The land of Hou disappeared and turned into the six realms of reincarnation. The merits were reduced, but there was nowhere to fall and kept hovering in the underworld.

If no one receives it for a long time, the merits will be integrated into the six realms of reincarnation, but in fact, the six realms of reincarnation do not require these merits.

All the saints descended to the underworld, looking at the six realms of reincarnation in front of them, and the Mother of Cundi and Amitabha Buddha looked at the merits above with jealousy.

With these merits, they can pay back what they owe to heaven, and even improve their cultivation.

However, merit is not a spiritual treasure, and you can grab it if you want to. No matter how envious the Buddha Mother of Cundi is, she has no choice but to be jealous of it.

The purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles. Hongjun appeared in the prehistoric underworld for the second time, and the entire underworld was filled with strange phenomena of saints.

"See the Taoist ancestor (master)!"

Everyone saluted.

"The ancestor witch Houtu has great compassion and great merit, so it should not die!

The true spirit of Houtu, come back!"

Hongjun spoke.

Then he reached out to make a pinch, and a little bit of white light spots began to condense, eventually forming an illusory Houtu appearance.

This is the true spirit of Houtu. Every creature has it, but it is integrated with the soul. The ancestor witch does not have the soul, and the true spirit exists alone.

This is true spirits are all there. No matter how strong their cultivation level is, the individual true spirits only carry consciousness and do not merge with the soul. If the body dissipates, they will disappear with them.

With great magic power, Hongjun recondensed the newly dissipated Houtu true spirit, but it could not last long.

The true spirit must have something to carry, otherwise it will still dissipate.

The true spirit of Houtu reunited, and the merits of heaven have an object, and they gathered towards Houtu.

The grand occasion of the thousand acres of merit was so shocking that it was felt for the first time in the prehistoric world.

In the surprised eyes of all the saints, the true spirit of Houtu gradually became solid and no longer illusory, but the eyes became clearer and the lost memories gradually recovered.

"The Soul?"

Yuanshi exclaimed, Houtu, as an ancestor witch, actually had a soul?

It makes people feel incredible. Even if they do not know how to create souls for the witch clan for the saints, it is destiny, irreversible, it is completely against the will of heaven!

Looking at the thousand acres of merit, only five hundred acres left. Houtu spent five hundred acres of merit, which was enough to create a saint and use it to shape the soul.

The heart of the Buddha Mother Cundi is bleeding. It’s so heartbreaking. Being rich means being arrogant!

"Thank you for saving your life!"

Houtu Yuanshen worshiped Hongjun.

No matter what Hongjun used to be, without Hongjun at this moment, her true spirit cannot be condensed and she cannot obtain merits.

"You will perfect the prehistoric world and make up for the three realms, which is a great merit!"

Hongjun spoke, this is from the perspective of the way of heaven, the way of heaven is the most magnificent!

The remaining merits began to be absorbed by Houtu's soul. All the saints were speculating whether Houtu would use the remaining merits to shape the body. That would be too wasteful and too costly.

Fortunately, Houtu did not do this.

It’s not that Houtu didn’t want to, she did think about it, but the way of heaven refused to allow it, which was her special feature.

The merits of the way of heaven are within the scope permitted by the way of heaven, and they can do anything, build a house and live in it. It is naturally no problem to reshape the body, but Houtu cannot do it.

Houtu’s aura became stronger and stronger. All the saints knew that another saint was born.

"Master, Houtu has no chance to become a Taoist, how can he become a saint?"

I asked in confusion.

Houtu has no Hongmeng purple qi, how can we communicate with the way of heaven? We have not understood the laws and cannot become the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Not only did I doubt it, but everyone couldn't understand it. This is illogical.

"Haha! You will know what you have done!"

Hongjun smiled but said nothing, of course he knew what was going on.

But at this moment, Houtu slowly rose and the soul slowly drifted towards the six realms of reincarnation.

With the help of the merits of the heavenly way, the soul of Houtu and the six realms of reincarnation began to merge, and everyone was even more puzzled. Isn’t this a difference?

The six realms of reincarnation cannot be transformed. Isn’t it equivalent to falling?

After Houtu completely merged into the six realms of reincarnation, the merits of the heavenly way were exhausted and the vision of the natural enemy disappeared.

When everyone was confused, Houtu's soul came out of the six realms again, but now it had changed its image, which was very different from the ancestor witch's appearance.

Wearing a patterned Taoist robe and a sacred and majestic face, he glanced at Hongjun, signaled slightly, and spoke to Tian,

"I am Houtu. Today I am the opportunity to become a saint, reshape the soul, and control the underworld. From then on, I will transform into reincarnation. Houtu will no longer be a witch. I will calm my mind for the underworld and manage the six realms of reincarnation! I will learn from the way of heaven!"

