Prehistoric, choose the mythical Da Luofa at the start

Chapter 67

Weird!
In Zhen Yuanzi's spiritual perception, it was obvious that the high-level human race was meeting Liu Xuan, but what about Liu Xuan?
Why no Liu Xuan?

Why did the people of the human race speak to the empty space?Could it be that Liu Xuan is not a living body, but a special kind of existence?
Zhen Yuanzi was shocked.

In his spiritual investigation, Liu Xuan was not found in the ancestral land of the human race.

But the high-level people of the human race looked at a position very respectfully, it didn't look like acting, but there was nothing in that position, which made him puzzled for a while.

……

The ancestral land of the human race.

In Liu Xuan's mansion.

He was sitting on a futon on a high platform, and below were a group of high-level people, and Yun Zhongzi also managed to get in among them.

"Whose divine sense detection is this?"

Liu Xuan listened to the high-level reports of the geniuses of the human race one by one, and nodded his head from time to time to express his approval.

But there was a slight wave of ripples in his heart.

Although Zhen Yuanzi's spiritual detection was very weak and he hid it well, even the third ancestor of the Suiren Clan didn't find it, but Liu Xuan still noticed it.

If it was a one-time or two-time detection of the divine sense, the perception might not be clear due to weak reasons, but Zhen Yuanzi underestimated Liu Xuan too much.

Liu Xuan listened carefully to the reports from the people of the human race, and at the same time followed the perception of the divine sense that came from nowhere, and immediately followed it in the opposite direction.

Immediately.

A middle-aged Taoist with a thin and elegant appearance came into view. He was a quasi-sage who had cultivated in his late stage, and he could even see Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation.

Who is this Taoist?
Liu Xuan was surprised in his heart.

With such a profound cultivation base, he is no longer an unknown person in the prehistoric world. Why do he hide in a corner of the human tribe and secretly observe the human race?

Could it be that like Dangkang pig demon, he also came to spy on the cultivation method of the human race?

His mind wandered for a while.

Afterwards, everyone in the Suiren clan also noticed Liu Xuan's absent-mindedness, and asked in confusion, "Liu Zu, is there something wrong with us?"

"It's okay, just wait a moment for me."

"This seat suddenly remembered that I seemed to have one thing to do. I will leave for a while, and when I come back, I will continue to report!"

When he came back to his senses, Liu Xuan looked at everyone and smiled gently.

It is clear.

He couldn't guess who this middle-aged Taoist in the late Zhunsheng period was, so he might as well arrest him and suppress him, search his soul, and everything would be clear!

at the same time.

When Liu Xuan proposed to go to Zhen Yuanzi's side, a voice that seemed to come from the nine heavens sounded and interrupted him:
"I, the descendant of the witch clan!"

"I have a sense of authenticity. The reincarnation of the prehistoric world has not yet been completed. I can't bear it in my heart. I use my body to reincarnate to make up for the lack of the prehistoric tunnel!"

"Specially fit the Tao with my body, I am the authentic, but the authentic is not me, let the world learn from it!"

Fall with the sound.

The prehistoric world was in great turmoil, the saint's purple aura stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, the colorful clouds reflected the entire prehistoric sky, and golden golden lotuses of meritorious virtues shining with golden light emerged out of thin air.

Endless golden lotuses of merit and virtue are sprinkled all over the wilderness, the scene is magnificent, and it falls on any position, it is all good fortune, some creatures have begun to be wise, some have broken through the current state, and some have healed their dark wounds that have not healed for many years...

With the emergence of Honghuang authentic spokesperson.

The prehistoric world was somewhat complete again, and the world was directly promoted to a small level.

The Great Desolation seems to have been oscillating all the time, and the three major regions of the Yaozu Heavenly Court, the Earth Immortal Realm, and the Nether Blood Sea expanded outward again, and even strands of inexhaustible, majestic and rich innate aura were born out of thin air.

