Chapter 212 The Styx and the Escort

Yuanshi's strength is comparable to Tongtian, both of which are mid-level perfection. Only one step away from being able to step into a high-level saint!

But I have a little stronger strength and have already entered a high-level saint, and are the cultivation level of the seventh level of the holy realm.

But even with such cultivation, he still has no power to resist in front of Hongjun.

Although all this was unprepared, Hongjun made unexpected moves.

If that's all, even I can do this.

However, this is limited to the fact that the two sides are not far away. Zixiao Palace, like Hongjun, who is far away from the thirty-third level, can also damage the sky with one blow, which I can't do no matter what!

Tongtian nodded, and saw that I was reluctant to say more, so he did not delve into it.

Soon, Tongtian’s eight personal disciples, led by Duobao, entered Kunlun Mountain.

"A lot of time has been delayed, let's go immediately!"

Sanqing looked at each other, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Remember not to go down the mountain, just to prevent accidents!"

Not long after Sanqing left, a voice sounded in Ling Tian's mind.

"Brother?"

Ling Tian looked surprised because this voice was my.

He looked around and didn't see me. It was obvious that this was my message to him!

"What does eldest brother mean? Do you mean by Daozu really want to mess with me?"

Ling Tian couldn't help but jump and subconsciously swallowed.

"Damn!"

"I'm just a little golden immortal, probably... it shouldn't be..."

Ling Tianxin glanced around him in fear, feeling gloomy inexplicably.

"call!"

A cool breeze blew, and Ling Tian couldn't help but shivered.

"Oh my god!"

...

Outside Kunlun Mountain, there is a place full of strong bloody smell.

"Who is coming!"

An extremely hoarse voice came from the sea of ​​blood.

Above the sea of ​​blood, a man in a monk's robe looked bitter.

"Fellow Taoist, please come out and see you!"

The man folded his hands together and waved his hands casually. In an instant, the sea of ​​blood rolled, and a figure in blood-red appeared quietly.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, long time no see!"

The man called Styx looked at the man in front of him, looking alert:

"See...Sage!"

The two people in front of us are the Ancestor of the Styx and Jie Yin!

And this sea of ​​blood is the nest of the ancestor of the Styx, the endless sea of ​​blood!

"It seems that there has been no conflict between us. What is the reason for coming here this time?"

The ancestor of the Styx narrowed his eyes slightly and was ready to sneak back into the sea of ​​blood.

As the saying goes, you will not enter the Three Treasure Hall without any trouble.

The ancestor of the Styx believed that he had never had any conflicts with Gui Yin, and had never even met him several times, so he probably wouldn't have come to cause trouble for him.

However, since the ancestor of the Styx suffered repeated losses in the hands of the Sanqing, everything needs to be cautious now.

Especially in front of the saints!

If you are not careful, it is very likely that you will be destroyed before he can return to the sea of ​​blood!

This is a bloody lesson many times!

"Amitabha!"

"Fellow Styx, there is no need to do this?"

Jie Yin called the Buddha's name and looked at the Styx with a smile:

"I am here this time to cooperate with you!"

He saw that the ancestor of the Styx was very alert to him and did not care about him, so he directly expressed his purpose.

"cooperate?"

The ancestor of the Styx was stunned for a moment, frowned, and he said without thinking, without thinking.

"The saint is joking. I am not strong enough, so I may not be able to help the saint!"

The ancestor of the Styx said with a smile on his face.

He didn't know what the cooperation was about.

However, for things that even a saint could not do, the ancestor of the Styx was not as confident as he was better than a saint.

Moreover, cooperating with the saint is undoubtedly a matter of seeking a skin with a tiger!

"Fellow Taoist doesn't have to make a decision so quickly. It's not too late to ask a question."

Jie Yin was not surprised by the reaction of the Ancestor Styx, and said calmly.

"Oh? What's the matter?"

The ancestor of the Styx looked at Jie Yin, thought for a while, and asked.

"Fellow Taoist has had a grudge with Kunlun Mountain, even... blood feud!"

He looked directly at the Ancestor of the Styx and said word by word.

"boom!"

The aura around the Ancestor of the Styx suddenly burst out, and the entire sea of ​​blood was immediately aroused by storm.

"Guizhi! Don't think that you are a saint, you can humiliate me like this!"

The ancestor of the Styx stared at Jie Yin with a ferocious face.

His relationship with Kunlun Mountain can be said to be in the entire prehistoric world, and everyone knows it!

Jie Yin mentioned this matter in front of him, and the ancestor of the Styx believed that Jie Yin was humiliating himself.

"snort!"

Jie Yin snorted coldly, and the Buddha's light shone on his body, evaporating the blood that fell towards him.

Then, a holy pressure that suffocated the ancestor of the Styx quietly emerged.

"ah!"

The ancestor of the Styx was suddenly crawling on the ground, in great pain. In just a moment, the entire Taoist robe was soaked in sweat, his face was extremely ferocious, and his whole face was bulging.

"Fellow Daoist, please take care of your mouth. If there is a next time, don't blame me for being rude!"

Just when the ancestor of the Styx was in great pain, Jie Yin glanced at him coldly.

The sound fell, and the holy power in the field suddenly disappeared.

The Ancestor of the Styx finally recovered, gasping continuously, and his eyes looking at Jie Yin became more afraid.

"I deserve to be... a saint!"

The ancestor of the Styx smiled bitterly. He could treat him like this with just one guide.

Kunlun Mountain...

There are three saints!

"I can't help but attract the saints, and I dare not be interested in the cooperation you mentioned!"

The ancestor of the Styx bowed toward the Guizhi and spoke.

Although he was not able to take him in, he was now in a sea of ​​blood. Not to mention a saint, even if Hongjun was present, he could not guarantee that he could destroy him!

The sea of ​​blood will not wither, and the river Styx will not die!

This is his confidence!

However, the premise of all this is to be in this endless sea of ​​blood. If this sea of ​​blood is out of it, it will fall, and it will really fall!

After saying that, the ancestor of the Styx swung his Taoist robe and turned around and prepared to leave.
To be continued...