Dijiang and a group of people were rushing towards Pangu Hall, passing by a place on the way, a place filled with evil spirits and filthy.

"This sea of ​​blood seems to be a little different!"

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the sea of ​​blood in front of him and said slowly.

The ancestor witches of the Blood Sea have been here for a long time. They knew that this was transformed by Pangu’s navel blood. When they were weak, they came to absorb evil spirits and practiced. The evil spirits of the acquired heaven were almost absorbed. The general evil spirits of the acquired heaven were not very useful to the ancestor witches and never came again.

This time when I passed by, Zhu Jiuyin took a look and found that there seemed to be some changes in the sea of ​​blood.

Di Jiang stopped and looked at the sea of ​​blood. The same was true for other ancestor witches. People as nervous as Zhu Rong did not see anything.

Suddenly, he looked at Houtu, who also looked at the sea of ​​blood,

"Brother, I seem to have some kind of sense, but it is unclear. It should be the guidance of God the Father! Why don't you go back first and I will go to the depths of this sea of ​​blood to investigate!"

Di Jiang thought for a moment and then agreed to Houtu’s idea.

Since then, the earth said that there was a response, it would definitely not lie to them. It must be the opportunity left by God the Father.

Di Jiang left with other ancestor witches, and Houtu headed into the sea of ​​blood.

Deep in the sea of ​​blood, in a hidden space,

"Damn it, why haven't you left yet?"

A Taoist wearing a blood robe and pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks said fiercely.

It is the mosquito Taoist who has transformed into shape.

Because the Styx left the Sea of ​​Blood early, all the fortune and resources of the Blood Sea were blessed on the Mosquito Taoist, allowing him to nurture his spiritual intelligence in advance and transform into a new world.

The mosquito Taoist, who should have appeared in the next few disasters, was born early, which also caused the current embarrassing situation.

It should be said that he is the second generation of gods and demons in heaven and earth. It is too late than the Sanqing Di Jun and others who were born, and their strength is too poor.

It happened to be stuck in the center of this glorious era, and it was very uncomfortable for the Mosquito Taoist to be neither too high nor too low.

After he transformed into shape, he stayed in the sea of ​​blood and did not dare to go out. The cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian was too low. If he went out, he would die.

Unfortunately, the ancient land is the world of the witch clan. The entire blood sea is full of endless evil aura. Even if it is now some scattered evil aura absorbed by the ancient times, it can still improve the cultivation of ordinary witch clans.

There are still many witch clans with the strength of Daluo Jinxian. They often come to the Blood Sea to practice, and the Mosquito Taoist can only hide. The Lord of the Blood Sea is too frustrated.

It is rare that there is no witch clan coming here recently. The Mosquito Taoist just prepared to practice and found the ancestor witch passing by. He thought they would leave soon, but he didn't expect that there was an ancestor witch coming from the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

The Mosquito Taoist hid even tighter, and there was no other ability, and the ability to hide in the sea of ​​blood was still very powerful.

Unless the gap in strength is too big, he will not be found in the sea of ​​blood.

The Mosquito Taoist followed Houtu, wanting to see what she was doing in the Blood Sea.

Houtu moved forward all the way, and the endless blood in the sea of ​​blood did not make her feel fear, but instead felt intimate. After all, she was born from the blood pool.

Seeing the middle of the sea of ​​blood, there was a cloud of black mist above it. Houtu didn't know what it was, but he could feel a sense of sadness coming towards him.

I felt sad inexplicably. Houtu didn't know why. He slowly approached the black fog and found that he was spiritual and seemed to have great resentment towards him.

Some of these fogs began to merge, and the devoured spirituality also disappeared. Looking closely, these fogs actually had hundreds of billions of fogs, which surprised Houtu.

I don’t understand why these fogs are so hostile to me, Houtu closed his eyes and tried to feel the fog.

"What's the good thing about these remnants of souls?"

The mosquito Taoist was hiding aside, a little confused. These were all dead creatures in the prehistoric world. Those with shallow foundations dissipated and could not be reborn, so they were pulled into this sea of ​​blood.

It’s no wonder that mosquito Taoist has been used to it for so many years. In thousands of years, these remnant souls will appear, devouring other remnants of souls, gradually forming their origin, combining with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and rebirth again.

