Chapter eight hundred and eighty seventh words are not speculative
Only a thousand days of being a thief, but there is no one who can defend against a thief for a thousand days.
I am stared at by someone every day and will be bad for you anytime and anywhere. Moreover, this person is still a way of heaven that you can't beat and cannot afford to offend. I'm afraid no one would want to provoke such trouble.
The reason why it was not targeted as an anomaly in the past was actually very simple.
When he was appointed as a god, he was just a ground immortal cultivation. Such an anomaly was too weak and could not attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao at all. Not to mention the Heavenly Dao, any person could kill him, so the Heavenly Dao naturally didn't care.
What's more, I later followed the heavens and joined Xiqi, and had the power to join me, and even joined me. If I didn't commit suicide, I wouldn't die.
During Journey to the West, although he changed his small trend, he did not go against the general trend. What's more, the way of heaven has retreated, and I am the saint who serves on behalf of Tianmushu. In addition, his strength is strong, so there is no problem.
But it is not possible now. Fang Qingshan, the strength of the Mosquito Taoist and the Eternal Heavenly Boat are enough to attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao.
After all, this combination has the ability to break the balance of heaven and earth and go against the general trend.
Therefore, a reasonable identity is needed, and if the Mosquito Taoist becomes the Lord of the Sea of Blood, it will naturally not be a problem.
At least it will not be targeted specifically by the way of heaven.
Looking at the incredible face, the Styx River, who looked like you were crazy about gaining and losing your heart, said the Mosquito Taoist lightly,
"Two choices, one is that you swear to submit to me, and your cultivation is not higher than before me, and you will never betray me. The other is death!"
If you drink a friend, you can drink a thousand cups of wine, and you can't speak a lot without any speculation.
The Mosquito Taoist did not want the Styx to jump over the wall, so he left some room for Styx. He promised that if his cultivation level was higher than his own, he could get rid of the constraints.
Although this promise is like fighting as a siege, it is of no use at all.
Because, now the cultivation level of the Styx is not as good as that of him, and it will be even more difficult to catch up with the Lord of the Blood Sea, especially if the Mosquito Taoist wants to improve his cultivation, he just needs to chew a few spiritual treasures.
Styx naturally didn't know what Mosquito Taoist planned, and he didn't care about this at all, because it was impossible for him to agree to this request.
Not everyone can put their faces down like Lan Deng. They worship their former classmates as their teachers.
And at least this person has become a saint.
What kind of virtue is the mosquito Taoist who can make the Styx surrender?
As a great god innate, the Lord of the Blood Sea of Heaven, even if he becomes a saint, it may not be impossible, so he naturally has his pride.
Not to mention the Mosquito Taoist, a person who is inexplicable, even a saint will not be able to enslave him.
Otherwise, in the future, Zhunti will only take a fancy to the Hehuo Honglian and will not enslave him.
If I had a softer bone, I would have long since given up money and avoided disasters.
But the Styx didn't. Even if you were forced to be an otaku, even if you even blocked the door, you would be as happy as possible.
It’s time to say this, and obviously I can’t be good.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha..."
Styx laughed in anger.
"You actually want to seize the position of the Lord of the Sea of Blood? How dare you? Who gave you the courage?"
"Don't talk about you, even the leader of the Dragon and Phoenix tribes does not have this ability. I am the lord of the Tianding Blood Sea. With the Blood Sea Formation, even if the three tribes launch an army, they can be kept out."
"Hmph, if you don't go in heaven, if you don't have a way, if you don't have a way to go, you dare to throw your ideas on the ancestor. It seems that you should have this disaster in your destiny. God will use my hand to destroy you."
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The more Styx spoke, the louder it became, and the Yuantu Abi sword in his hand kept ringing.
The murderous aura penetrates the body and makes people shudder.
For a moment, the entire sea of blood was covered with blood waves and evil spirits soaring into the sky.
The blood waves surging to the sky, and the evil spirits spread to the earth's veins.
The blood tide is surging like the thunderbolt roaring in the spring. The ghosts cried and the wolf howled, but it was like the strong wind blew the nine summers.
Not only that, because the sea of blood moved, the evil spirits of the whole world also rioted.
All the three realms fluctuate and fluctuate, and the evil aura between heaven and earth suddenly increases.
The progress of the catastrophe suddenly surged. The mass catastrophe that had originally taken about a thousand years to explode was shortened ten times in an instant.
At this moment, both the Dragon and Phoenix tribes and Hongjun changed color instantly.
Because even at the level of the Ancestral Dragon and Tianfeng, they have luck and the most precious treasures to protect their bodies, and they still cannot resist the invasion of evil spirits.
There is only one temptation and one thought in my mind, that is, killing, killing the world, unifying the prehistoric world, adding luck to one's body, and realizing the Hunyuan.
Even Luohu, a person who is afraid of the world's chaos, seems to be a little beyond his control.
It’s not scary to be confused, what you are afraid of is that you can’t control it.
In this way, it is easy to make wedding clothes for others.
How can selfish people be willing to harm themselves and benefit others?
The only thing that is still resting on your mind and not happy or worried is to raise your eyebrows.
Having seen the great catastrophe of Kaitian, what if the catastrophe of dragon and phoenix is ten times more intense?
Moreover, the more intense the catastrophe, the better. In the end, it is impossible to say that the Heavenly Dao has to use his own hands to clean up the mess.
In this way, the way of heaven lacks cause and effect, and he has to pinch his nose and droop his luck, so that his injuries can recover faster.
"Hmph, the three tribes of dragons and phoenixes? They are just chess pieces under the laws of heaven and are the pioneers of the king. Moreover, if they can't do it, it doesn't mean others can't do it."
When Mosquito Taoist talks about the three tribes of dragon and phoenix, his face is not slim.
Although the three tribes are now extremely powerful, they are just chess pieces in the hands of Luohu and Hongjun.
After the catastrophe of dragon and phoenix was over, he had to honestly suppress the world and the world.
Although there are countless energy, it is hard to have a rise again.
Don’t you see that in the future, the Eastern Prince and Duke commanded the male immortals in the world, set up a temple to the East China Sea, the Heavenly Court unified the demon clan, and also wanted to deal with the dragon clan. Later, Haotian ascended the throne, and the dragon clan still wanted to submit. This is pretty good. The Eight Immortals cross the sea, Nezha fussed in the sea, Sun Monkey robbed the Dragon Palace, etc., that would be afflicted.
However, in comparison, the Dragon Clan has at least some reputation, while the Phoenix and Qilin Clans are all the same as everyone else and have become legends.
"Hmph, you should have this disaster. I think it's your disaster."
"As for why you dare? Haha, haven't you noticed it? I'm also a creature of blood sea."
The mosquito Taoist replied slowly,
"We are all creatures in the sea of blood. Your cultivation is not as good as mine, your supernatural powers are not as good as mine, and you have not completely refined the sea of blood. Even spiritual treasures are not as good as me. Who gave me the courage?"
"What? Impossible!"
Hearing the words of the Mosquito Taoist, Styx suddenly widened his eyes, as if they were copper bells.
Although he felt a familiar aura from the mosquito Taoist, he just thought that he was practicing the way of blood and the way of killing, and he did not think about it from the direction that he was also a creature in the sea of blood.
Because, after the birth of the Styx, although he did not go out to explore, the base camp's Blood Sea was basically controlled. Although he did not completely refine the origin of the Blood Sea, there was nothing in the Blood Sea, but it was clear at a glance, but he did not expect that the Mosquito Taoist was actually a creature of the Blood Sea.
Chapter completed!