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Chapter 87 Saints War on the Sea of ??Blood

Six paths of reincarnation, above the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood, Houtu was wearing plain clothes, muttering to himself, tears in his eyes were shaking. The corners of his mouth kept shaking, and not long after, the eighteen great wishes were sworn to heaven. They were extremely pious, with their hands crossed,

Put it on my chest, my eyes were filled with compassion, with countless vicissitudes and a hint of regret.

Houtu transformed into the six realms of reincarnation, with immeasurable merits. But she didn't know how many people were crying behind her, and how many brothers and sisters were sad. Houtu's reincarnation, for the witch clan, is simply a failure to succeed in his master.

Death first, one of the twelve ancestor witches was missing first. The twelve Dutian Divine Evil Formation that they depended on immediately became a second-rate formation.

The twelve capital heavenly evil formation lacking the central Wutu earth is simply not threatening. However, even with Houtu, their formation, known as the largest formation in the prehistoric world, does not have any damage to the saints.

The Qingqiu Mountains, the six huge wings of Dijiang were constantly inflating, with tears in his eyes. The remaining eleven ancestor witches looked at each other and felt their whole body shake. Sadness, a kind of sadness and heartache. Especially Xuanming

, Her Houtu has the best relationship, and being a woman among the ancestor witches is naturally better.

He knelt on the land where Houtu left with a loud bang, tears fell down little by little, and cried, "Sister Houtu, why are you doing it? Why are you doing it!"

The ancestor witch was sad, but the countless human souls in the world were liberated. They took off their anger and rushed to the Nine Nether Hell. The gathering place of the human race in Qingqiu Mountain, Suiren took it with him.

The shaking body led the human race and fell to the ground.

He cried out in pain: "Empress Houtu is merciful, Empress Houtu is merciful!"

This is gratitude beyond race. Although the witch tribe has brought a catastrophe to the human race, it is not different from race in the face of great love. The light rises in the sky, which is the prayer of the human race's unjust soul, and it is also in this scene.

The most beautiful flowers in the war of survival of the race, but unfortunately, these beauty will instantly pass by the wind. As they leave, the life of Houtu is also the life.

Above the Nine Nether Blood Sea, Chen Yuyang was covered in white figure, standing in the void, the sea of ​​blood was still dirty, still emitting a bloody stench, but it was no longer important now. Seeing Houtu’s beautiful face little by little

Chen Yuyang didn't know how he felt it.

A long sigh was heard, and the folding fan in Chen Yuyang's hand was separated, closed, and separated again: "Houtu, a sage once said that there are only two things in this world that can make people awe. One is the morality in people's hearts, and the other is

The starry sky above our heads. What you do today is a great love that transcends the boundaries of race!”

Houtu's body slowly dissipated, and finally a hint of happy smile appeared on his face, saying, "Brother Qingyang, you can come to send Houtu for the last journey, Houtu is already satisfied. I just hope that Brother Dao can remember it.

Houtu, although Houtu has transformed into the six realms, he is still happy in his heart! Brother Dao, goodbye forever!"

Tears fell into the sea of ​​blood drop by drop, and the dirty sea of ​​blood became clearer bit by bit. Chen Yuyang stared at the stars of tears, and felt infinite reluctance surged in his heart, saying: "Hou Tu,

Have you really decided?"

Houtu said with great emphasis: "Brother Dao, there is no need to say much. Although Houtu has transformed into the six realms in the future, his heart will always exist in the vast land. He seeks a glimmer of life for our witch clan, and also seeks a glimmer of life for these dead human races. The Way of Heaven is the Lord

, The Great Dao Loves, Brother Dao, I will remember you and always remember you!"

Chen Yuyang turned his head helplessly and smiled: "Fellow Taoist Houtu loves you very much, how can you not know about your brother? It's just that love has a big or small size, and great love is infinite."

As he said that, something suddenly appeared in Chen Yuyang's hand, which seemed to be a token. He threw it over the sea of ​​blood with one hand, blocking Houtu's body. Chen Yuyang said silently: "Fellow Taoist Houtu loves the world so much, loves the prehistoric world, I

How can you let me leave like this?"

"Break!" A shout was heard, and there was infinite light above the sea of ​​blood.

Houtu transformed into the Six Paths and fell into the world. It was originally the arrangement of the way of heaven. The destiny of heaven was his final result, but now Chen Yuyang forced himself to go against the sky again, and the way of heaven will naturally be furious. The saint of heaven cannot tolerate this matter.

It happened, so six rays of light flashed immediately above the sea of ​​blood.

Nuwa was dressed in blue clothes and said with tears on her face: "Why are brother so persistent?"

I was riding the green cow with a calm face, but in the calmness, I was angry. Yuan Shi had already come out of the Pangu Banner and said to Chen Yuyang: "That, Qingyang, you are not a son of man, but you actually dare to rebel.

Going from heaven. Are you not afraid of the punishment of thunder in heaven?”

Zhunti and Jie Yin also appeared on the sea of ​​blood at the same time, pointing at Chen Yuyang and said, "Thief, how dare you!"

The saint of Heaven is only Tongtian, neither slow nor slow. He is wearing a purple-red Yin-Yang Taoist robe, riding his own Kuiniu, with four swords behind him, holding a pot of wine in his hand, and a golden light shines above the sea of ​​blood. He listens to Tongtian singing.

, extremely free and elegant: "I will be born when Pangu opens the sky, and I will be inherited in Zixiao Palace. The four swords of Zhuxian Zhuxian God, and the universe is said on Jinao Island!"

Tongtian came here, looked at Yuanshi, looked at me, laughed twice, and went forward to salute and said, "Two senior brothers, I haven't seen each other for many years, I don't know that the two senior brothers are safe!"

Yuanshi, Laozi and Tongtian are the Three Pure Ones after all, and their fate is not there, and their love is still there. They bow to each other and said, "I have met Junior Brother Tongtian!"

The two Zhunti and Jie Yin have neither fate nor love, but they are still there in name, so they also come over and bow and say, "I have met Senior Brother Tongtian!" Nuwa and Tongtian are better.

It was because of Chen Yuyang's relationship and because Tongtian took good care of the demon clan, Nuwa also came to Tongtian in a blue dress and said, "I have seen Tongtian as my senior brother!"

Tongtian carried the wine pot and gave the gift one by one, then laughed and said, "The brothers and sisters are so lucky today that they gathered in the sea of ​​learning. What is the so-called "?

Yuanshi curled his lips and said, "Tongtian, don't pretend to be confused when you understand. The Qingyang thief violated the way of heaven today and actually saved Houtu. The way of heaven moved us. We are the saints of heaven, and we must...

.....”

Yuanshi's words were naturally righteous, but Tongtian was disdainful. It was just my words that made Tongtian embarrassed, so I listened to me: "Junior Brother Tongtian, what are you going to do today? I have to follow the way of heaven to Brother Qingyang
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