Chapter 62: Hou Tu Sacrifices Herself to Become Reincarnated——

Following the curiosity in her heart, Hou Tu restrained her breath and dived into the sea of ​​blood.

Along the way, Hou Tu also saw countless Shura people in the sea of ​​blood.

As for the fact that all male Shuras have green faces and fangs, and are grotesque, while female Shuras are graceful and charming, Hou Tu did not comment on it.

After all, this Shura clan was created by the Styx Patriarch.

What kind of image it is is the Styx Patriarch's business.

But in the future, Hou Tu will look at the Styx, the quasi-saint, with a lot of strange eyes.

Along the way, she gradually got to know the Shura clan.

Perhaps because this race has never been out of the sea of ​​blood, the mentality of the entire race is very...pure!

Male Shuras are brave and aggressive, and every day they are either fighting or on the way to fight.

Female Shuras are beautiful, and they will instinctively use the charm technique inadvertently. More than 80% of the battles of male Shuras are because of female Shuras.

If it were just like this, it would be nothing.

There are so many aggressive races in the prehistoric world. Let’s not talk about others. From the ancestors to the great witches, all the witches are aggressive and brave.

But when the Shura clan fights, they really kill each other.

Even if it is a fight between friends, even a small conflict, it is very likely to turn into a life-and-death battle.

But once the battle is over, no matter whether it is a victory or a defeat, or a life-and-death battle.

Both sides will stop fighting at the same time, and the fierceness of the previous battle can hardly be seen at all.

And the kind that is a life-and-death battle will protect the soul of the dead from being hurt by the blood sea water, and then return to the blood sea.

This made Hou Tu very puzzled.

"The reason should be there..." Hou Tu's eyes couldn't help but look at the bottom of the blood sea, the bottom of the blood sea that looked like an abyss.

Hou Tu showed a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

The blood sea was extremely vast. As an ancestor witch, she concealed her breath and sneaked into the blood sea. Even the ancestor of the Styx, who was the master of the blood sea, could not find her without careful investigation.

But...

If she wanted to go to some important places in the blood sea, it was inevitable that she would be discovered.

After a slight hesitation, Hou Tu's curiosity overwhelmed this worry.

Although she was tired of war, after tens of millions of battles, Hou Tu had already unconsciously contained the dominance of the witch clan as a dominant force in her bones.

Hou Tu herself was aware of this, but she did not care.

As an ancestor witch and a descendant of the father god Pangu, what was wrong with her being a little domineering? What's more, the prehistoric world was originally a place where the weak were preyed on by the strong.

Thinking of this, Hou Tu no longer hesitated, turned around, and swam downwards.

The blood sea was deep, and Hou Tu herself practiced the great way of earth, and was not good at water. It took her several days to gradually approach the blood sea.

When Hou Tu arrived at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

"This is..."

What appeared in front of Hou Tu was not the scarlet blood sea water along the way, but a dark and filthy black pool like mud.

Countless residual souls struggled and howled in this "quagmire", as if endless evil ghosts were struggling to descend on the earth.

Hou Tu's eyes passed through the filthy quagmire.

She saw that there were countless times more residual souls than the top of the quagmire, deeply trapped in the mud and motionless.

Those were the residual souls whose last remaining will and consciousness were wiped out by the sea of ​​blood.

Even the eyesight of the future Tu Zu Wu could not see how many residual souls were in the quagmire for a while.

Even the vast and filthy "quagmire".

It was clear that they had been sinking in the sea of ​​blood for an unknown number of years, and even their souls were completely wiped out, and finally merged into the water of the sea of ​​blood.

"Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, if you are not in the Wu Clan, how can you have time to come to this poor Netherworld Blood Sea?"

The figure of the old ancestor Minghe condensed and took shape not far in front of Hou Tu, and he asked softly after bowing.

"Hello, fellow Daoist Minghe."

Hou Tu returned the greeting with the handkerchief in his hand.

"It's just that I am a little bored sitting in the clan all year round, so I wandered around in the prehistoric world and came to the Netherworld Blood Sea by accident."

For a quasi-saint, especially a quasi-saint who killed two corpses, Hou Tu did not dare to be negligent.

