Nineteenth floor of the area.

The sea of ​​blood was rushing and waves were rising. Under the urging of the ancestor of the Styx, it spread in all directions at an extremely astonishing speed, with extremely fast speeds. In just a moment, it had already reached a radius of tens of millions of miles.

This is not just about expanding the territory, it is a kind of erosion, occupying the nineteenth floor of hell. Everything covered by the sea of ​​blood becomes his own and dominated by him.

And it is not only hell, but also souls. Whenever it is touched by the water of the sea of ​​blood, the soul will be swallowed into the sea of ​​blood. As the ancestor of the Styx moves his heart at will, the essence of blood condenses, and those souls immediately turn into powerful Shuras with extraordinary auras.

"Haha! Hahaha~!"

Seeing this scene, the ancestor of the Styx couldn't help laughing loudly. His blood sea lineage had withered, and although there were a large number of spiritual bodies for him to create the Shura clan. However, the blood sea was not owned by him, but was robbed. Now it is impossible to use it as freely as innate. The Shura clan created was also limited in strength. If he didn't use his own essence and blood, he would not have room for growth.

If you don’t have strong subordinates, many things will be very troublesome, and if you have to use your own essence and blood, it will have a huge impact on your strength. In such a world, especially in such a critical era, a little impact may lead to a disaster and he dare not take risks.

But at this moment, hell made him perfectly solve this problem, even better than using essence and blood. The soul is the spiritual body, and the sea of ​​blood can condense the body and complement each other. The realm of these souls in their lifetime can help them restore their strength to what level, and they can continue to practice and grow continuously.

More importantly, these souls are pure spiritual bodies, without memory. They are completely dominated by themselves, and will never violate their own orders and will devote themselves to their hearts.

Having this hell, even if you have not controlled the six realms of reincarnation, you will be like mastering a world and becoming an alternative Taoist ancestor Hongjun, without having to become ruthless and desireless.

The sea of ​​blood will not run away, and you will never die. Not to mention others, even if the saints come here, they will not be afraid at all. They will be just around the corner to win the true Lord of Heaven and Earth.

"Haha, stupid people, fighting for those meaningless fames, when I get done, even the saint can only obey my orders before I sit!"

The ancestor of the Styx burst into laughter, and his blood energy soared into the sky, turning into blood dragons dancing wildly, storming everywhere.

Even the death energy was refined by its blood sea energy, making the figure like the demon god in heaven and earth, roaring in the sky.

Just when the ancestor of the Styx was proud of his life, he suddenly heard a Buddha's name coming from the sky.

"Namo Amitabha!"

With this chanting, a stone house fell from the sky, and with a roar, it fell directly in front of the passage. Nine rays of light rose into the sky, and nine skeleton phantoms circled in the light. At the door of the stone house, there was a monk sitting, which was the Shura King.

"Shura!"

The ancestor of the Styx exclaimed, and never thought that this old enemy would appear in hell at this moment. With his mind stirred, he couldn't help but take a step back.

He designed everything in the past, causing the two masters of the Blood Sea to kill each other, and finally got what they wanted.

He got the sea of ​​blood, and Shura killed all his relatives to attain enlightenment, and finally he was injured in his mind and almost died. From then on, he also escaped into the monks and did not see the King of Shura, but only Shura monks. He had thought that Shura would come back to take revenge one day, but with the sea of ​​blood in his hand, he was not afraid at all, but he never thought that he would meet Shura here, and he couldn't even understand how the other party went directly to hell.

Looking at the ancestor of the Styx in front of him, King Shura looked calm and said softly: "Namo Amitabha, donor of the Styx, turn back and turn to the shore!"

"Look back, it's ridiculous!" The ancestor of the Styx laughed: "The opportunity to take charge of the world is right in front of you. How can you let me turn back, how can I bear to turn back. Shura, I can plot against you and kill you. Now the sea of ​​blood is for me. Since you have come to your door by yourself, then take your life!"

With a loud shout, the sea of ​​blood rushes into a tsunami, reflecting the red direction.

In the stone forest.

The sky is still like a curtain, you can clearly see what the ancestor of the Styx did outside, and you can also see the sudden arrival of Shura. But at this moment, no one has the heart to see what the situation outside is.

Master Feng had returned to the wooden box. Yang Fanhai fell to the ground and gasped. Donghuang Taiyi picked up a cup of tea and savored it gently. The fox demon knelt on the side and gently pushed the tea from the teapot. The Queen Houtu sat on the stone table beside her, swaying her legs, looking at the show.

Taoist Kunpeng was like a stone sculpture. When he grew up, he looked frightened and motionless. He disappeared when he saw Yang Fanhai rushing into the stone forest. He had already thought that there would be mystery in it. But thinking that even the other party was fearless, he naturally was not afraid.

No matter what dangers, I was mentally prepared, but no matter what, I didn't expect that after rushing in, I saw these people.

After escaping from Beijuluzhou in the past, he also recalled the events of that day and guessed whether he had been deceived. After all, Edom Emperor Taiyi's personality could not let him go. However, he was too scared of the worldly demon emperor, so he had no courage to inquire again.

