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Nether Sea of Blood.
On the boundless sea of blood, the spirit of bloody slaughter is soaring to the sky. There are countless evil spirits and ghosts surrounding the sea of blood, and there are also countless Asura soldiers patrolling here.
Surrounded by the melodious sounds, the whole homeless orphans looked weird.
In fact, even in the prehistoric prehistoric times, the Nether Blood Sea was the strangest place in the prehistoric prehistoric times.
Transformed by the filthy blood from the navel of Pangu, the Great God, he was born able to absorb the filthy aura of the entire prehistoric world.
Even though the ancestors Styx, Daoist Mosquito and other great powers were born one after another over time, and the ancestors and witches borrowed the Nether Blood Sea to incarnate the six reincarnations, they consumed most of their power.
But the ability of Nether Blood Sea itself still exists.
The filth absorbed by countless tens of thousands of years has already accumulated to a terrible level, except for the Asura family, which was born in the Nether Blood Sea.
Even the strong golden immortals are unwilling to easily step into the sea of blood in the nether world, lest their golden bodies be polluted.
At this moment in the ancestral land of Asura, the ancestor Styx who was retreating slowly opened his eyes.
Back then, Nvwa gained great merit in creating humans to become a saint, and she also created the Asura clan after thinking about it herself, and then gained a lot of merit, but it was not enough for sanctification.
Then the Five Sages established the religion and gained great merit to become holy.
I also founded a sect called 'Sha' sect, and the merits have come down again, but the merits are even more pitiful.
Why is it so easy for this guy who didn't know who came out of Gadari to get merit?
Old Ancestor, I'm going to work desperately to create creatures, to establish a religion?
But fortunately, he didn't get as many merits as the old ancestor and I did. Thinking that the old ancestor Minghe looked at Liu Feng again, his eyes widened instantly, as if he saw something inconceivable.
Fuck your sister, hang up!
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Chapter 886 The Man Who Made Liu Feng Never Get a Phone Call!
Patriarch, I'm going to flip the table, bastard!
Of course, this matter is actually just thinking about it.
Not to mention the group of bald Buddhists who are staring outside all day trying to find trouble for themselves, but this lucky guy must have a strong background from the looks of it.
Straight to heaven, there is no one else except those six.
Styx? I didn't dare to think about the one above.
Everyone knows that person is already fit for the way of heaven, how could the Lord of the way of heaven favor one person like this.
But even if it wasn't that one, the Sixth Sage Minghe alone couldn't afford to offend him.
Don't look at the rumors from the outside world, the sea of blood never dries up, the Styx never dies, it seems very awesome, and some people even directly exaggerate that even a saint can't kill themselves.
But only when you reach your own level will you know.
There is a saying that all saints are ants.
So fucking right!
In the first battle of Conferring the Gods, the leader of Tongtian was really angry and said directly, "If you stand on the ground again, change the world", and want to return the prehistoric world to chaos.
If the ancestor hadn't appeared in time, it is estimated that the Conferred God Calamity would have evolved into an Infinite Calamity, and everyone except the saint would have been robbed.
From then on, Patriarch Styx knew how ridiculous his so-called sea of blood would never dry up and Styx would not die.
It's not that the sage can't kill himself, it's just that the six samsaras are linked to the nether sea of blood, and the six sages don't want to get involved in this great cause and effect. If it really pushes the six people into a hurry.
Even the six realms of reincarnation may not be safe.
It was also after that that Styx kept a low profile.
While Styx was slandering the six saints, the six supreme beings who suppressed the past, future and present in the chaos of Tianwaitian also opened their eyes at the same time.
Then he closed his eyes again as if he hadn't seen anything.
There are countless prehistoric worlds in the chaotic universe, and there are countless trajectories. Ordinary Jinxian Daluo and even quasi-sages just extend their existence throughout the entire timeline of a prehistoric world.
For these golden fairies, the past and the future are no secrets, but that's all.
But the sage spread his existence all over the prehistoric parallel worlds, it's just that the way of heaven gave some magic weapons and merits.
We have also seen scenes in other worlds where Luo Hu killed the teacher and became the only saint, and the second saint of the West was beaten to death.
However, even if that Rahu became a saint, most of the power in the entire prehistoric world is still in the hands of the teacher, and any one of the six people can directly slap Rahu to death with a wave of his hand.
This is nothing.
"Hey, what is this?" The merit only lasted for a short period of time, and Liu Feng's strength was directly promoted from the sixth-level high to the sixth-level peak under the effect of the merit.
Looking at the sky with a little disappointment, he just took a step.
As if in the dark, as if a certain existence felt Liu Feng's gaze, a stone-shaped object fell straight down, and Liu Feng held his head that was thrown out of the bag.
He reached out and took the stone over.
The stone was crystal clear, with five colors of divine light shining on it, Liu Feng could feel the strong power of luck contained in it at a glance.
"Amitabha~"
Tang Sanzang put his hands together and lowered his head gently.
Poor monk, this must be a dream, or a hallucination.
What a five-color stone!
After the creation of the world, there were only two five-color stones left, one of which was transformed into Monkey King, and the other was said to have extremely poor aptitude and could not mend the sky. According to the Tathagata, there were other opportunities.
But can you tell me that the stone in the guy's hand is the leftover five-color stone?
Fuck, bring me a pile of leftovers like this!
Sun Wukong, who was still a little dazed, looked at the five-color stone in Liu Feng's hand and was full of heat. Although he didn't know what it was, he had a feeling somewhere.
That thing seemed to be very important to him.
"Hey, this is Master Sanzang?" He saw a strange combination of a monk and a monkey in Journey to the West.