After being stuck on the road for a few days, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were disabled. Everyone still took the train, and when they encountered a big blizzard, they were all floating clouds!

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In the void, three people flew rapidly and headed towards the extreme northwest.

"Is this really OK?"

During the flight, Fei Lian asked suspiciously, with a look of staggering expression on his face.

"It should be OK, give it a try!"

Xing Tian was not sure, so he looked at Fei Lian and said, "As long as you don't take action, just avoid it carefully!"

Hearing this, Fei Lian nodded slowly and said helplessly: "I hope no one is causing trouble for me!"

But this hope is obviously a luxury. Once you reach the Netherworld Blood Sea, the three of you will probably be besieged. Even if Xing Tian and Houyi restrained many enemies, there will be some Shura to attack Fei Lian.

If you don’t pay attention, Fei Lian may be exposed.

Looking at Houyi with a calm and indifferent look on his face, Fei Lian rubbed his eyebrows and murmured to himself: "The pressure is really a bit too high to hand over himself to such a free and casual guy!"

I saw that Fei Lian had no powerful aura around him at this time, and there was no fluctuation of magic power inside. Among them, there was a restriction on the sealed aura that Xing Tian and Houyi jointly displayed.

However, the main reason is that Fei Lian was not his true essence at this time, but a clone.

This clone is just formed by magic power, and it is a manifestation of being vulnerable. As long as any Shura touches it gently, Fei Lian will be revealed.

As for Fei Lian's original body, he is now going somewhere and carrying out an extremely difficult task.

The sky was vast and the earth was vast. The three of them didn't know how long they had been flying. Finally, they felt a terrifying blood-like energy filled the world from afar. The sky at the extreme northwest seemed to be stained with blood. It was scarlet.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea, Arrives!"

Standing above the clouds, Fei Lian looked out from afar. But hundreds of feet away, there was a bloody ocean that could not be seen at all. The ocean was filled with the smell of blood. In the waves that were rolled up from time to time, countless unjust souls were wailing.

The cold wind is blowing, the cold wind is sad, and the Netherworld Blood Sea is the place where the filthy blood condensed in the world was born at the beginning of the creation of the world. The evil spirit of the Ancestor of the Styx was born, making this place one of the most dangerous places in the prehistoric world.

Even though Fei Lian looked at the boundless sea of ​​blood from afar, he felt a little scared and afraid in his heart for no reason.

But what followed was extremely excited and excited.

This excitement comes from the blood and reaches the depths of the soul, and cannot be lingered at all.

The Netherworld Blood Sea condenses all the filthy blood in the world, and the blood flows out of any war in the prehistoric continent. In the end, part of the most filthy blood will flow into the Netherworld Blood Sea in a mysterious way.

Moreover, the Netherworld Blood Sea is filled with extremely strong blood evil spirits all year round, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

However, in addition to being of great benefit to the Shura clan, there is another race that is more adaptable to this place, that is, the Witch clan.

As early as when the twelve ancestor witches gathered and the witch clan was in full swing, the twelve ancestor witches deliberately snatched the Netherworld Blood Sea and used it for the witch clan.

It’s a pity that the Netherworld Blood Sea is boundless, and the ancestor of the Styx is known as “the blood sea does not dry out. The Styx is not dead”. His personal strength is particularly powerful in the Netherworld Blood Sea and is not easy to kill.

What's more important is that there are also demons with equally powerful eyes on the side, and it is undoubtedly unwise to fight against the Netherworld Blood Sea and the demons at the same time.

Helplessly, the plan for the Netherworld Blood Sea was delayed again and again until the twelve ancestor witches fell one after another and the witch clan was completely declining and failed to attack the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Of course, there was no progress at all. When Houtu was transformed into reincarnation, the location was chosen to be adjacent to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The implicit meaning inside is that when the witch clan gains power, he can compete for ownership of the Netherworld Blood Sea when he is in power. After all, any battle is bound to be a high-sounding reason. As for whether this reason is just and whether it is morally tenable, it is entirely determined by the winner in the end.

Unfortunately, the rapid decline of the witch clan has left no room for use in this early excuse. To this day, it has been used by the ancestor of the Styx, becoming an excuse for his invasion to compete for the ownership of the Nine Nether Hell.

This result really made Houtu very depressed, and he could only secretly sigh that he was not lucky and was extremely unlucky.

Those who kill people will always kill them, and those who calculate others will always calculate them.

The reason is probably the case.

In any case, today when the witch clan is in decline, the long-planned Ancestor of the Styx finally unfolded his fangs at the Jiuyou Hell, revealing his arrogant ambitions.

Xing Tian and Houyi went straight to the Netherworld Blood Sea and took the initiative to attack, with the purpose of restraining the Ancestor of the Styx to a greater extent and shocking one or two.

In Xing Tian's words: "No one has ever dared to insult the witch clan. All those who dare to do this must pay a heavy price!"

What's more, the ancestor of the Styx this time was bullied by the only ancestral witch left by the Witch Clan so far.