Compared with so many huge bases, it is too small and almost negligible. In the eyes of Mosquito Taoist, these dead people have no value at all.

The remnant souls that absorbed them could not be much improved, and too much absorption would affect the mind. In the middle of this blood sea, more and more have been seen since the Lich began to compete for hegemony, and even the mosquito Taoist people were too lazy to pay attention to it.

Houtu was gradually surrounded by these remnants of souls, and more and more remnants of souls began to gather here.

"Ancestral Witch? All the witch tribes and other witches are causing us to wander here. You are unforgivable!"

A roar came into Houtu's ears.

The day after tomorrow I opened my eyes and was surrounded by the remnant souls at some point, but I was not afraid, but looked at a huge phantom in front of me.

The sound just now came from the phantom's mouth.

"You actually have such a clear mind?"

The mosquito Taoist hidden in the dark said in surprise.

Houtu looked puzzled, not knowing what the phantom meant.

Without waiting for Houtu to ask, the huge phantom said again,

"You eat my body and make us only have residual souls. The witch clan will be punished by God in the future!"

Now Houtu understood that these are the remnants of creatures killed by the witch clan, and most of them are demon clans.

"The lich is incompatible, and life and death are in harmony. What can I say?"

Houtu replied,

I saw the phantom say again,

"What does the battle between lichs has to do with our White Elephant Clan? We have never defected to the demon clan. You witch clan are bloody and eat flesh and blood. No race except the witch clan can escape being killed, right?"

Houtu was a little stunned when he heard this. She had never thought that the witch clan would feed on flesh and blood to increase the strength of her body. She did not expect that she would accidentally commit such a great murder.

People who practice Taoism usually directly wipe out their opponent's soul when fighting, and will not give them a chance to make a comeback. The witch clan usually only takes flesh and blood, and the soul and the general clan members cannot completely eliminate it.

This led to the current situation of the sea of ​​blood, Houtu fell silent and stopped talking,

The phantom saw it and roared again,

"Why, I dare not speak anymore? Today, when you come to this sea of ​​blood, don't think about leaving. I want you to pay your life!"

Although the phantom swallowed countless residual souls, restored his spiritual intelligence and became the most powerful soul, that is, the ghost body of later generations, he failed to practice properly, had insufficient mind, and was blinded by hatred.

He thought that he could kill the ancestor witch with countless residual souls and a sea of ​​blood, but unfortunately he thought it was too simple.

Countless souls flew towards the back earth, making a ghost roar, and directly attacking the soul.

Houtu had no soul, so he was not afraid at all. His blood and energy burst out, and countless remnants of souls were immediately destroyed.

The most yang and strong power of blood and energy is the nemesis of ghost creatures. Even if Houtu is a woman, it is not something their remnant soul can withstand.

Even the huge phantom was a little afraid and began to fight with Houtu, trying to avoid the power of blood and energy.

Unfortunately, the residual soul is the residual soul after all. Now the six realms of reincarnation have not yet been completed, and there is no systematic method of ghost cultivation. The phantom was defeated after fighting with Houtu for only a dozen rounds and was hit by a blood and energy power.

If it weren't for the phantom's flexibility, he would probably not be able to withstand a single blow.

"Kill me, the way of heaven will be the master. Sooner or later, I will punish you and other witch clans!"

The phantom is so tough, it looks like a certain evil person in later novels. He says the most ruthless words and gets the most toxic beaten, and is handsome for only three seconds.

"You go!"

Houtu said tiredly.

She didn't expect that this would be the result. Houtu was a kind-hearted person. Even if he was born to open the evil spirits of heaven and combine them with Pangu's essence and blood, he rarely harmed creatures.

She has been competing with the demon clan over the years. Unexpectedly, the witch clan occupied the prehistoric land and accidentally committed so many murders. She was a little suspicious whether she and others were fighting for the prehistoric world!

"Hmph, fake benevolence and righteousness, when we come back to practice again, we will not let you and other witch clans go!"

After saying that, he left, and before leaving, he did not forget to say something harsh.

Hou Tu didn't care, but fell into thinking.
Chapter completed!