Tortoise of the Great Desolation

Chapter 274 Six Paths of Hell

A witch, walking on the prehistoric land.

Her name is Houtu.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, and she didn't know where she was going next.

She just walks like this.

Along the way, she encountered countless fights, some between the witch clan and the monster clan, some between the monster clan and the monster clan, and some involving the newborn human race.

These fights didn't stop Houtu from moving.

She just passed by and left silently.

She witnessed the fall of countless souls.

In the end, she came all the way to the Nether Blood Sea.

Looking at the countless resentful souls in the sea of ​​blood, Houtu fell silent.

Of course, some of these resentful souls died in the Lich War, but they were only a minority.

More resentful souls died from all kinds of chaos caused by the Great Calamity.

A monstrous wave of blood was set off above the sea of ​​blood, and countless resentful souls fled in panic and screamed, but were still swept away by the wave of blood.

At the same time, a bloody figure also walked out of the sea of ​​blood and came to Houtu.

"I don't know why Fellow Daoist Houtu came to my sea of ​​blood?"

The visitor looked warily at Houtu who was standing by the sea of ​​blood, it was the Patriarch Styx.

This Nether Blood Sea is a place where the world's filth gathers. Except for the aborigine, Patriarch Styx, other great powers will not come here easily.

Now, Houtu suddenly appeared here, and in addition, a treasure was about to be born in the sea of ​​blood recently, Styx couldn't help being nervous.

After a long silence, Hou Tufang looked away from the sea of ​​blood.

She looked at Styx and said indifferently: "I don't know why Fellow Daoist Styx stole these resentful souls?"

"What are you doing to take away these resentful souls?" Styx froze for a moment.

He didn't expect Houtu to ask such a question.

Nowadays, on the prehistoric land, there are countless creatures who are killed and injured every day. It is good for those creatures to fly away after death, if they leave their souls behind.Except for some relatively powerful beings, most of the other souls will eventually come to this ghostly sea of ​​blood.

Therefore, the resentful souls in this nether sea of ​​blood can be said to be endless.

Now, someone actually takes care of these resentful souls?

Although strange in his heart, Minghe still said directly: "To be honest, Fellow Daoists, after Empress Nuwa created human beings, I also created a family in this Nether Blood Sea, named Asura. However, with my cultivation Because, of course, it can't be as perfect as Nuwa Empress's creation of human beings, but the Asura family has many flaws, one of which is that they cannot reproduce on their own. Therefore, every once in a while, I have to take some resentful souls to come Create a group of Asura people."

These things are not a secret to Styx, so he has no intention of hiding them.

"Asura clan?" Hou Tu was slightly taken aback.

She has already seen the human race, so since the Asura clan was created by Styx following Nuwa's creation, it must be not bad, right?

Seemingly seeing Houtu's thoughts, Ming He smiled slightly, waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of Houtu: "Fellow Houtu, please take a look."

In other words, the Asura clan, no matter what flaws they have, is still the proud work of Styx.

However, Styx has lived in the sea of ​​blood for a long time, and no one can appreciate his works.

Now, having finally met a Houtu, Styx naturally wanted to show off a little more.

So, Houtu saw what an Asura is.

Asuras, males are ugly and aggressive, while females are beautiful and lustful.

Therefore, in the Asura clan, on weekdays, either the male Asuras fight each other, or the male and female Asuras gather together to prostitute themselves.

At the same time, Houtu also saw how those countless resentful souls struggled and screamed until they were finally transformed into Asuras.

A trace of sadness emerged in Houtu's eyes.

Above the prehistoric world, the world is in chaos, and all living beings are suffering. As a result, they cannot be liberated even after death?
In the dark, a touch of enlightenment emerged in Hou Tu's heart.

She closed her eyes slowly.

Father God, is this your guidance for me?

"Fellow Daoist Houtu? Fellow Daoist Houtu?" Looking at Houtu who suddenly closed his eyes and said nothing, Ming He called out twice.

He felt that Houtu's current state was very wrong.

Although Houtu didn't do anything and just stood there, he felt a great sense of oppression from Houtu.

At this moment, Hou Tu finally opened his eyes.

She glanced at Styx, and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Styx, this matter of plundering resentful souls and transforming them into the Asura clan, it's better not to do it again."

Ming He's expression changed, and he said coldly, "What do you mean, Fellow Daoist?"

The Asura family cannot reproduce on their own. If he does not plunder the resentful souls to create a new Asura, the Asura family will become extinct sooner or later.

However, Houtu did not answer what he meant.

She sighed softly, took a step forward, and appeared in the sky above the Nether Blood Sea in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Houtu who suddenly appeared above the sea of ​​blood, Ming He didn't know what Houtu was going to do, but he still felt heart palpitations.

Then, he heard Houtu's slow and firm voice resounding over the sea of ​​blood, spreading throughout the prehistoric world: "The way of heaven is above, and today there is the descendant of the Pangu family, the Houtu family. , all living beings are suffering. I would like to give up this body to transform the six realms, and learn from the heavens."

Endless rays of light fell from the sky, and the entire prehistoric land was silent.

The first to react was the other eleven of the twelve ancestor witches.

Almost at the same time, the eleven ancestor witches all looked in the direction of the Nether Blood Sea.

The heart-piercing pain in their veins made them understand that this was not a joke.

"Sister Houtu!" Someone cried out sadly, and eleven ancestral witches headed towards the sea of ​​blood at the same time.

Except for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, all living beings in the prehistoric world, including the six saints, bowed in unison in the direction of the Nether Blood Sea.

"Your Majesty, be merciful."

The sky above the Nether Blood Sea.

The endless light fell, and the body of the ancestral witch, which could hardly be hurt by anything, melted little by little in the light.

Six strange black holes slowly emerged behind Houtu.

After the earth fell, the six ways came out.

The water of the endless sea of ​​blood was sucked in by the six realms, bringing with it countless resentful souls.

The whole sea of ​​blood was quiet for a while, only Patriarch Styx looked at the empty sea of ​​blood and wanted to cry without tears.

No wonder Houtu told him not to transform Asura, there was not a single resentful soul left, and he still transformed a P!
Not to mention resentful souls, even half of the water and soil in the sea of ​​blood were sucked away.

You know, his Patriarch Styx claims that the sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the Styx River will never die, and he relies on this endless sea of ​​blood!

Now, as soon as the sea of ​​blood is less, half of the supernatural powers of his Blood God Son will be crippled!
Ugh!
Patriarch Styx is autistic.

At the same time, a ripple flashed in the void, and a river fell from the void, landed and turned into a yellow river, and finally flowed into the sea of ​​blood.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

Bi Luo, Huang Quan.

PS: Unless I ask for leave, Chapter 2 will stay up all night, so don't ask.

(End of this chapter)