The voice spread throughout the prehistoric world, and an inexplicable atmosphere spread. The creatures in the prehistoric world knelt down and bowed unconsciously.

"Welcome to the Empress of the Great Mercy and Psychic Samsara!"

"Is the Houtu girl separated from my witch clan?"

Zhu Rong shouted.

All the witch clans also understood at this time that Houtu was gone, and there was only Empress Pingxin in the future.

Everyone looked at Hongjun angrily, thinking that Hongjun did this and harmed Houtu.

"Brothers, this is the great trend of heaven. We will discuss it later!"

I send a message to all the ancestor witches.

The projection of the heavenly way dissipates, and the prehistoric creatures are still immersed in the majesty of becoming a sanctified person.

After receiving the transmission of peace, Di Jiang began to appease the witch clans. He believed that Houtu must have difficulties and believed that his sister would not leave the witch clan alone.

All the saints also understood the way of peaceful existence. Like Hongjun, Hongjun is in harmony with the way of heaven and peacefully in harmony with the underworld, but it is also different from Hongjun.

Pingxin left the underworld with only the strength of ordinary saints, and there was absolute suppression of saints within the underworld, second only to Hongjun.

Pingxin has no physical body, or the entire underworld is her physical body, and her soul is solid, and she can only manifest herself with her soul.

"Peacefully, in the future, we will guard the underworld and maintain the order of the six paths!"

Hongjun spoke majesticly.

The implication is that Houtu should not interfere with the lich's affairs.

"Abide by the Taoist ancestor's orders with peace and compassion!"

Reply calmly and respectfully. Only by becoming the lord of one world can you understand Hongjun's power.

In the prehistoric world, Hongjun has the final say. He can do what the Heavenly Dao can do, and he can do what the Heavenly Dao can't do.

"I have seen Empress Pingxin, Empress is merciful!"

The other saints also saw the rituals. The status of Pingxin is only below Hongjun, especially those of the sect. The six realms of reincarnation are too much interference, and it is inevitable that there will be something that needs in the future and cannot be offended.

"My fellow Taoists are polite!"

Recite the courtesy with peace of mind.

Become a sanctified, and things in the underworld are not over yet.

With a wave of his hand, the passage of the underworld opened and the mosquito Taoist was summoned in.

Pingxin spoke to the underworld,

"The underworld has not yet been completed, and there is still cause and effect before the death of living beings. Those who have merits will be blessed in reincarnation, and those who have sins will be punished after death.

This is the gate of ghosts. Those who enter the gate of ghosts should cut off all their origins from the previous life, get rid of the prehistoric world, and be reborn in the underworld. Do not miss it, do not rebirth, and do not violate it!

This is the Three Life Stone, Three Life, the previous life, this life and the next life. The Three Life Stone can be seen from the trajectory of Three Life.

This is the yellow spring, this is the bridge of Naihe. What can I do? Why do I have to ask what to do?”

While Houtu waved his hand, an old woman appeared on the Naihe Bridge, and a large pot in front of her was boiling yellowed soup...

In an instant, the old woman's message appeared in the minds of all saints. It was a clone of calmness, named Meng Po. After drinking Meng Po soup, he calmed down his fate in his previous life.

These are all inherited from the realm of heaven, just to improve the underworld and better maintain order.

After pausing for a moment, Pingxin continued, and the saints were looking forward to seeing what arrangements Pingxin had.

The Mosquito Taoist was puzzled, why did he bring himself in? Could it be that he still had his own good things?

It seemed as if I guessed the idea of ​​the mosquito Taoist, and looked at it calmly and said,

"The Mosquito Taoist, the underworld is born in the sea of ​​blood. Asura Taoist stands with the Asura clan. You can lead the Asura clan to guard the Asura Dao and you will have your own merits in the future!"

The Mosquito Taoist was overjoyed when he heard this. There were such good things. Now there are only people in the Asura Taoist samsara to guard the six realms. The merits are all their own. There may not be no hope for becoming a saint in the future.

Originally, the little abacus that Mosquito Taoist had made before had disappeared when he became a saint, so he didn't dare to reason with the saint, and he didn't expect that there would be unexpected joy.

"Thank you, Empress Pingxin!"

"Go and choose the Asura tribe to prepare!"

Ping Xin waved his hand and sent him out of the underworld. It was just a small episode. Since Ping Xin agreed to Mosquito Taoist, she must do it.

He raised his hand and pointed at Fengdu City again, and the originally empty Fengdu City began to change.
Chapter completed!