God: I have a wild world!

Chapter 130 [Reincarnation of Houtu with body]

"go!"

After Di Jiang appeared, he didn't say much, and directly led the rest of the ancestor witches to tear the space, and came to the sky above the Nether Blood Sea.

At this time, the Nether Blood Sea was already surging with monstrous waves of blood, tumbling violently, various magical Dao patterns appeared from the void, and then submerged into Houtu's body.

Houtu has now shown the real body of Zuwu: a human body with a snake tail, seven hands on the back, two hands on the chest, holding the flying snake with both hands, almost level with the sky and the earth, exuding a vast vicissitudes of antiquity.

After Houtu's body merged with those dao patterns, although the rays of light emitted were billions of feet, the body gradually became blurred.

After the sea of ​​blood churned, a black vortex appeared, and this vortex continued to enlarge until it occupied half of the Nether Blood Sea.

Patriarch Styx saw his heart dripping with blood, this ghost blood sea is closely related to him.

Now it has been reduced by half. Although it did not directly affect his cultivation, it greatly suppressed his life-saving ability.

"Background!"

The rest of the ancestral witches shouted loudly, wanting to save Houtu, but a huge and sacred force pushed them away, and even Di Jiang, who was at the peak of the quasi-sage, couldn't affect him. After the soil.

Seeing Houtu's empty eyes, the rest of the Zuwu's hearts sank, and they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Although Hou Tu declared to all spirits in the prehistoric world that he voluntarily used his body to reincarnate because he felt pity for the unjust souls of the prehistoric desolate and had nowhere to rest, but the Twelve Patriarchal Witches didn't need to think about it to know that this was definitely not Hou Tu's original intention.

Even though Houtu is indeed the most peaceful among the ancestral witches, she also knows the tense situation in the prehistoric world.

Not long ago, they had made a big fuss in Dijun's Heavenly Marriage together. The Lich War was imminent, and the formation of Dutian Shensha was their biggest reliance against the Demon Court.

If the latter is reincarnated, the biggest reliance of the witch clan against the demon court will disappear like this.

Facing Dijun and Donghuang, two quasi-sages at the pinnacle of the realm, and Zhou Tianxing of the Demon Court, I am afraid that the Wu Clan will be very passive by then.

No matter how kind-hearted Hou Tu is, it is impossible for the rest of the ancestor witches and hundreds of millions of clansmen to face the crisis of extinction for the sake of the so-called resentful spirits of the wilderness.

And judging from Houtu's current strange state, he was obviously bewitched.

Although Lei Hong also wanted to come to the Nether Blood Sea to witness this scene, but his current cultivation was at a very critical juncture and he couldn't get out of the test.

But even so, Lei Hong guessed in his mind the reason why Houtu is now incarnated in the six realms of reincarnation.

In the memory of his previous life, the Wu Clan and the Yao Clan followed the "script" of the way of heaven, and in the end both lost, and they withdrew from the prehistoric stage together.

But now because of his appearance, the witch clan is gradually breaking away from the script formulated by Tiandao, and its strength is gradually becoming stronger. When Emperor Juntian got married, it was even more oppressive to the demon court.

In order to weaken the strength of the witch clan, Tiandao then guided Hou Tuzu to reincarnate as a witch. In this way, the strength of the two clans of Lich was balanced.

Lei Hong reckoned that if they hadn't made a big disturbance in the demon court and attracted the attention of the heavens, it might not be that early for the empress to reincarnate.

The ancestor of Houtu turned into a witch in reincarnation and gained great merits and virtues. Houtu became a saint of the Dao. It seemed fair, but in Lei Hong's previous life, Houtu had no soul but only a physical body.

The body turns into reincarnation and loses consciousness. Even if the body of a Daoist saint is left behind, it is no different from death.

It's like a billionaire who owns billions of dollars. No matter how much wealth there is, what's the use if the people are gone?It's all false.

Tiandao's move seemed fair and fair, but it was actually an extremely sinister move, which really made Lei Hong feel creepy.

"The way of heaven... the way of heaven..."

Lei Hong couldn't help sighing in his heart, feeling more and more that it was a wise decision for him not to refine the merits of heaven.

Once controlled by the way of heaven, life and death really depend on the will of heaven.

But fortunately, with the memory of his previous life, he had already guarded against Tiandao's move, and bestowed it on Houtu Yuanshen.

In the sky above the Nether Blood Sea, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were extremely anxious. They tried various methods, but they were of no use at all. They could only watch helplessly as Houtu's body gradually disintegrated into six huge whirlpools.

These six huge vortexes are the six reincarnations of heaven and humanity, human beings, animals, asuras, hungry ghosts, and hells. Which vortex a living soul enters will be reincarnated into which kind of creature.

In the end, the six samsara disks merged with the black hole that appeared in the Nether Blood Sea, and Houtu Zuwu's real body, which was almost at the same level as the heaven and earth, completely disappeared without a trace.

In the black hole, a huge wheel appeared, and hundreds of millions of reincarnation patterns filled it, generating a huge and unparalleled suction force, and the surrounding ghosts were sucked into it in an instant.

Not only that, but the power of reincarnation emanating from the vortex soon spread throughout the entire prehistoric world.

Those ghosts wandering in the prehistoric world were summoned by inexplicable powers and flew towards the Nether Blood Sea.

The six reincarnations have been completed. At this time, the prehistoric sky has become translucent, and endless rays of light are emitted, stretching for billions of feet.

Brilliant golden lotuses lingered around the auspicious clouds, and the sound of a rumbling sound resounded immediately between the heaven and the earth, and the 33rd heaven even rained golden flowers.

All the spirits in the prehistoric world saluted sincerely in the direction of the Nether Blood Sea, and shouted: "The Empress Houtu is merciful!"

"Hahaha!"

Just when the prehistoric spirits were shouting, and the prehistoric powers were secretly admiring Hou Tu's behavior of sacrificing himself as a sentient being, Di Jun and Kunpeng laughed unabashedly.

He didn't even have any jealousy or envy for the merits that were about to fall.

Loud laughter echoed throughout the demon court, Di Jun and Kunpeng were a little bit disregarding their identities.

It's not that their minds are not firm, but that they have been suppressed by the Wu Clan for too long, and they are too aggrieved.

The son of Kunpeng was killed by Lei Hong, the emperor was handsome and majestic as a demon emperor, but Tianyan was messed up by the witch clan, and his face was disgraced.

What they were most afraid of before was that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would join forces to mobilize the Great Formation of Dutian Shensha, which was powerful enough to summon Pangu's real body.

But now, after reincarnation, the biggest reliance of the Wu Clan is gone, and their strength has plummeted instantly.

"All the soldiers of the monster clan are ready. When the monster emperor leaves the customs, regardless of whether he proves the Tao successfully or not, he will immediately follow the emperor to attack Buzhou Mountain, wipe out the witch clan, and dominate the prehistoric world!"

Di Jun's high-spirited voice spread throughout the demon court.

"Follow the imperial decree of the demon emperor, kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hundreds of millions of monsters shouted at the same time, their voices shook 33 heavens.

At the same time, a large mass of thick clouds floated from high above the sky, covering hundreds of millions of acres. The golden light was shining brightly, exuding a holy atmosphere, and the light suppressed the noon sun.

Seeing such a large number of auspicious clouds of merit and virtue, the great power in the prehistoric world couldn't help but click his tongue secretly, envious to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)