Chapter 1041

All the wronged souls in the blood sea array have ferocious faces, resentful eyes and strange noises in their mouths. Until they are hanged by the array as the source of unconscious souls, they float in the void in the array, like a duckweed in the world of mortals.

Suddenly!

The sea of blood churned, showing a nothingness knife dozens of feet wide. Then the ancestor of the Styx River, dressed in blood, with red hair and a cold face, stepped on the twelve product industry fire red lotus and appeared in the eyes of Pan Haodong and Houtu.

"Hahaha..."

The ancestor of Styx River greeted him with his hands and said enthusiastically, "Dongjun, you have only been married to the later Taoist friends for thousands of years. When you are in love, how can you come to the sea of blood when you are not in the Taoist temple?"

Pan Haodong said with a smile, "let's give you a merit."

"Reconciliation?"

Styx didn't quite understand.

We all want merit. If we have the opportunity to obtain merit, who will extrapolate it? Besides, they don't know each other well!

Kindness without reason has always been either treacherous or deceitful.

You have to be careful.

Pan Haodong did not answer, but looked back.

"You are polite."

Looking at the dead souls pouring into the blood sea array, I said slowly, "I see that they are so painful. After being hanged by the blood sea array, there is only a little true spirit left. I am like a rootless duckweed. I am trapped in the array. I can't reincarnate forever. I want to give them a place to live."

"The blood sea array is a natural array, which attracts the dead and innocent souls to come and strangle them. Its purpose is to trace the origin and restore it, leaving a little true spirit to survive in the world, so as to prevent the ghosts of all ethnic groups from being contaminated with evil Qi and becoming evil creatures that harm the common people after they die."

The ancestor of Styx river was born in the sea of blood. He is very familiar with everything here.

After Pangu opened the sky, a mass of dirty blood fell from his body and turned into a sea of Youming blood. In the sea of Youming blood, there was a placenta, which was conceived by the ancestor of the Styx river. He was born with two swords, named Yuantu and a bi. The placenta was transformed into the twelve product blood lotus (also known as the twelve product industry fire red lotus), the twelve product merit Golden Lotus connecting with the Western Taoists, and the twelve product annihilation black lotus of the demon ancestor Luo, which was transformed by the congenital 36 product chaotic lotus platform.

There are also twelve unborn pure world white lotus, which has not yet belonged

There is a large array in the sea of blood, which specially absorbs souls and traces back to the original, which is the ultimate ownership of the living creatures in the wasteland at present. However, the undead that can be attracted by the large array are ordinary undead and undead. Any more powerful undead and undead can resist the attraction of the sea of blood array and stay in the wasteland.

Therefore, it needs to be completed.

Heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods need a clear division, otherwise the wasteland will become a chaotic world full of lonely souls and wild ghosts sooner or later.

The incarnation of Houtu is imminent.

"The blood sea array can only trap the true spirits and can't give them the place they deserve. It's not a long-term plan."

Upon hearing the speech, the ancestor of the Styx River smiled and said, "well, I don't know what's your opinion?"

"I want to incarnate reincarnation..."

With the sound of hind dialect falling.

A vast, ancient and sacred heaven and earth roared down, and endless compassion spread from the day after tomorrow to every corner of the famine.

Then.

The ancestral witch's body appeared in the back earth, with endless glow and auspicious clouds lingering around her body.

At this moment, the power of the later land is towering, which is better than the vision when the saint was born.

"Heaven and earth are short, and all living beings suffer."

"I am the ancestral land of the witch family of the descendants of Pangu. Now I am the common people in the world. I should evolve the six reincarnations with my body to supplement the world."

The huge figure of Houtu suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice sounded like thunder through the wasteland.

……

Pangu temple.

The eleven ancestral witches gathered together and all looked gloomy. Even if they knew in advance that this day would come, they still couldn't accept it when this moment appeared.

The twelve ancestors are brothers and sisters. My sister incarnates six reincarnations. Who knows if she will be reborn?

If not.

Then they will lose their eldest sister.

"Sister, you are so stupid!" Xuanming cried in a low voice.

Emperor Jiang held a jade bottle, which contained three drops of blood essence from the descendants of zuwu. He was silent for a long time and said, "eldest sister and brother-in-law have pointed out the direction. It's time for us to take action and cultivate new zuwu."

Finish.

Dijiang took the lead in forcing three drops of blood essence into the jade bottle.

Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gonggong and others followed. The twelve capital gods and evil array of the witch family needs the twelve ancestors to exert their power, and their power is greatly reduced by one point.

Therefore, cultivating a new ancestral witch is inevitable.

As for them, why didn't they cultivate thousands of years earlier?

Naturally, there are several twelve ancestral witches. Before the reincarnation of Houtu, new ancestral witches were cultivated. They can only use their own blood essence to cultivate new ancestral witches after the reincarnation of Houtu.

Each forced out three drops of blood essence, fused into a blood bead, and then put it into the blood pool behind the temple.

The eleven zuwu returned to the front hall again.

Dijiang said, "leave three people to guard the ancestral land, and the others will follow me to the sea of blood..."

……

"Empress Houtu is merciful!"

Honghuang creatures, whether witches, dragons, phoenixes, kirins, the three tribes left over from ancient times, or other races, bowed respectfully towards the sea of blood, and many creatures knelt down directly.

Even Dijun, donghuangtaiyi, Xihe, Changxi and other Demon power who wanted to die on the ancestral witch horse were shocked and showed their admiration.

However, admiration belongs to admiration. The fight that should be continued.

After the Eastern Emperor was shocked, he said excitedly, "brother, it seems that the divine will is in our demon family. The witch family has lost a ancestral witch. The power of the twelve heavenly gods and evil spirits array has decreased sharply. It's time to counterattack."

"Second brother, at this time, Houtu has just incarnated reincarnation. If we sneak attack the witch family now, we will be stabbed by the wasteland creatures. We demon clan want to dominate the flood and famine. At this time, we should show the style of overlord. We should not take the initiative to initiate disputes for thousands of years, restrict the following ministries, and those who violate orders will be cut off. "

Emperor Jun is a hero. It is impossible to launch a decisive battle against the witch family and create disputes at this time. Otherwise, even if the witch family is destroyed, he will be stabbed by the flood and famine hundred families.

Anyway, the reincarnation of Houtu incarnation is a foregone conclusion. The twelve ancestral witches no longer exist. If they work a thousand years later, they can still get a good reputation. Why not!

"All right!"

The Eastern Emperor sighed.

He can't wait to destroy the witch clan and dominate the flood and famine. At that time, even if he and his eldest brother can't be sanctified at the same time, at least one of them can be sanctified.

However, no matter who, as long as one of the two brothers becomes holy, they can protect the demon family forever.

At that time, the famine will be the world of their demon family.

Daozu said that becoming a saint needs Hongmeng purple gas as the foundation of Taoism, but the Eastern Emperor just doesn't believe it. He firmly believes that he can become a saint without Hongmeng purple gas.

For example, Pangu, the great God who created the world.

In countless versions of legends, there is no mention of Hongmeng purple gas, which shows that Pangu great God does not need Hongmeng purple gas. Since the great God does not need Hongmeng purple gas, why should he insist on it?

Some roads, Pangu God can go, he can go naturally.