At this moment, looking at the person who was savoring the tea carefully, Taoist Kunpeng believed that he would never admit his mistake this time. The murderous intent hidden after calmness and the invisible terrifying and domineering aura, no one else could do it except Donghuang Taiyi.

A cup of tea didn't last long, but it seemed as if the Taoist Kunpeng had spent several centuries and was in a state of exhaustion.

Putting down the teacup and looking at the Taoist Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi smiled and said, "National Master, it's been a long time since we met."

However, a smile made Taoist Kunpeng tremble all over and shouted in surprise: "Zhaoming..."

Donghuang Taiyi shook his head: "National Master, with our relationship, this name is not suitable for you to call it out. You... should I call me Donghuang!"

With a wave of his hand, he sent all the tea sets on the tea table to the distance. The fox demon next to him hurriedly took out a guqin and placed it on the tea table.

"I haven't seen each other for many years. When I see the national teacher again, I feel excited. I can't help but remember the day I moved into the Ninth Heaven again. How happy we are to sing with fencing!"

As he spoke, Dong Huangtai sat down and placed his hand on the strings of the piano: "It's rare to see the national master again, and the demonic song is probably absolute sound. I wonder if I'm lucky to invite the national master to sing another song today?"

While speaking, before he could respond, he was already plucking the strings of the piano.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The sound of wooden fish outside also came, which coincided with the sound of the piano and released a strange melody, which made people tremble.

Donghuang Taiyi sang softly: "The prehistoric world has been rising and falling for billions of years, rats and wolves have run for three thousand years, the royal family has never seen their heads, and the general has been in panic and has turned white."

The melody fluctuated heartstrings, and the Taoist Kunpeng looked inexplicably. When the voice of Donghuang Taiyi fell, he couldn't help but sang softly: "Low your head and your eyebrows for three thousand years, and now my demon clan has been in trouble. It's soaring and shaking for 90,000 miles, and killing enemies is not too much. The strong wind makes drums for thunder, and laughs and sings with heroes."

This is a song from the demon clan, not made by a musician, but a feeling that comes from the surging of the day.

That day, the three demon clan masters, Di Jun, Donghuang, Shura, and the national demon clan master gathered together to repel the powerful men from all sides who came together to kill. They were so passionate and vigorously.

That day, at the top of Mount Buzhou, at the top of the world, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi rings the bell, the Emperor Emperor Fencing the sword, and the King Shura beats the drums. Even Taoist Kunpeng has such a heart, he can't help but be brave in his heart and sings loudly.

Now that Di Jun is dead and Shura is converting, it seems that only Donghuang Taiyi and he, the Taoist Kunpeng, remain unchanged, but it seems that everyone has also changed greatly.

But the bells are no longer, the swords are no longer sounding, and the drums are no longer sounding, but the bamboo strings and the wooden fishes. The glory of the past seems to be submerged in this soft sound.

After the Taoist Kunpeng finished singing, no one spoke. Yang Fanhai suddenly remembered that day he sang a demon song with Lu Ya Daojun and Hongyuan. Lu Ya Daojun intended to teach himself, probably for today.

Immediately, I gritted my teeth and sang in a deep voice: "I roared to the sky with a fierce heart, and my anger flew into the clouds and smoke. I once saw the golden scales lie in the sea and the phoenix sky, and I also saw the sky in the sky."

"Qilin Tower Mountain, vast and vast wilderness, and deep in the East China Sea, more than just the abbot."

This is the lyrics of Emperor Di Jun. Today, I am already homeless. No one comes to sing it, so he will sing it.

"The fire of war has not been cold for a thousand years, and what can I expect after I cannot win today!"

"You ask why you practice, the great roc spreads its wings and regrets that the sky is low!"

"You ask why you practice, not for the heaven and the people!"

"You ask why you practice, and you are going west and I go east!"

“…”

The national master is no longer there, only Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi, Zhaoming, Shura Conversion, Jiuhua Monk, and the lyrics of Emperor Jun sang by others.

The bell became a string sound, and the drum sounded like a wooden fish. Which demon song almost reappeared under such circumstances.

"The setting sun is like blood, flags are flying, and the eternal demon souls are forged together!"

The demon song finally ended. Dong Huang Taiyi pressed his hands on the strings of the piano and looked up, and his eyes fell on the figure of Shura King in the sky.

Donghuang Shura, the brotherly love is deep, and everyone who has experienced that era knows it. Someone once said: If you want to kill Donghuang, you can kill Shura first, which is generally true.

But others are others after all, and only the two of them can understand how precious and profound that brotherly relationship is.

In the past, Shura killed all his relatives and was depressed and strange Buddhist sects. Donghuang Taiyi was still sad at that time and felt that this should not be done. But now, seeing his brother again, there is only one thought in his heart: Just live!

I have lost too much and I can't lose anything anymore.

I have also carried too much, and I must liquidate some today.

The mind was stirred, and the flames in his hand rushed, burned the guqin into ashes, stood up proudly, stroked his hair with one hand, broke several pieces, and then flew to the Kunpeng Taoist, burning and fired, like sparks falling.

"Taoist Kunpeng, today you and I will cut off your righteousness and never stop until death!"

As proud as iron bones, his voice is firm.

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Chapter completed!