"Unintentionally...Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, this is not a place you can come to by accident!" Minghe said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, I wonder why there are these residual souls here..." Hou Tu did not answer, but pointed to the 'black pool' below and couldn't help asking.

"Here? This is just a very yin place in the prehistoric world. Most of the yin energy in the prehistoric world will gather here."

"As for those residual souls, they are just the residual souls of the fallen creatures in the prehistoric world that came with the yin energy."

Minghe had no intention of hiding anything.

This is not a secret in the prehistoric world. If Houtu investigates a little, she will soon understand.

"The residual souls of the fallen creatures in the prehistoric world!"

Houtu was a little dazed, looking at the endless residual souls below, a deep sadness emerged in her eyes.

At this time, not to mention all the creatures in the prehistoric world, but nine out of ten of them can be related to the war between witches and liches.

Here...

How many residual souls appeared here because of the witch clan.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu?" Minghe, who was standing aside, looked at Houtu with endless sadness in his eyes and couldn't help wondering.

After the death of the Wu Clan, the soul returns to heaven and earth, no, according to the Wu Clan, it returns to Pangu.

Although there are many remnant souls here, there are no shamans among them, so why is Houtu so sad.

"Fellow Taoist Styx, can this endless remnant soul only sink endlessly here and eventually turn into silt?"

Hou Tu endured the endless sadness in her heart and said, for some reason, she suddenly wanted to do something for these remnant souls.

"Of course not!" Ming He looked at Hou Tu strangely, shook his head and said.

"In the early days, these remnant souls were attracted here and could only sink here. In order not to let the 'silt' below pollute the sea of ​​blood, Pindao would clean it up regularly."

"But later, Pindao created the Shura clan from the sea of ​​blood. The Shura clan was created by Pindao using the endless remnant souls and the water of the sea of ​​blood."

Styx said, with a look of satisfaction on his face. The creation of the Shura clan is definitely something Styx is proud of.

In the prehistoric times, Nuwa created humans and became saints.

An extremely large number of great powers have thought about creating a race, but for countless years, only he, Styx, has been able to successfully create a new race.

and...

The endless merits of the Shura clan for countless years have also benefited Styx a lot.

"Created from the endless remnant souls and the water of the sea of ​​blood?"

Hou Tu was startled and looked at the River Styx in front of him. He didn't know what was going on, and a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

Somehow, Hou Tu suddenly said something.

"I wonder if Hou Tu can see how Fellow Daoist Minghe created the Shura clan."

Styx hesitated slightly, considering the power of the Witch Clan... not good at the art of creation.

Moreover, even if the Wu Clan creates a new race based on the Shura Clan, it will not be harmful to him. On the contrary, it will be a favor for him to sell the Wu Clan to the Queen.

Thinking of this, Ancestor Styx agreed.

"No problem, it's almost time for Pindao to clean up these remnant souls. Since fellow Taoist disciples are interested, let's take a look together!"

As he spoke, Styx's strong magic power, which killed two corpses in one body, was activated, and the originally calm depths of the blood sea suddenly became turbulent.

The black pool below was directly disrupted by the turbulent sea of ​​blood.

Even though the dark quagmire is wide, it is still extremely small compared to the vast sea of ​​blood.

As the blood sea stirred, the pitch-black quagmire, the endless remnant souls, and the water of the blood sea were entangled with each other.

The water of the sea of ​​​​blood envelops at least three or two remnant souls, or even wraps thousands of remnant souls and floats in the sea of ​​​​blood.

Then, under Hou Tu's surprised gaze, the remnant soul in the sea of ​​blood was actually absorbing the surrounding 'black mud' and gradually merging with it.

From three to two to thousands of remnant souls, they merged together and turned into a complete soul, and then the water of the sea of ​​blood poured into the soul.

Gradually, it condensed into a body according to the shape of this soul.

Soon, hundreds of millions of Shura appeared in front of Hou Tu.

Then Hou Tu finally understood why the male Shuras were all weird, while the female Shuras were graceful and charming.

"Greetings to God the Father!"

In the billions of years, the Shura clan has been created countless times, and Styx has long improved the means of creation.

After the creation of these hundreds of millions of Shura clan, they did not need Styx to develop their spiritual wisdom, and all of them bowed to Styx.

Hou Tu looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes a little blurred.