Many monks consumed [-]% to [-]% of their innate aura before the catastrophe of beasts and the catastrophe of dragon and Han, and then made up for it.

Followed by.

After Houtu joined the Dao with his body and proved the spokesperson of the Dao Dao, a full [-]% of the merits of the Dao Dao came to Liu Xuan silently and abruptly.

"Houtu proved the truth."

Feeling the majestic and terrifying authentic merits of his body, Liu Xuan was slightly happy in his heart, and murmured.

Also at this time.

All living beings in the wild, all living beings, whether they are Hongjun Daozu or those who have not yet enlightened their spiritual wisdom, are congratulating Empress Houtu:

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist Houtu for being the spokesperson of the authentic Dao, benefiting the prehistoric creatures!"

"Following the Tao with the body, how can this way of proving the Tao be the same as Hongjun Daozu? Compared with the saint, which one is stronger or weaker?"

"Witch Clan actually gave birth to such a strong man who fits the Dao, can Emperor Wa be able to defeat it? For my Monster Clan, this matter is not a blessing but a disaster for me!"

"Congratulations to Empress Houtu for successfully proving the Tao!"

"Successful, Hou Tu girl finally succeeded, haha, my Wu Clan also has the combat power of a saint this time, the Wu Clan will never be weaker than the Yao Clan!"

"..."

Some families are happy and some are sad. In addition to congratulating Empress Houtu, all living beings in the wild are anxious about the Lich War, and some are envious...

……

Half an hour ago.

Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

Houtu came here alone.

Standing by the sea of ​​blood, with a bloody and pungent smell wafting from Qiong's nose, she looked at the lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated, the darkness covered the sky and the sun.

She felt pity in her heart.

The prehistoric world has gone through several calamities, and the number of souls who died tragically is unknown. Because the true spirits cannot be reincarnated, they all gathered in the land of the sea of ​​blood.

Wandering every day and night, living like a year, with no purpose, such a life, living is three points more tormented than dying.

Because of the understanding of the inheritance of authentic spokespersons, Houtu knows his true mission better than before, but he still feels sad for these lonely souls and true spirits.

"Houtu Ancestral Witch, you are not staying in the Pangu Palace, why did you come to this Sea of ​​Blood?"

"Could it be that the Wu Clan can't fight the Yao Clan because of the Taoist patriarch's decree, so all of you Wu Clan have set your sights on this lair?"

At this moment, the ancestor Styx appeared with a somewhat resentful expression on his face.

Why resentment?
It's not that the Houtu ancestor witch took the liberty to visit the sea of ​​blood.

It was because of the celestial induction before, that he actually sensed a useless innate spiritual core, which made Styx angry when he thought of it.

Fortunately.

There was another person accompanying him, Taiqing felt that something was wrong, and his anger dissipated a little.

But dissipating does not mean that there is no, there is still a trace of anger in my heart.

Now, seeing Houtu of the Wu Clan suddenly visit his territory, this made him feel a little emotional.

This place of my own is known as a place where filth and filth are hidden in the wild, and usually there is no great power to come here.

"Fellow Daoist Styx, this ancestor witch intends to testify here, and I will lend you half of the Blood Sea."

Houtu looked indifferent and replied softly.

"Come to this sea of ​​blood to testify?"

heard.

Ancestor Minghe's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

After a pause, a pair of envious eyes appeared, and he asked dryly: "It's not impossible to borrow half of the area, but I want to watch you prove the Tao with my own eyes here, I wonder if it's feasible?"

He wanted to learn how to prove himself a saint. For Styx, becoming a saint was his lifelong dream.

If you don't become a saint, you will end up as an ant.

The borrowing mentioned here is actually a permanent occupation, and Styx also knows the meaning.

But which is more important, half of one's own territory or witnessing the process of proving the way, stepping above all living beings and below the way of heaven?

Obviously the latter!
(End of this chapter)