Rahu's demonic way, the head of the male immortals of the East Prince, the Emperor Jun, and the master of the Taiyi Demon Court have all amazed an era.

."

"In the end, it inevitably turned into a wisp of dust and flew away."

"Little Jiao, remember the teacher's words, learn to be patient, and survive to the end, you will be a powerful person."

"Yes, teacher, I have remembered this."

"Teacher, will Wei Shuyu...be like them?"

"Wei Shuyu rose from a young age. With a weak human body, he is as good as a saint. He has infinite possibilities. As a teacher, I don't want him to fly away. The road to Hunyuan still needs to be explored..."

Wei Shuyu traveled aimlessly in the ancient continent.

Unknowingly, we reached the primitive dense forest.

"Now that you're here, let's go and visit my uncle."

In front of Pangu Hall.

Gong Gong, Zhu Rong stood guard in front of the palace as if facing a formidable enemy, "Wei Shuyu, what are you doing here?"

"Could it be that because we, the Witch Clan, obey the edict of the Heavenly Court, we really think that we are a vassal of the Heavenly Court?"

"Shu Yu came here for this reason."

"What? Sister Houtu? There is no room for discussion about Sister Houtu, so leave quickly!" Gonggong Zhurong shouted loudly.

Wei Shuyu was confused, "I...did I mention the queen's soil?"

"Let's go, go quickly." Zhu Rong and Gonggong began to chase Wei Shuyu away.

Wei Shuyu waved his hand, and countless human supplies were placed in front of Pangu Hall.

Gong Gong, Zhu Rong looked at the countless human supplies, his eyes couldn't help but shine, and he swallowed hard, "What...Shu Yu, it's cold outside, come inside and talk."

"Thank you Gonggong, and wish Rong Zuwu."

"Not bad."

…

In the middle of Pangu Hall.

The eleven ancestral witches plus Chi You sat quietly and looked at Wei Shuyu.

When Gonggong and Zhu Rong saw that Brother Di Jiang was silent, they quickly whispered: "Brother, it's not easy for Shuyu to come all the way. You could just say something."

"Ahem!"

Di Jiang coughed twice and said bluntly: "My Emperor Jiang, brothers and sisters, thank the Emperor of Wei for helping us."

Di Jiang was naturally referring to setting up a great spirit gathering formation and resurrecting all of his own.

"Brother, there's no need to thank you. We don't speak the same language as one family."

"Pfft!" The Twelve Ancestral Witch just drank the fine tea sent by Wei Shuyu and couldn't help but spit it out.

Di Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"You... you..." The ancestral shamans of Dijiang muttered for a long time, and finally were speechless. Sister Hou Tu became a saint and chose to be a Taoist companion with Wei Shuyu. It was definitely not an impulse, but a deliberate decision.

Hou Tu has already agreed, so what's the use of the opposition of the ancestral witches? If he doesn't like Wei Shuyu anymore, it will only make things difficult for Hou Tu's sister.

"Brother-in-law...you're welcome, sit down, sit down."

"Thank you, uncle."

There was silence in Pangu Hall.

Wei Shuyu made a request, "Shuyu is here this time, firstly to visit all the uncles and aunts, and secondly to learn about the Dutian Shensha Formation."

"Dutian Shensha Formation, it's easy to talk, easy to say, we are all one family." Gonggong, Zhu Rong said enthusiastically, looking back and seeing the look in his eldest brother's eyes, he immediately fell silent.

"Well, brother... you can't rely on us. Shuyu really gave us too much."

Di Jiang glared at Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, his face showing solemnity, "Uncle Yu, the Dutian Divine Evil Formation is extremely powerful. Once it is deployed, it will be difficult for us to control it delicately, and we may hurt you."

"It's not a big deal. Shuyu has the luck of the race to protect his body. Please help me, uncles and brothers." Wei Shuyu requested again.

Di Jiang thought for a moment and nodded solemnly, "Okay."

"Shuyu, come with me."

The twelve ancestral witches all stood up and walked towards the deepest part of Pangu Hall.

Wei Shuyu followed.

The power of the ancestral witches surged, and cracks in the void appeared deep in Pangu Palace.

Wei Shuyu walked into the crack in the void. The place was covered in fog and exuded a mysterious and eternal atmosphere.

"Where...is this? It seems to have escaped from the prehistoric times?" Wei Shuyu looked thoughtfully, his purple eyes unable to see through this space.

"You're here..." Just when Wei Shuyu was stunned, a voice rang out from the sea of ​​consciousness. It was timeless, profound, and vicissitudes of life.

"who?"

"Twelve Dutian Shensha Formation!" With twelve shouts, the Dutian Shensha Formation stood up, and a phantom suddenly formed in the void.

Pangu’s shadow!

The shadow, majestic and powerful, holds a giant axe, eyes slightly closed, exuding supreme pressure.

Xuying suddenly opened his eyes.
To be continued...