The figure of a majestic giant seemed to appear before her eyes.

As Houtu, who had used the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to summon this giant countless times, he recognized this giant at a glance.

But it's different from the god-like, demon-like, powerful 'Pangu' real body that they summon every time.

This majestic Pangu looks so peaceful, standing between heaven and earth.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at her, and they seemed to be looking at the ancient world, full of love.

"Father God..."

Hou Tu couldn't help but murmured.

Under Pangu's gaze, she suddenly realized her mission.

"Reincarnation——"

Hou Tu's eyes were extremely clear, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a mysterious 'power' emerged in his body.

That 'power' spread throughout Houtu's body, filling Houtu's entire body in just an instant.

For the first time in his life, Hou Tu clearly felt the complete avenue of earth in Zu Wu's body.

Feel the vastness of the complete earth road, feel the earth that contains everything and carries everything.

Hou Tu's understanding of the great path of earth was increasing at a terrifying speed.

The complete Dao of Earth combines Hou Tu’s fragmented insights into the application of Dao of Earth over the past tens of thousands of yuan.

Almost instantly, Hou Tu had all the mysteries of the Earth Road reflected in his heart.

The avenue of earth that was originally slowly integrated with the body of the ancestral witch was also integrated into Hou Tu's body at this moment!

Quasi-sage perfection!

Opening his eyes and feeling the perfect quasi-sage realm within his body, Houtu couldn't help but laugh at himself.

It is clear that the blood in the body contains the complete Dao, but because he does not cultivate his soul and does not understand the Dao, he cannot use it.

He can only rely on his innate magical power to instinctively activate this avenue and let it slowly integrate into his body.

"Sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it... must be talking about our ancestral witches!"

"No, this may be Father God's punishment for our witch clan!" Houtu muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Fellow Taoist Houtu! You, you..." Minghe looked at Houtu from the side, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Although the ancestor witches did not practice the method of beheading three corpses.

But the twelve ancestor witches, whether in terms of cultivation or Taoism, are equivalent to the cultivation of the middle stage of the quasi-saint who has beheaded two corpses.

After all, the ancestor witches of the witch clan and the demon clan have fought for tens of thousands of years, which is no secret in the prehistoric world.

Moreover, although the cultivation method of the twelve ancestor witches does not have a bottleneck like the method of beheading three corpses, it is notoriously slow.

But what did he see?

Quasi-saint perfection?

Just by watching the scene of him creating the Shura clan, Hou Tu went from the cultivation equivalent to the middle stage of the quasi-saint to the perfection of the quasi-saint.

"I..."

Looking at the billions of Shuras in the sea of ​​blood, Minghe looked at Hou Tu, and then looked at himself.

Suddenly a sense of inferiority surged in his heart!

He is not worthy of being the father god of this Shura clan!

Looking at the low pressure of Minghe, Hou Tu could naturally guess why Minghe was like this, and whispered to persuade him.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, there is no need to be so. Hou Tu's cultivation is just the legacy of the Father God, and there will not be a second special case."

Minghe glanced at Hou Tu and remained silent.

Father God's legacy?

My blood sea is also transformed by Pangu God! 1

I also want such a Father God!

Minghe suppressed the envy in his heart and said: "Congratulations to fellow Daoist Hou Tu for being the first quasi-saint in the prehistoric world. It is just around the corner to achieve the unity of the Tao and become a saint."

"Unite the Tao and become a saint."

Hou Tu shook his head slightly, a smile appeared on his face and said: "Fellow Daoist Minghe demonstrated the creation of Shura for Hou Tu, which made Hou Tu enlightened."

"Today Hou Tu will give fellow Daoist Minghe a great gift."

As he said, Hou Tu did not wait for Minghe to react, and his body shook, and he directly showed his true appearance.

A tall giant with a human body and a snake tail, seven hands behind his back, two hands in front of his body, and holding Teng Snake in both hands slowly rose from the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"Once kindness arises, the six paths begin to take shape, merit descends from heaven, Hou Tu is no longer a witch, the whole clan can survive in the thousands of miles of Yinshan, and when the wilderness is broken, blessings will bless the next generation."

"Now there is Hou Tu, who will make up for the reincarnation with his own body!"