Prehistoric: A Stable Life, Starting From the Journey To the West

It's not that he hasn't been to Chaos, and he has also swam to the outer world with a small boat, and he comes and goes quite casually.

He is not afraid of getting lost in the chaotic sea, because he has clear coordinates of the prehistoric land. In his eyes, the prehistoric continent is as bright as a torch in the dark, and he is not worried that he will be lost at all.

But those lost saints were expelled from the Honghuang Continent, the entire line of cause and effect was completely cut off, and all connections between them and Honghuang disappeared.

Like in the endless ocean, they were thrown off the boat, and no matter how hard they tried to roam the ocean, it was impossible to get back on the boat - again.

When they waited, there was nothing but boundless chaos.

Loneliness, loneliness, is more terrible than death.

Chen Qi also finally knew why so many people in Honghuang were stuck on the quasi-sage.

Some people really can't go up, and some don't dare to go up.

"Could it be that we really have to search for the seventh path of Hongmeng Purple Qi." Chen Qi thought to himself, as if that was all he could do.

Originally, he was full of confidence in the future road, but now after hearing Wen Hua's words, he was a little confused.

While thinking about it, Chen Qi suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

This sadness was inexplicable, but it really came from the bottom of my heart, as if someone close to him had died, which made Chen Qi feel very uncomfortable.

Chen Qi felt bad. Could something have happened?

Looking at Wen Hua, he was also sad at this time, and his face was full of tears at some point.

Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't his relatives or friends who had an accident.

However, this case is!

"Brother Chen." Wen Hua wiped the tears from his face with a solemn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be..."

Needless to say, Chen Qi also understood that although he had never experienced this, he had been fascinated by this phenomenon in his previous life.

This is - the same sorrow of heaven and earth!

Pushing open the door, the two Xuanxian guards were even more unbearable, half-kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, sobbing.

When I came outdoors, it was noon at this time, and the day was in the sky, but there were no dark clouds in the sky, since it was drizzling.

The rain submerged in the ground, showing a bright red color, this is blood rain!

When the saint falls, the heaven and the earth grieve together!

Which saint is in trouble?

Chen Qi looked around, and saw that the whole world showed a dejected trend, no matter the flowers, plants, birds, beasts, or plants, insects, and fish, they were all immersed in this indescribable sadness.

An hour ago, the sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

The sea of ​​​​blood is located in the underworld among the three realms, adjacent to the underworld transformed by the Empress of the Earth.

It is the birthplace of the Asura tribe, one of the six realms, and the site of the ancestors of Minghe, one of the most powerful and powerful people in the prehistoric times.

In the depths of the sea of ​​​​blood, the retreat of the ancestors of Ming He.

Old Ancestor Ming He was a middle-aged man with a dark look in his eyes, with sharp eyebrows and sharp teeth, ignoring the **** suffocation on his body, he looked like a sword fairy.

Styx was deep in the secret room at this time, with a sad face.

"Hey, if you take one wrong step, you will lose the whole game." Ming He sighed longly, feeling very regretful in his heart.

Originally, although he was not a saint, he was the creator of one of the six realms, the Asura clan, and he had a lot of merit and luck, plus he fit into the sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood does not dry, and the Styx does not die.

As long as he hides in the sea of ​​blood and does not set foot in the great wilderness, even a saint can't do anything about him.

As for the saint, his quasi-saint peak cultivation base is enough for anyone who wants to offend him to weigh.

Originally, Styx lived a very comfortable life in the sea of ​​​​blood.

However, I didn't expect that with the discovery of the outer world, Ming He couldn't sit still when he saw the luck and merit in it, and took the initiative to send his Asura tribe to fight.

The results are also gratifying, and the harvest of merit and luck has made Styx also lost his mind.

It is directly that, with merit, he forcibly broke through the level of the quasi-sage peak to the saint.

Proving the way of merit and virtue is equivalent to the empowerment of heaven.

The lower the cultivation level, the more meritorious deeds it takes to become a saint.

