Above the nine heavens, Nanhua led Lu Ya all the way to the sea of ​​blood. On the way, he witnessed countless wronged souls and wild ghosts. The vast land of the prehistoric land was smoky due to the Lich War, and the sky was filled with yin energy. Seeing this, Nanhua took out the Nether Book and the Early Autumn Reincarnation Pen, and saved all the way to collect the ghosts, and came not far from Wanshou Mountain.

Just as he was considering whether to say hello to Zhen Yuanzi, a huge figure flew under him. When Nanhua saw that it was not the demon master Kunpeng, he looked at the red clouds in front of Kunpeng. Only then did Nanhua remember that it was Hongyun who was in charge of the disaster.

It has to be said that when the Zixiao Palace heard the lecture that day, Hongyun was going to give way to the West, causing Kunpeng to lose his position. Kunpeng held a grudge and kept looking at the opportunity to deal with Hongyun. However, Hongyun stayed with Zhen Yuanzi since he left the Zixiao Palace. In desperation, Kunpeng returned to Beiming first, and then was subdued by Di Jun and Taiyi. Hongyun's affairs were put aside by Kunpeng. [bsp;      Kunpeng was planning to go around today, but who knew that he happened to see Hongyun, so there was such a scene: "Hongyun, the ancestor will not kill you today as a teacher of all demons!" "You old thief, how could I offend you!..." Before Hongyun finished speaking, Kunpeng flapped his wings, and countless feathers flew out, hitting Hongyun.

This red cloud was the first time the world was opened. The first red cloud was transformed into. Although there was no big treasure, it was not so easy to bully. Seeing Kunpeng making a move, he immediately sacrificed the gourd behind him. In an instant, tens of acres of red sand poured out of the red gourd and came towards Kunpeng.

Seeing this, Kunpeng immediately turned his direction and waved his wings that had grown up for thousands of miles. The strong wind suddenly rose and blew the red sand away. Looking at the gourd in the red-clothed hand, Kunpeng suddenly felt aroused and turned into a human body. With a wave of his hand, countless runes flew out of his sleeves. This was the text of the demon clan invented by Kunpeng.

Countless demonic texts surrounded Hongyun, but Kunpeng used the demonic text to set up a large formation, trying to kill Hongyun. "Hmph! Kunpeng, I really think of the ancestor, I can't bully you!" A mouthful of blood sprayed on the nine-nine red cloud scattering gourd in his hand. In an instant, red lights rose everywhere, and Wanli Red Sand emerged out of thin air, trapping Kunpeng into it. "Haha! Kunpeng, what about the ancestor's Wanli Red Sand Formation! Haha..."

This red sand formation of thousands of miles is made of the nine-nine red cloud scattering gourd as the array eye. The gourd contains endless red sand, which hurts people's souls. The red sand in the array continuously corrodes the souls of the person entering the array. It is very powerful, but it has too much evil spirit and is harmonious. If it is broken, the person who sets up the array will suffer the backlash.

In the red sand formation, Kunpeng used demon culture as a barrier to prevent the whole body from being eroded by red sand, but the red sand was endless. Kunpeng was not a saint, and his magic power was endless. Even if he cut off a corpse, he could not withstand such consumption. Just when Kunpeng thought he was about to die, a branch surrounded by seven treasures came through the air and broke the red sand with one hand. Although he didn't know which saint helped, the most urgent task was to come out. Seeing this opportunity, Kunpeng used all his magic power, and tens of monster cultures used sharp swords to break through the formation. Red lights rose everywhere, Kunpeng had already broken through the formation.

"Puff!" Hongyun was backfired by the formation, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and he was very injured. The Seven Treasures Miao Tree in the air was unreasonable and brushed towards Hongyun. But just in front of him, a sandalwood ruler appeared out of thin air and blocked the Seven Treasures Miao Tree. This person who took action was Nanhua who was hiding among the clouds and watching.

This scene surprised all the saints who were watching.

In Kunlun Mountain, "Hmph, this Zhunti thought so well. When he gave up his position, he wanted to write it off with this. The fourth brother blocked it well!" Tongtian looked at the scene in the mirror of the entrance hall and applauded, "Haha, I really didn't expect that the fourth brother would hide so well. I guess no one can discover the fourth brother except the eldest brother." Yuan looked at Nanhua in the distance and joked.

"Well--the fourth brother is a Taoist master, and he should have killed the three corpses. Otherwise, with the cultivation of the two corpses, he would not be able to withstand the attack of Zhunti." I nodded with relief. "I guess, Zhunti's three corpses are already angry and furious, haha..."

Tongtian was really right. Seeing that his plan was about to succeed, the cause and effect of the Holy Position could be eliminated immediately, but was interrupted by Nanhua. Now the true energy was jumping. "Damn Nanhua, why did he hide there? I didn't notice it! Did he become a saint?! No... refuse..." "Hey, junior brother, we owe the cause and effect of the Hongyun Holy Position, but now we have failed. It is even more difficult to pay off the cause and effect, hey..." Jie Yin said, his expression becoming more and more painful.

"Saint Zhunti! I have no grudges and no grudges with you, why do you plan to me like this? Kunpeng! The ancestor wants your life today!" Hongyun went crazy. After being messed with Zhunti, Hongyun was completely crazy. "Boom!!!" Hongyun rushed towards Kunpeng and exploded. The smoke dissipated, Kunpeng stood up in a panic, holding the Ten Thousand Demon Banners. "Damn Hongyun, madman, you are really a madman..." He recited it all over and fled to the heavenly court.

Seeing Hongyun explode, Nanhua could only sigh, "Oh, without Hongmeng purple energy, this Hongyun is still dead. It is true that destiny cannot be violated. However, the cause and effect of this holy position is not something that Hongyun has capable of... One drink and one peck, it should be for the destiny." He shook his head and led Lu Yi to continue to go to the sea of ​​blood.

