Honghuang: Something is wrong with the Wu clan this time

Chapter 13 Pangu’s bloodline appears, Styx’s creation comes

This blood river formation is the companion formation of Styx. When Styx was still gestating in the sea of ​​blood, this formation was used to protect him.

As soon as the Blood River Formation was set up, the blood beads in Pan Huang's hand immediately shrank in size, and then the pressure similar to that of Buzhou Mountain became even stronger.

This caused Pan Huang's refining to pause. Fortunately, he was also a person who had been baptized by Pangu's pressure, so he could still withstand this pressure.

Ming He stood in the distance and watched quietly, not daring to move, for fear that the slightest movement would make Pan Huang fail, and he would not have anywhere to cry.

Outside the blood sea, the appearance of Si Teng and the three people attracted the attention of the creatures around the blood sea. Those who can live around the blood sea are all people who practiced evil in the ancient times. Their characters themselves have certain flaws. Si Teng In their eyes, Teng and the others were like guiding lights, and they couldn't be any brighter.

"Hey hey hey, what beautiful female cultivators! Such pure energy. If you eat them, your cultivation level will definitely break through to another level." In the dark, several people with short stature, ugly appearance, and rickety bodies were looking at them. Discussing in whispers.

"There are five of us, but there are only three of them. How do we divide them?" One of them asked a crucial question.

"This is easy to handle." The leader of the evil cultivators looked at each other and the people around him, with a faint smile on his lips.

puff-

The next second, the two of them took action instantly, killing the people around them with lightning speed. At this point, the five people became three.

"No, there are only three of us left now, one for each, there is no contradiction at all, right?" The leader of the evil cultivator grinned, showing a mouth full of black and yellow teeth.

"There's a situation!" Just when those evil cultivators were killing each other, Si Teng suddenly stopped and sent a message to Leng Yue and Zhong Ling beside him.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yue asked.

"Murderous aura, there is a faint murderous aura in the dark, and there is deep malice in this murderous aura." Si Teng said.

"Are they coming for us?" Zhong Ling asked.

"It should be, everyone, be careful. The young master is not here, so we have to protect ourselves." Si Teng's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah!" Leng Yue and Zhong Ling nodded.

Whoosh whoosh—

Three sounds of breaking through the air were heard. The three of Si Teng, who had been well prepared, instantly dodged the flying hidden weapons. After that, the three of them looked around back to back.

The next second, three evil cultivators with short stature, hunched bodies, ugly looks and greedy faces appeared in front of Si Teng and others.

"So ugly!" When Zhong Ling saw these three people, his face instantly wrinkled up.

After hearing Zhong Ling's words, the expressions on the faces of the three evil cultivators instantly changed from greed to rage. They hated others calling them ugly the most.

Born around the Sea of ​​Blood, they had no choice. When they transformed, they also wanted to be a handsome young man, but the Sea of ​​Blood was the most filthy place in the entire prehistoric world. When they transformed, they were affected by the aura here, and eventually became This look is the pain of all the monks within the Blood Sea.

So they are very taboo about the word ugly, which is exposing their scars and adding a pinch of salt to the scars.

"Originally, I wanted to eat you directly, but now I have changed my mind. I want to eat you bit by bit and let you die in pain and despair. I want you to experience the feeling that life is worse than death. I also want to You feel our pain." The leader of the evil cultivator said coldly, and at the end of the sentence, there was a hint of madness in his tone.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability." Leng Yue said lightly, and the next second, a slender Miao knife appeared in Leng Yue's hand.

"Hahaha, the best acquired spiritual treasure, hahaha, this is mine." Xie Xiu's tone was full of excitement after seeing Leng Yue Miao Dao. "Then it's too early for you to be happy." Zhong Ling said with a smile, and the next second, a small golden bell appeared in her hand, which was also the best acquired spiritual treasure.

Si Teng didn't say anything. He waved his hand and a soft whip appeared. The breath of the innate spiritual treasure made the evil cultivator freeze on the spot.

"Innate Spiritual Treasure!" They murmured to themselves, and the greed and excitement in their eyes disappeared instantly.

Because there are only two types of people who can obtain innate spiritual treasures, one is a very powerful person, and the other is the disciple of a very powerful person, and they cannot afford to offend either of these two types.

But Si Teng and the others would not wait for the enemy to recover. While Di Ran was stunned, Si Teng and the others had already begun to attack.

Not to mention the battle between Si Teng and the others, in the Styx dojo, Styx clenched his fists tightly and was half-kneeling on the ground. Veins popped out on his forehead, as if he was under great pressure.

In front of the Styx River, Pan Huang was not feeling well. Although he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands were already on the ground, his body was hunched, and his head almost dropped to the ground. He was also suffering now. Enormous pressure.

The blood bead in his hand was now only the size of a fist. The blood bead now looked as warm as jade and very beautiful, making people addicted just by looking at it.

But at this time, the blood bead exuded an extremely strong pressure, which was exactly the same as Buzhou Mountain's pressure.

"Fellow Daoist Styx!" At this time, Pan Huang roared, because if you don't roar, you can't speak at all.

At this time, the blood bead has reached its limit. If it continues to be refined, Pan Huang will probably explode to death due to the pressure of Pangu.

Hearing Pan Huang calling him, Styx almost crawled over.

"Are you ready? This is what I call good fortune!" Pan Huang grinned.

"Ah?" Styx was a little confused. At this time, Pan Huang patted the blood droplet in his hand directly into Styx's heart.

"Bao Yuan Shouyi, start refining!" Pan Huang roared.

Styx finally reacted, quickly adjusted his mentality, and began to refine the Pangu bloodline, but is this Pangu bloodline so easy to refine?

Almost instantly, countless cracks appeared on Styx's body, and a violent breath spurted out of his body, as if he would explode and die in the next second.

Styx groaned, and countless blood-red threads suddenly appeared in the void and connected to Styx's body. After these blood-red threads were connected to Styx's body, the cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But as soon as it healed, it cracked again, and then healed again, over and over, and the cycle continued. The expression on Styx's face changed from the initial pain to the final numbness. Now he could only mechanically use his magic power to refine the Pangu bloodline. , he can't do anything else.

Pan Huang sat aside and adjusted his breath, and then looked at the Styx quietly in front of him. Now he could only rely on Styx himself. If he could survive it, it would not be impossible for him to become a saint and become an ancestor in the future. If he could not survive this sea of ​​blood, he would probably survive it today. It's about to change ownership.

Pan Huang looked vaguely in one direction of the sea of ​​blood, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how much time passed, but the healing speed of Styx was finally faster than the speed of cracking. A very close feeling also appeared on Styx. Pan Huang knew that Styx was successful.

"As expected, he is worthy of being the Lord of the Blood Sea. Our Witch Clan will have another general." Pan Huang murmured to himself.

Time flies, and there is less than a hundred years until Hongjun's second lecture. At this time, Minghe slowly opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)