Like Ming He, the quasi-sacred peak, only one foot away, although it still costs a lot, but Ming He's net worth for so many years plus recent income is also acceptable.

Styx couldn't hold back, after all, that was a saint!

Under the saints, all are ants.

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Not being sanctified means that your life and death are in the hands of others.

Just a small **** in the chess game of the saints.

Only by becoming a saint can you jump out of the chess game and change from a chess piece to a chess player.

The temptation is too great.

After becoming a saint, isn't the cost of living in the world still earned from fighting other worlds, I think I should be able to support it.

Unexpectedly, he jumped into a bottomless pit, and the ancestor of Ming He also wanted to cry without tears.

At this time, the secluded Styx God Eye saw through the void, and could clearly see the ripples and fluctuations in the void.

The saint is the most powerful combat power in the prehistoric world, and he has to deal with the vast amount of inspiration in the world at every moment, and he also needs to pay the massive amount of Qi movement to the heaven and the earth every moment as a reward.

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This is the price for the saint to stay on the big ship of Honghuang, and luck is the currency of heaven.

Invisible blades in the void swung down on Styx's head every moment, and each knife cut off a part of the luck in Styx's body.

There is a golden cloud on the top of Styx River, and there are many wonderful appearances in the golden cloud. There are stories of Styx River in the early years of travel in the flood and famine, and there are stories of Xia He and his righteousness.

But the main picture is the survival and reproduction of the handsome Asura tribe.

Asura, one of the six paths, was created by Styx, and it was also his main source of merit and luck.

As for this golden cloud, it is Ming He's own golden cloud of luck.

Originally, these golden clouds covered the sky and the sun, and every time the Styx opened up, it covered thousands of miles, but now it has been reduced to only one foot square.

God's will is like a knife, reducing the number of qi is really terrible.

Not knowing that Chai Mi is expensive, Ming He arrived at the saint, only to discover the suffering of the saint.

The luck and quasi-sage that the saints need to live in the world are the difference between clouds and mud, not only a hundred times more, but a thousand times more!

The luck needed by a saint can support a thousand quasi-sages at the same time.

Although the identity of the patriarch of the Asura clan and the master of the sea of ​​blood can bring a steady stream of luck to the Styx, it is also a drop in the bucket for the consumption of the saint, which is far from being supported.

Soon, all the luck of the Ming River was cut by the sword of heaven, and the golden cloud above the head lost its luck, leaving only the strong karma, turning into a daunting black cloud billion.

Chapter 27 Hongjun shot, Styx died (for subscription)

The dark cloud is over the top, and the time of death has come.

This black cloud of luck swirled a few times on the top of Ming He's head, then directly covered his head and went straight to the Niwan Palace.

Styx only felt a nameless anger in his heart, seeing everything in the world was not pleasing to the eye, and had the urge to destroy everything. mood, giving birth to a sense of world-weariness.

What's the point of living in this kind of world, it's better to commit suicide.

As soon as this thought appeared, it was killed by Ming He's sword intent.

"It's useless, it's useless." Styx laughed, he has been sanctified, this body is just a reflection in the lake, it is his body in the world, not his body, trying to influence his state of mind to make He committed suicide, which is simply a fool's dream.

"Tian Dao, you only have this means?" Ming He shouted arrogantly.

It seems that he was provoked by Ming He's attitude, and in the next second, Tiandao's means came.

An aura of calamity grew out of Styx's acupuncture point directly out of thin air. Styx, who was originally a middle-aged man, was instantly described as withered and turned into a wrinkled and rickety old man.

At the same time, there are wind tribulations, fire tribulations, and thunder tribulations in the void at the same time, hitting Ming He's body.

"The five degenerates of heaven and man, but that's all." Ming He sneered disdainfully. If it were someone else, even those peak quasi-sages would die instantly after taking this blow.

Because no matter how high your cultivation level is, if your lifespan is cut off by the way of heaven, you will die of old age immediately.

Although Daluo Jinxian has the same lifespan as heaven and earth, the infinite lifespan also has an end, and this end is just a stroke of heaven.