Although this ancestor witch is now a bit unworthy of its name, there is no doubt that in the hearts of all the remaining witch clans, Houtu will always be one of the twelve ancestor witches of that year, and his respect and love for him will never change.

If Houtu had not repeatedly banned the witch clans who had been secluded in Beijuluzhou and were not allowed to leave Beijuluzhou, the remaining witch clans would have been born one after another and fought a death battle with the Shura clan.

Once the witch tribe is fighting, they will not care about anything. They will completely treat death as if they are fearless. The battle will not stop unless the enemy falls.

Go forward bravely, fearlessly, fight the sky and the earth.

Youdao is so arrogant that you are afraid of being stunned, and you are so stunned that you are afraid of being desperate. This is the real terrifying thing about the witch clan.

Each of them had different thoughts, and the three of them finally arrived in front of the Netherworld Blood Sea. Suddenly, blood waves rolled in front of them, and countless blood-colored Shura emerged from the terrifying waves. The men were extremely ugly, and the women were all beautiful and charming.

Of course, there are some alternatives.

He looked at it intently, but saw that the person in the other party was a male Shura in the realm of Golden Immortals. This man was wearing a blood-colored imperial robe, with bright red hair like blood, and a light and elegant look all over his body, which seemed out of place with the blood evil spirits around him.

This person is the king of Shura - Zizai Tianbashi!

What attracted Fei Lian's attention was that his appearance was actually rare and handsome, not as ugly and disgusting as other male Shura.

It turns out that the Shura clan had many innate defects when the ancestor of the Styx was created, everything in the Shura clan was not perfect.

But as his strength improves, the male Shura can still gradually improve himself, making his appearance more and more handsome.

In this way, for the male Shura, just by looking at the ugliness and beauty of his appearance, he can roughly distinguish his strength.

The ugliest the weaker the more beautiful the stronger!

Next to Zizai Tianba, there was a graceful and luxurious beauty. This woman had a slim figure and delicate body. She wore a blood-colored tight robe, which made her concave and convex figure undoubtedly reveal her concave figure.

Moreover, it is not as slutty and charming as other female Shuras. This woman exudes a noble and elegant aura all over her body, just like a mother who is in the world, and cannot be desecrated.

This woman is Wuma, the wife of Zizai Tianbashi, and her strength is also in the realm of the Golden Immortal.

There are several other golden immortals next to the Zizai Tianba Xun and his wife, all of whom are famous figures of the Shura clan, such as Indra, Brahma, Desire Heaven, Shiva...

After roughly counting, the Shura clan actually had more than a dozen golden immortals, and Fei Lian couldn't help but be shocked: "The ancestor of the Styx has been hiding for countless years, and the strength he has cultivated is indeed not to be underestimated."

"Xing Tian, ​​Houyi, you two?"

Zizai Tianba looked at Houyi and Xing Tian, ​​but as for Fei Lian, he ignored him directly.

There are thousands of Shura in the Xuanxian realm in the Shura clan and they look down on them at all, not to mention that Fei Lian still looks like a mortal, without any fluctuations in magic power.

However, Fei Lian was also happy about Mara's ignorance and wished everyone ignored him.

"Talk!"

Before Xing Tian could speak, Houyi said two words lightly, and then he was lazy to tease his messy hair that would never be able to do so.

He smiled and Xing Tian showed two rows of white teeth: "Does he need so many people to deal with you?"

As he spoke, a fierce and powerful evil spirit filled his body with great strength and rushed towards the Shura: "Let me see what courage you trash have to dare to provoke the witch clan!"

"war!!!"

With a loud roar that entered the clouds, Xing Tian swung the Gan Qi divine axe in his hand, and a powerful horse roared out. Then Xing Tian roared into the Shura group, extremely fierce.

Bang bang bang—

Every time the shield in his hand was shot, many Shura who were beyond his reach were photographed into meat paste, and the Gan Qi Divine Axe was like a strong wind, slashing horizontally and vertically. The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves to destroy Shuramen's despair.

"mean!"

But Maru didn't expect Xing Tian to do it and he didn't even have a basic verbal contest before the battle.

But let’s not talk about the witch clan’s personality being straightforward and neat, and don’t like nonsense. Don’t even look at Xing Tian and Houyi, both of them are rash men, but in fact they are as delicate as beautiful as wise as foolish.

The so-called verbal contest before the war is actually to take this opportunity to verbally defeat the other party and give morale encouragement to others on their own.

And our side is just three people, so how can we boost morale? It is not like the other side’s countless Shuras.

With a little concern, Xing Tian took action straightforwardly, too lazy to talk too much with Maru.

The battle between the two sides broke out instantly. When countless people besieged Xing Tian, ​​countless people also attacked Houyi and Fei Lian.

Fei Lian looked at Fei Lian's Taoist techniques and weapons like rain around him, feeling dazzled.

However, what was even more depressed was that Fei Lian strangely discovered that there seemed to be much more Taoist techniques that attacked him than Houyi.

"Does everyone know how to pick persimmons and pinch them?"

Fei Lian wanted to cry without tears, so he could only hope to look at Houyi who was resisting him, and said secretly: "Brother, you must hold on!"!~!

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