Chapter 116: Shura Appears, Netherworld Appears (Part 3)

Deep in the sea of ​​blood, the Taoist of Minghe looked closely at the wronged souls struggling in front of him.

In recent days, some wronged souls have often appeared in the sea of ​​blood. Among these wronged souls, there are human beings, demons, scattered immortals... all kinds of races. They don't know why, as if a mysterious force has drawn them here.

The wronged ghosts and evil spirits were overjoyed when they saw the sea of ​​blood, because the breath emanating from the sea of ​​blood made them feel very kind, which aroused their inner desire, which was a subconscious desire for the embrace of their mother.

So, these souls who had been wandering for a long time and whose consciousness had gradually blurred came to the sea of ​​blood in a daze, and when they saw the sea of ​​blood that was like a family, they threw themselves into it without hesitation.

If Minghe saw these souls at ordinary times, he would feel very impatient, because these wronged souls were too noisy in the sea of ​​blood, but when he saw them today, Minghe felt that he seemed to have found a new direction.

Deep in his heart, he had a feeling that with these wronged souls, he could create a new race.

Do it as soon as you think of it. Just like that, the Taoist of Minghe devoted himself to the study of wronged souls.

After an unknown amount of time, the enlightenment in Minghe's eyes gradually increased. He sat cross-legged on the twelfth-grade karmic fire red lotus, holding a ball of blood essence in his hand, which was the blood essence refined in the sea of ​​blood.

He grabbed a soul from somewhere in his hand, pinched the magic formula with his hand, pointed a finger at the soul, and injected a stream of blood essence into the soul. Then he used his understanding of the way of creation to create a new soul. Surrounded by the rhyme of Tao, under the influence of the way of creation of Minghe, the soul seemed to slowly turn from the illusion into reality and condensed into a physical body.

At the same time, Minghe, relying on his understanding of the way of blood killing, also infused a lot of murderous nature into this new soul, so that once it was born, it could kill for him non-stop!

It took 9981 days for Minghe to create the first living being. At the moment when the creature was created, the netherworld blood sea was enveloped by an endless rhyme of Taoism, and the sound of the Heavenly Dao soared into the sky!

The blood sea rolled, the waves roared, and the light of creation penetrated the sky and the earth. When the first creature created by the Styx appeared in the prehistoric world, the Heavenly Dao felt it, and thunder roared. Above the nine heavens, the wind and clouds rolled back, and boundless merits condensed above the blood sea.

"Boom boom..."

In the depths of the blood sea, such a big movement and such a big merit condensed immediately alarmed the prehistoric world and were noticed by countless powerful people. A large number of masters' divine thoughts crossed the sky, broke through the earth, and came to the depths of the blood sea to explore the truth.

"What is the Styx doing? Is it creating some great magical power? No! Hiss! That's... that's not the demon race, nor the human race, nor the witch race, let alone any creature in the prehistoric world! This... could it be that this Taoist of the Styx is imitating Nuwa and wants to create a new race, so he has so many merits?"

"The merits from heaven show that this matter is in accordance with heaven and cannot be stopped, otherwise it will be punished by heaven... Could it be that the Styx wants to imitate Nuwa and create a new race to become a saint?! Hiss! This... this is impossible!"

After finding out the purpose of the Styx, the faces of countless great magical powers changed wildly. If the Styx really became a saint through this, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Greetings, ancestor! Thank you for the grace of the ancestor's creation!"

The first creature created by the Styx had a terrifying killing intent in his eyes, as if he could kill all the enemies in the world. Only when facing the Styx did he show awe.

Minghe glanced at him indifferently. This creature was not a congenital Taoist body, and its strength was only about that of a human immortal, but they could practice.

No longer paying attention to other things, Minghe seemed to have found the direction, and he continued to create creatures.

Slowly, the years passed, and hundreds of years passed. Above the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Tao rhyme lingered, the mysterious light of creation shone, reaching the sky and the earth, becoming more and more grand and ethereal, covering the entire blood sea.

As one creature after another was created, endless merits gathered above the blood sea, condensing into a majestic momentum, making more and more prehistoric powers jealous!

These creatures created by Minghe have different forms. The male faces are extremely hideous and ugly, some have eight arms, some have wings on their ribs, some wear leather armor, and some have fangs... The females are beautiful and graceful!

The closer to the end, the higher the cultivation of these creatures, and in the end they can be compared to celestial beings. These cultivations may not be considered anything in the prehistoric world, and are extremely insignificant, but don't forget that this is a race that the Styx has just created, and they have extraordinary potential. They can continue to improve their cultivation in the future. The most important thing is that they have a bloodthirsty nature deep in their souls. They love killing, as if they were born for killing, and they are comparable to the Tribulation Demon of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Demon Lord.

"This... How is this possible? The creatures created by the Styx are getting stronger and stronger. There will be another top force in the prehistoric world."

The great masters were shocked. In the past, the Styx was just a lone man. Although he had a strong cultivation and countless blood gods, it was nothing. But now there is a race behind him. If he establishes a force, it will be the top force in the prehistoric world.

"Greetings, ancestor!"

Countless creatures knelt down in front of the Styx. In the depths of their memories, it was the Styx that created them, and their blood came from the Styx.

Minghe closed his eyes and remained silent, as if he was comprehending something. The Dao rhyme flowed around him, and the sea of ​​blood boiled. After a long time, he opened his eyes, looked at the race he created, and said to the one with the highest cultivation:

"From now on, you are the Asura King, and I will give you the name... Emperor Shitian!"

"Thank you for the name, ancestor. I am Emperor Shitian! Roar!" Emperor Shitian bowed respectfully to Minghe, then knelt on the ground and roared to the sky, with a fighting spirit on his body, and a murderous aura that shocked the world!

"God is above, I, Minghe, have created a race today. This race is warlike and bloodthirsty, and is called... Asura!" Minghe ignored others, but looked up to the sky and spoke loudly.

"Roar! Asura! Asura!..."

Countless Asuras roared to the sky, and the roars were continuous, making the sky change color and the wind and clouds roll back!

Above the nine heavens, countless merits gathered and fell down in an instant until they fell on Minghe. Minghe stepped on the twelfth-grade red lotus, raised his head to the sky, his blood-red hair fluttered, his clothes fluttered, and an invisible might rose to the sky and spread to the entire blood sea.

His whole body's momentum surged at this moment, spreading in the depths of the blood sea, destroying the sky, his realm was infinitely elevated, and he instantly broke through the middle stage of the quasi-saint, cut off his own corpse, became the late stage of the quasi-saint, and finally slowly stopped at the peak of the late stage.

Minghe did not stop, and continued to look up to the sky and shouted loudly:

"I, the blood sea Minghe, today use the blood sea as my domain, Asura as my people, and use the twelfth-grade red lotus to suppress my destiny and establish the Netherworld Religion! Asura, fight the sky, fight the earth, fight people, fight immortals, fight Buddha, fight gods, fight demons, kill the sky, kill the earth, kill people, kill gods, kill immortals, kill Buddha, kill demons, kill saints! There is nothing in the world that I don't kill! Kill! Kill! Kill..."