Chapter 180: I found a solution!

Speaking of which, when Fei Lian was practicing hard and thinking about how to refine various innate spiritual materials and sacrificed racial spiritual treasures, in the Netherworld Blood Sea separated from the Nine Netherworld Underworld, the Ancestor of the Styx once again summoned a group of Shura and other Shura to gather in the Netherworld Palace.

"I wonder what instructions did the ancestor summoned his disciples and others?"

As the leader of Shura, Mara was the first to ask.

The ancestor of the Styx's face was calm and his eyes were sinister. Since the blood Tai Chi merged into the Shura path of the six realms of reincarnation, the Netherworld Blood Sea became a Dead Sea, and there was no new filthy blood water flowing into the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Although the blood water existing in the Netherworld Blood Sea is extremely huge, it cannot withstand the cultivation needs of the Shura and the Ancestor of the Styx themselves, especially the cultivation consumption of the 480 million blood divine clones of the Ancestor of the Styx, which is even more huge.

In the perception of the Ancestor of the Styx, the blood from the Netherworld Blood Sea was being consumed at a rapid speed. It is probably within dozens of years that the Netherworld Blood Sea would become an empty giant pit.

In such a crisis, the Ancestor of the Styx would not want to come up with a solution. However, without the blood Tai Chi, it would be impossible for the Ancestor of the Styx to restore his previous appearance.

For the sake of this, we can only try our best to use artificial power to attract new blood to the Netherworld Blood Sea and delay the deadline for the Netherworld Blood Sea to dry up.

When he thought of Nuwa's trick to remove firewood from the cauldron, the ancestor of Styx gritted his teeth with hatred. If his strength could compete with Nuwa, with the temper of the ancestor of Styx, he would have been here to kill him long ago.

"You know the situation of the Netherworld Blood Sea. If it is not resolved as soon as possible, I am afraid that even if the Shura clan can reproduce and survive on its own, there will be no place to survive and a foothold."

As soon as the ancestor of the Styx said this, Maru and others nodded silently, with concern on their faces.

The drying of the Netherworld Blood Sea is harmful to them without any benefit. The fusion of blood Tai Chi into Shura Taoism really makes all the Asuras half happy and half sad.

"I don't know what the ancestor can do to solve it, so please give me instructions."

Since the Ancestor Styx has gathered a group of Shura, he must have thought of a solution, and Maru and others have been following the instructions of the Ancestor Styx, and this time is no exception.

"After that, among the Shura clan, except for the Shura in the Golden Immortal Realm, others are not allowed to practice the clone of the Blood God Son to slow down the consumption of the Netherworld Blood Sea."

The Ancestor of the Styx gave a cold order and pondered for a moment. The Ancestor of the Styx said again: "Order all Shuras below the Golden Immortal Realm to send all their blood god clones to the prehistoric continent, especially the place where human races gather together to spread the cultivation method of blood nerves, and at the same time..."

The sinister eyes of the Styx Ancestor revealed a ruthless look. He spoke a vicious plan that shocked Maru and others.

After a moment of silence, Maru and others did not dare to disobey the authority of the Styx, and agreed.

Afterwards, commands passed through various Asuras like rain, and blood cocoons at the bottom of the Netherworld Blood Sea burst out. Then countless blood shadows flew away and headed towards the prehistoric continent.

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Nine Netherworlds, next to the six realms of reincarnation.

Fei Lian sat cross-legged, absorbing the surrounding evil spirits, and circulating the Nine-turn Xuan Gong, slowly increasing his strength.

After thinking for a long time, Fei Lian still couldn't find a way to simply refine innate spiritual materials. If he relies on his existing strength to refine innate spiritual materials like a hill one by one, it would be obviously a stupid thing.

Fei Lian believes that there must be a way to refine innate spiritual materials more easily, but he just didn't find them.

Moreover, Fei Lian was sure that Houtu and Nuwa must also know the simple method. As for why they didn't tell themselves, only God knew.

Helplessly, Fei Lian couldn't find a solution for a while, so he could only explore it slowly by himself, and at the same time, he used the rich Yinsha aura of the Jiuyou Underworld to improve his strength.

"How to refine the innate spiritual materials?"

Fei Lian’s head hurts very much. Whenever he has free time during this period, he can’t help but think of this problem. Unfortunately, the more he thinks, the more he can’t think of a good idea.

"In the refining of materials, ordinary fire is used to melt mortal iron in the secular world, and ordinary monks use three true fires to melt acquired spiritual materials. What about the innate spiritual materials?"

Fei Lian, who had finished his work, tapped his head, frowned tightly, and came to Naihe Bridge without realizing it.

Perhaps it was because he had been living not far from Nuwa during this period, or perhaps it was because of the words of Houtu that worked before and after, Fei Lian is now calmly facing Nuwa and rarely salutes.

"Elm head!"

Looking at Fei Lian who was very distressed, Nuwa smiled, and did not explain Fei Lian's doubts and doubts, and let him think alone.

Nuwa did know how to easily refine innate spiritual materials as Fei Lian expected, but she just didn't tell Fei Lian.

The same is true for Houtu. Originally, Houtu told Fei Lian directly, but unfortunately Nuwa sent a message secretly, so Houtu had to give up and let Fei Lian rack his brains alone.

When he heard Nuwa's words, Fei Lian rolled his eyes weakly and was too lazy to reply. He looked at the Mengpo soup in Nuwa's hand, and smiled faintly, wanting to turn around and leave.

However, as he turned around, Fei Lian suddenly saw the long queue of ghosts that could not be seen at the end, and suddenly felt something in his heart.

A flash of inspiration in his mind, and Fei Lian didn't dare to move. He tried his best to grasp the inspiration in his mind and continued to ponder deeply.

After a while, Fei Lian cheered excitedly, flashed, and returned to the Jiuyou Underworld, picked up a piece of innate spiritual material, and began to try to refine it.

In the middle of his eyebrows, powerful divine thoughts shot out in a flash, sweeping through the entire innate spiritual material. Immediately, Fei Lian silently penetrated the innate spiritual material with his divine thoughts.

"It's done!"

After half a stick of incense, the impurities in Fei Lian's innate spiritual materials were completely removed, leaving only a ball of soft spiritual materials essence.

"Little bad guy is smart!"

As soon as Fei Lian finished his work, Hou Tu hugged Fei Lian's neck from behind, leaned on Fei Lian's back, and praised him with a smile.

"That's it!" Fei Lian agreed directly with a proud look on his face.

When Fei Lian saw those ghosts before, he suddenly thought of his soul, and then he associated his own problem, and he couldn't help but think of using his divine thoughts to refine innate spiritual materials. After trying it, it was indeed the case.

Innate spiritual materials have their own mysteries, and they cannot be refined using general methods.

Fei Lian was so proud that Houtu laughed endlessly. The soft and smooth peaks on his chest pressed against Fei Lian's back, causing Fei Lian's heart to sway.

However, Fei Lian suppressed his thoughts, kissed Houtu, and immediately began to sacrifice his racial spiritual treasures.

It has been a while since I left the prehistoric continent. God knows what happened. Fei Lian wants to go back and take a look earlier, otherwise he will not be able to feel at ease.

Seeing this, Houtu no longer disturbed him, but smiled and headed towards Naihe Bridge.

There, Nuwa was standing there with a look of depression and distress, and her heart was very entangled.

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