The Blood Sea of ​​Styx, the River of Styx, and the waves of thousands of miles. Now in the heart of the old turtle, the ancestor of the Styx, who has existed since the chaos, Chen Yuyang's words have really caused a burst of crazy waves. He quietly returned to the Blood Sea, and in his cave, he looked at the fragrant tea brewed by the Demon King Apollo at hand, but he unconsciously began to think about something.

At this moment, in the sea of ​​blood, the four major disciples of the Styx and the four demon kings of the Asura clan were quietly standing at the attack of the Styx. These four people were not only disciples of the Styx, but also the first figures of the Asura clan. Among them, the Demon King Pa Xun is the strongest and most highly valued by the Styx.

Usually, all the affairs of the Asura clan are left to the devil King Maru to control. He himself is happy to be idle. He has always been in seclusion and practiced his own blood god son. Now, in the sea of ​​blood, the ancestor of the Styx has already had 12 trillion blood god son clones. The true sea of ​​blood will not wither, and the Styx will not die.

However, today, with Chen Yuyang's guidance, the peace in Styx's heart for many years was broken mercilessly. The ancestor of Styx, the great magical power of creating the world, even if he had lived in this prehistoric world for countless years and had enough, he had to consider his tribe and his disciples.

As if he could see the wriggling and panic in the heart of the Styx, Maru stepped forward and asked carefully: "Ancestor, what happened? Who is the power of the sea of ​​blood just now? That kind of power seems to be a saint..." At this point, Maru still looked at the Styx's face carefully, and did not dare to make any contradictory to the saint.

Slapping the stone table at hand, Styx smiled bitterly in his heart, sighed, and said, "Masume, you are right. The person who just came here is one of the best characters on the prehistoric land. He came to tell this ancestor a very unpleasant news about the future of the Asura clan!!"

Maru and Apollo immediately shook their bodies, their boots trembled, unconsciously took two steps back, and exclaimed: "Old ancestor, my Asura clan is always in the prehistoric land, so it should not cause any disaster~~"

In fact, this is just a wishful thinking of Mara and Apollo themselves, or an excuse to perfunctorily treat themselves. Looking at the increasingly deeper and deeper face of the Styx, how could they not notice it? This must be very unpleasant news. After all, it is really a very difficult thing to make the Styx feel embarrassed.

After stuttering the corner of his lips, the old ancestor of Styx twitched his lips and moved twice. He smiled bitterly, listening carefully to the magnificent waves that suddenly appeared on the sea of ​​blood, and said helplessly: "Ba Xun, you haven't been bleeding for a long time. I imagined everything on the prehistoric land so beautiful. People say that my blood sea of ​​Asura clan is the incarnation of the devil. In fact, it is not. You must know that the intrigues on the prehistoric land are much more evil than those of us who are lustful, desireful, and inseparable every day."

"Old ancestor, what happened?" Maru asked in a hurry. It seemed that a hung heart could never be let go. After all, as the first people born in the Asura clan, they all have unscathing feelings for their own tribe, their partners, and their friends.

However, Styx didn't say anything, just shook his hand gently and said, "Don't ask anything, don't ask anything. Maru, summon the four great demon kings and my Asura demon soldiers, and prepare to accept this biggest and cruelest battle in history! This ancestor is going out, you don't have to follow!"

In the six realms of reincarnation, Hutu still wore a plain long dress, looking holy as if it was not like a thing in the world. Suddenly, he opened his light eyes, and Houtu murmured to himself: "The storm is coming, and the storm is coming!"

Since Houtu was in charge of the six realms of reincarnation, it seems that he has never left the Six Realms, but this does not mean that Houtu does not know what happened on the prehistoric land. Cundi and Jieyan left Xuanmen, founded Buddhism, and competed with the Eastern Xuanmen Taoism. Qingyang Island, Xiao Tiantianzun, married, and all of this never left Houtu's sight.

After the Lich Battle, Houtu was the only one left of the twelve ancestor witches. Houtu was also disheartened at the moment and did not want to pay attention to those ordinary things anymore. He just devoted himself to the six realms of reincarnation. Try to make this prehistoric struggle attributed to fairness and justice.

However, today, Houtu's mood fluctuates abnormally. It seems that this kind of emotion has not appeared for a long time. The surging mood is like a sea of ​​continuous boiling blood, which makes people confused, but there is a hint of fear and throbbing.

At this moment, a powerful voice suddenly heard outside Houtu’s palace, saying, “Fellow Taoist Houtu, the Styx are looking for a meeting!”

He didn't say much, but it was strong and powerful. The cultivation level of the Styx can now be called the first person under the saints on the prehistoric land. The visit of Styx couldn't help but make Houtu's heart even more bulging. His legs immediately drooped down, and he hung obliquely on his cloud bed, with a hint of surprise and surprise in his eyes.

