"This place is the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is transformed by the dirty blood after the body of Pangu Father God died. It is the most filthy place in the entire prehistoric world. The hostility, resentment, and death energy in the world gather here."

It stands hanging above the sea of ​​blood in the air, overlooking the vast sea of ​​blood. This sea of ​​blood is countless thousands of miles away. Even with the cultivation of Qingyang and the twelve ancestor witches, the end of the sea of ​​blood cannot be seen.

It is said that the Netherworld Blood Sea is extremely terrifying. The water of the Blood Sea erodes all things. There was a monk in the Golden Immortal Realm who accidentally fell into the Netherworld Blood Sea and turned into a pool of blood in a moment.

"Are they the Thirteen Ancestor Witches? Are they here to seek revenge?"

When Qingyang and others descended on the Netherworld Blood Sea, the ancestor of the Styx, who was dormant in the deepest part of the Netherworld Blood Sea, immediately felt something.

As for Qingyang's promotion to the bloodline of the ancestor witch and becoming the thirteenth ancestor witch of the witch clan, it has spread throughout the prehistoric world, and it is not surprising that the ancestor of the Styx knew about it.

The face of the ancestor of the Styx changed again and again. After all, when he was fighting for the Hongmeng purple aura that day, he had secretly attacked Qingyang. At this moment, he only thought that the witch clan was here to seek revenge, otherwise why did he come to his Netherworld Blood Sea?

"I wonder what the witch fellows, what is the matter when I come to my blood sea?"

The ancestor of the Styx rushed out of the sea of ​​blood and stood opposite Qingyang and others. He was wearing a blood-colored red robe, carrying two swords that emitted endless evil spirits. At this moment, he was looking at Qingyang and others with great vigilance.

"Of course I'm here to send fellow Taoists a great fortune!"

A trace of coldness flashed in Qingyang's eyes. He had always remembered the incident of the Styx's attack on him that day.

However, the Styx claimed that the sea of ​​blood will not wither, and the River of Styx will not die. It has 480 million blood god sons. It is too difficult to kill him, unless the entire sea of ​​blood will be destroyed together!

""

The ancestor of the Styx frowned, and naturally he would not believe that Qingyang would kindly give him a fortune.

"After the dead beings die, the souls have no place to rest, so I want to establish a place to live and live here to free my enemies from suffering, and hope that fellow Taoists of the Styx will do it for their convenience."

Houtu is polite and generous.

"Don't bully people too much. Do you really think that I'm a Styx can bully?"

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Ancestor of the Styx. The Witch Clan is trying to touch the Netherworld Blood Sea. As the Lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, how could the Ancestor of the Styx agree?

"Fellow Daoist claims that the sea of ​​blood will not wither and the River Styx will not die, but what if we destroy the Netherworld Blood Sea?"

The Netherworld Blood Sea is vast and infinite, but it does not necessarily mean that it cannot be destroyed. If Pangu's true body is condensed, and Zhurong's ancestor witch's rule of controlling fire, it may not necessarily be able to evaporate the blood sea, but it will only take a long time.

"Okay, okay, today I will admit the planting of the Styx"

The ancestor of the Styx was furious, but he could only endure the anger in his heart. The Witch Clan was determined to get involved in the Netherworld Blood Sea. He was alone and had no power to resist.

"Brothers, please back!"

After the ancestor of the Styx retreated, Houtu took a deep breath and headed towards the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

"The way of heaven is above. Now Pangu's Houtu feels that the world is incomplete and sentient beings have no place to return after death. I am willing to evolve the six realms of reincarnation with myself and use the number of the way of heaven to be the whole."

"From now on, after the death of the prehistoric beings, they can all enter the samsara. However, all living things have different merits and sins. Therefore, there should be six realms, one is heaven, the second is human, the third is Asura, this is the three good paths, and the other is animals, the second is hungry ghost, the third is hell, and this is the three evil paths."

"The sentient beings in the prehistoric world all divide into the six realms of reincarnation based on their own actions during their lifetime. Those who do good will receive good rewards, and those who do evil will receive bad rewards. The six realms of reincarnation will be established!"

Houtu’s voice was not loud, but with the blessing of the heavenly way, it instantly spread throughout every corner of the prehistoric world.

Later, Houtu showed the true body of the ancestor witch. After she made her great wish, the true body of the ancestor witch began to collapse, and her body extended infinitely, from the sea of ​​blood to the nine netherworlds, all of which were penetrated by Houtu's true body, gradually forming a great world.

After the formation of the underworld, six dark holes appeared in the void, which were the six realms of reincarnation.

The six paths of reincarnation appear, and strange phenomena appear in the sky, auspicious clouds, colorful clouds fly, and countless merits fall in the void. The merits are extremely vast, second only to Pangu’s creation of the world.

"Empress, mercy"

Houtu transforms into the cycle of reincarnation, and blessings are all in the vast world. From the saints who are above and to the creatures who have first developed their wisdom, they are all impressed by what Houtu does and bow to the sea of ​​blood. Houtu can also bear the worship of all living beings in the vast world.

The witch clan only cultivates the physical body, not the primordial spirit, and the true body of the ancestor witch in Houtu collapsed and turned into the underworld, so the true spirit naturally cannot be retained.

"boom"

But just as the true spirit of Houtu was about to dissipate, Qingyang took out a ray of Hongmeng purple aura and merged into the true spirit of Houtu.

In an instant, strange phenomena in the world appeared again, bursts of sounds of the great Dao and the sky sounded, the rolling purple air came from the east, and countless golden flowers fell from the sky.

Under the gaze of all living beings in the wilderness, the true spirit of Houtu quickly condensed and escaped from the six realms of reincarnation. Under the influence of infinite merits and Hongmeng purple qi, a primordial spirit that was exactly the same as Houtu was born.

The vast and boundless power swept across the vast land. In addition to the quasi-saint cultivator, even the Daluo Golden Immortal was directly suppressed by this force and kneeled on the ground.

"The cycle of reincarnation has emerged. When the underworld is born, it will be the place where sentient beings will return after death, and the place where reincarnation will be reborn!"

The sound of Houtu resounds in every corner of the prehistoric world.

As Houtu's words fell, a magnificent and huge ancient city shrouded in the gloomy aura brought endless pressure to stir up waves and was born from the underworld.

"The Netherworld, the Eighteen Hells, Standing!"

A majestic checkpoint, the city wall made of bluestone is solemn and simplistic, the dark gate exudes endless death spirit, and the three big words "Ghost Gate" are engraved on the city gate.

After the evolution of the Gate of Hell, buildings such as Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Wangxiangtai, and the eighteen-story hell have evolved successively.

Since then, the Netherworld has been truly perfected.

"The soul of the dead returns to his position!"

Hutu's body rose, and countless dark places in the prehistoric world, the remnants of souls struggling endlessly, with surprise and longing, could not wait to rush towards the newly born underworld.

"Empress Houtu is merciful!"

When all living beings who saw this scene, they also roughly understood the role of the six realms of reincarnation and the underworld.

"Now my witch clan finally has a saint!"

Emperor Jiang Zuwu said with a smile.

"In this way, my witch clan will no longer have to be afraid of the demon clan!"

After Nuwa proved to be a saint, the witch clan was under a lot of pressure. After all, Nuwa was born into a demon clan. Sooner or later, the Lich clans had a battle, and no one could guarantee whether Nuwa would take action.

"Luckily it was successful!"

Seeing Houtu becoming a saint, Qingyang immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Houtu could not become a saint because the witch clan had no soul.
Chapter completed!