But this is useless for Styx, because he has been sanctified, and the thing he entrusts is nothing else, but the foundation of his life, the sea of ​​blood.

You can cut my lifespan and let me go straight to the end of death, but the lifespan of the sea of ​​blood is endless, and you can't cut it off either.

Ming He directly blew his body and turned into a cloud of blood. The next moment, soaked in the power of the blood sea, he immediately reunited his body and returned to the appearance of that middle-aged Taoist.

"In the end, the Dao of Heaven is also a dead thing. I have the strength of a saint now. Without luck, what can you do to me?"

Along with Ming He's clamor, a forefinger pressed lightly in the sky over the sea of ​​blood, and Ming He in the secret room was instantly pierced through his head, fell to the ground, and his body exploded into a mist of blood.

In the next second, the sea of ​​blood surged, and Styx's figure reunited.

"Older Hongjun, you are a good lackey of heaven. As soon as my luck runs out, you will come to kill me."

"However, it's useless. My sustenance is the entire sea of ​​blood. If the sea of ​​blood doesn't dry out, Styx won't die. Even if you are Daozu Hongjun, you won't necessarily be able to get me."

The sea of ​​blood does not dry, and the Styx does not die.

In fact, Styx had such a means when he was quasi-holy.

But at that time, the body in the sea of ​​​​blood was not perfect. The connection between him and the sea of ​​​​blood could actually be cut off, so Ming He rarely set foot in the floods, for fear that he would be killed by the saint after the sea of ​​​​blood.

However, after Ming He became a saint, using the entire sea of ​​blood as his sustenance, the foundation of enlightenment, can be said to have completely supplemented the previous shortcomings and no longer have any shortcomings.

Now it can be said that the sea of ​​blood is the Styx, and the Styx is the sea of ​​blood, and the two are the same.

If you want to kill Styx completely, you can only destroy the entire sea of ​​blood.

However, this cannot be done.

The sea of ​​blood is the part of the umbilical cord of the great **** Pangu. It is the gathering place of the suffocating qi of the whole Three Realms.

If the sea of ​​blood is gone, the evil suffocation will permeate the world, and the world will be in chaos. Even a saint would not dare to bear this kind of karma.

Hong Jun, who is the ruler of the Heavenly Dao, is even more selfless, and everything is the most important thing.

Therefore, Ming He was so arrogant and fearless. He was certain that Hongjun Daozu would focus on the overall situation and would not attack him.

However, after all, he underestimated Daozu Hongjun.

In the Zixiao Palace, Daozu Bing's indifferent voice came slowly.

"Sea of ​​blood, dry!"

That boundless, almost shrouded half of the sea of ​​blood in the underworld disappeared at once.

The countless Asuras living in the sea of ​​blood were at a loss at this moment, because from their perspective, the blood-colored sky and blood-colored ground they had always been familiar with suddenly disappeared.

The earth of the underworld, the sky of the underworld, the orange-yellow color, is so unfamiliar...

Ancestor Ming He was still laughing arrogantly, but when he saw this scene, the smile was embarrassed on his face, which seemed a bit funny.

He could never have imagined that Daozu was so determined that he would rather drain the sea of ​​blood than kill him.

Looking at the sky, another index finger slowly fell, Ming He was not reconciled, he let out a roar, and raised all his mana, Yuantu Abi's two swords were greeted towards the sky.

However, in the end it was futile.

In the next second, Styx's head was pierced, and his body slowly fell from the sky.

However, this time, he can no longer be resurrected.

Before dying, Ming He looked at the Asura people on the ground who were looking at him, his face showing reluctance, and sighed: "I shouldn't be a saint on this **** day, I can't bear it, I really can't let it go. !"

Ming He sighed in the sky, "I've been so useless all my life, I just want to sit on the chess board and play a good game of chess. Is it so difficult?"

The ancestor of Ming He died. Yuantu Abi's two innate spiritual treasures turned into two rays of light and disappeared.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!" All the Ashura people were crying bitterly, with sad faces. In the eyes of outsiders, Styx was a big devil who could kill without counting.