As the world first opened, Pangu transformed into all things. His twelve drops of essence and blood turned into the twelve ancestor witches. The ancestor witch was strong in body, but he could not cultivate the soul. If he did not stop the soul, he would not know the number of heaven and would be abandoned by the way of heaven. Moreover, the twelve witch ancestors were fighting by nature, did not want to cultivate and cultivate their nature, and their temperament was even more moody and unbearable. They fought with the demon clan as the protagonist of the heaven and earth, creating countless karma of cause and effect.

But there is an exception, that is, the ancestral witch of Houtu, the last among the twelve ancestor witches. As one of the two women among the twelve ancestor witches, they are not as cold and ruthless as Xuanming. Instead, they are gentle and kind-hearted. When fighting with the demon clan, they all show mercy and let their souls go, unlike other ancestor witches, where all the souls are wiped out.

Looking at the countless unjust souls in the prehistoric world, the day after tomorrow felt that he was incompetent and could not do anything, and he cried every day. But at some point, Houtu felt that someone was summoning her. At first, because the lich started a war, he had no time to distract him from it, but now he calmed down, and the call became stronger and stronger. In the end, Houtu decided to follow the call and see what was going on.

Following the guidance of his heart, Houtu came to the Netherworld Blood Sea. Along the way, he saw countless ghosts gathering here. After arriving, he saw ghosts crying and howling all over the sky. Houtu could only cry. She didn't know what she could do, and stood there helplessly.

Besides, this sea of ​​blood is said to be transformed from the most filthy navel after Pangu opened the sky. All the filth in the world gathered here. Here, a powerful man was born, which was the Styx. The people of this river of styx are extraordinary. They come out of the sea of ​​blood, holding the Yuantu Abi Sword in his hand, and are the top innate spiritual treasures. When Nuwa created a human being and became a saint, they created the Asura clan, which has the merit of establishing a clan. Later, they established a demon sect, and then killed two corpses. They have profound Taoism, magic power is the sky, and they use killing to enter the Tao, and they have the lethality of the quasi-saint. The most amazing thing is that the river of styx is based on the ghost and the sea of ​​blood as the bottom, and there is a saying that the sea of ​​blood is not dry, and the river of styx is immortal.

"I have seen fellow Taoist Houtu" Nanhua suddenly appeared, scared Houtu, but after reacting, he still said politely, "Fellow Taoist is polite, I don't know what is happening to fellow Taoist Nanhua." "Haha, nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, it's just seeing fellow Taoist you crying by the sea of ​​blood. Curiously, come and check it." After Nanhua said this, Houtu's face turned red and "makes laugh."

"It's okay, I don't know why my friend cried." "Hey, Houtu looked at these countless ghosts and felt pity, but he had no choice but to cry because of this." "My fellow Taoist, have you ever thought about creating a home for this ghost?" "My fellow Taoist? Houtu is stupid, please answer the answer." "My fellow Taoist's home is reincarnation." It's over, but Nanhua is not good at talking more, while revealing the secrets of heaven.

After hearing the word "reincarnation", Houtu fell into deep thought. After a while, Houtu raised his head, looked at the direction of the witch clan, and shed tears. "I am Houtu of Pangu. Today I see countless ghosts in the vast world. I want to create a place where a soul belongs to me. I want to use my body to transform the six realms of reincarnation and replenish the heaven and earth. The heavenly way is seen." After saying that, Houtu appeared as an ancestor witch, turned into a human-headed snake body, with seven hands on his back, and the magic image of the snake with both hands. A golden light fell from the sky. Gradually, Houtu turned into six flowing lights, and finally gathered into six vortexes. Before the vortex, a plate was slowly turning. This thing was the control of the six realms, the six realms of reincarnation plate.

Houtu transformed into reincarnation with his body, and his merit was 20% of Pangu’s merits. After sensing it, the six saints of the prehistoric world all sighed together, "Houtu is great and good, we are not as good as us." Houtu used this merit to produce a trace of soul, and his magic power had reached the realm of a saint, but he was at the limit of the underworld. Seeing the six paths of reincarnation, Nanhua also took out a twelve-grade blood lotus from his sleeve, which was transformed by the thirty-sixth grade Pure World White Lotus Lotus seeds.

The power of luck and magic throws the blood lotus into the air. In an instant, the blood lotus solves the problem. Three petals turn into a city, named Fengdu City, and the six petals turn into eighteen layers of space. It says: Eighteen layers of hell, the last three petals turn into Naihe Bridge, connecting the six paths of reincarnation, one petal turns into three life stones, and one petal turns into the Huangquan Road, and at the end of the road, there is Wangxiangtai. Seeing this, Nanhua handed over the book of the Ming Book and the reincarnation pen to Houtu. "Fellow Taoist Houtu, these two things will be controlled by the fellow Taoist. When the person who is destined to appear, they will turn into the Emperor of Fengdu, and the Empress will hand this thing to him." Looking at the two spiritual treasures in her hand, Houtu smiled and said, "In this way, I will wait for the good news again, but according to what I feel, these two things will eventually return to the original owner." "?" Nanhua looked at Houtu in confusion.

"Haha, as soon as the opportunity comes, fellow Taoists will know that from today on, I will never be able to return to Houtu!" With a loud shout, the thunder rolling in the world, and the eleven ancestor witches who were far away in the Ancestral Witch Hall also sensed it and rushed to the underworld. "The affairs of the underworld are over, but I am not too lazy. Take care of Empress Pingxin." Nan Hua bowed slightly and took Lu Ya who had been silent.

Once the cycle of reincarnation appears, Houtu will no longer be a witch.
Chapter completed!