Although the River Styx and Houtu have been neighbors for many years, the Sea of ​​Blood and the Six Paths have not had any contact. The River Styx will not take the initiative to visit itself. Now that the River Styx is coming so suddenly, this makes Houtu feel more uneasy. After all, although Zhunti and Jieyin disturb the secrets of heaven, the saint's sixth sense is still very strong.

As soon as he brushed his sleeves, Houtu's light eyes began to gradually narrow. He heard the rushing steps outside the door, but it stopped abruptly at the door. He heard the voice of Xiangliu Dawu coming in quickly, with respect: "Empress, outside the six paths, the ancestor of the Styx is asking for a visit!"

With a creaking sound, the door opened. Houtu was dressed in plain clothes, and his graceful figure quietly emerged from the door. His erratic figure scared Xiangliu. However, in front of Houtu, he did not dare to be rude and still showed a very respectful look. Three thousand black hairs fell and kept floating in the wind. Houtu's calm starry eyes were still flowing in confusion. He nodded and said, "Please come in with the Ancestor Styx!"

Xiang Liu hesitated for a moment and said, "Empress, we have no friendship with the Sea of ​​Blood. Will the Ancestor of the Styx come suddenly to visit now?"

Xiangliu's worries were actually just out of caution. After all, after the Lich Battle, the Witch Clan lost almost all of its losses, and the Six Paths had never regained their vitality for countless years. At this time of rest and recuperation, Xiangliu would never want to be disturbed by others, or even interrupted by others. In fact, Xiangliu still had a plan to counterattack the prehistoric continent in her heart. This is also the idea of ​​everyone except Houtu.

Waving his hand, Houtu said lightly: "Let him come in. Recently, I always feel a little bad. It seems that something big is about to happen, and I can feel it. The Styx should be able to feel it. It seems that this matter is related to the six blood seas, otherwise the Styx would not be so nervous!"

"But~~" Xiang Liu was still worried.

Hou Tu smiled slightly on his face and said, "Go, go! Take him in and see if my feeling is correct. At that time, I will have to rely on the power of the sea of ​​blood when the six realms of reincarnation!"

"Yes!" Xiangliu saluted respectfully, and then slowly walked out. Looking at Xiangliu's back as he left, Hou Saturn's eyes narrowed slightly and said indifferently: "What should come is coming, and it will always come. I just hope he will come later~~." As soon as he finished speaking, a tenderness suddenly burst out from Houtu's eyes, and he stared at Beihai: "Brother Qingyang, these six paths of reincarnation are given by Brother Tao. I will not make people covet the slightest!" After saying that, Houtu snorted coldly.

Soon, the gloomy six paths of reincarnation, the ghostly spirit, the figure of the Styx appeared, with a hint of anxiety. Looking at the Styx's gradually approaching, Houtu hurriedly met. Although Houtu is now the supreme saint, he still gave him enough courtesy and respect to this neighbor.

The Styx did not dare to be presumptuous. Although the other party was a woman, the saint after all, quickly bowed respectfully and said: "The Styx has seen the Holy Saint, and the Empress has a long life!"

Houtu waved his hand quickly and smiled, "Fellow Daoist of the Styx, it's not been a day or two for you or I have been neighbors. Fellow Daoist should come to this palace at least!"

Styx quickly explained: "Styx has long wanted to visit one or two, but the tribe has been busy recently and is busy practicing the Blood God Son, so I was negligent for a while. Please don't be surprised, don't be surprised!"

"What are you talking about? I have been living alone here for countless years. Today, I am happy. How can I blame you for being happy?" As he said, Houtu waved his hand and said, "Come on, please sit down with a fellow Taoist! I have no choice but to show off my Nine Nether Hell here. Please see, how about the blue and white spring in this palace?"

As he said that, Houtu picked up the stone table and the smell was filled with heat. However, he carried some strange fragrant tea and made a call. Although the Styx was a little restrained, he was not polite. The fragrant tea instantly melted into a little bit of fragrance and penetrated into his throat. However, after entering his throat, it was extremely strange, making people feel cold in their hearts, but they couldn't help but want to taste it again.

It feels like endless aftertaste.

Looking at the fragrant tea in his hand quietly, he couldn't help but dip it into his fingers, Houtu asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Styx, how do you feel?"

Styx smiled awkwardly and said, "Good tea, good tea! I'm used to freshness and elegance. I occasionally feel exotic, and I feel an extraordinary feeling!"

"Just like it!" Houtu Qingcongyu pointed at the stone table, and the smile on his face began to calm down slowly. The two of them chatted with greetings again. Then Houtu asked: "Fellow Daoist of the Styx, the wise man will not say secret words. Now you are already among my six paths, so let's talk about your purpose!"

"This, that~~~~" hf();
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