The three thousand weak waters were originally the purest and clearest in the world. However, now Chen Yuyang's intention to kill was already aroused, and Hongjun and Yang Mei knew that the three thousand weak waters would soon become the Shura hell. Although he couldn't bear it, he could only smile helplessly and shake his head.

Constantly stroking the long eyebrows on his chest, Yangmei's faint voice was filled with consolation: "Little friend Qingyang, don't get angry. The world is the cycle of cause and effect. The six paths are the cornerstones of the three realms. If there is this disaster, the world will naturally be peaceful for thousands of years in the future. Why should I care about this city and one place?"

Chen Yuyang's eyebrows turned, and snorted, saying, "I naturally know the numerology of heaven. Otherwise, Zhunti and Jie Yinzhao have become two corpses, so how can they be arrogant in the sea of ​​blood?" As he said, Chen Yuyang looked up at Hongjun who did not say a word, and smiled and said, "Old Hongjun, don't worry. As long as they don't go too far, I will naturally not kill them all. I will not embarrass you!"

Hongjun nodded helplessly, still silent.

Who is Hongjun? He is the ancestor of Taoism, a giant in the prehistoric world, and a spokesperson for the way of heaven. In this third era of the prehistoric world, the only one who is qualified to embarrass Hongjun is probably the only one who is absurd. After all, the absurd number of heaven is a variable, and variables sometimes become fixed numbers. Even the old Taoist Yang Mei would not speak in front of Hongjun.

Now Chen Yuyang does have the capital to speak like this. In the chaotic space and space just now, the power of the Reincarnation Eye has absorbed the endless magic power of these two great masters. With such powerful power as his own use, Chen Yuyang is already the real number one person in the prehistoric world. No longer afraid.

While the three giants of the prehistoric world were leisurely in the above-mentioned words of Ruoshuizhi, the battle on the sea of ​​blood continued. Although the billions of blood gods of the River Styx were a little difficult to face the Seven Treasures of the Mother of Zhunti, it was on the sea of ​​blood after all, so it could barely support it.

But the Asura clan under his command was not as lucky as him. Facing Buddhist soldiers who looked like gods of killing, they could only retreat step by step. Originally, the Asura clan was the number one demon clan on the prehistoric land. The golden light of the Western Buddhism was their natural nemesis.

In the case of the same number, the Asura clan cannot be the opponent of Buddhist children. What's more, the number of Buddhist soldiers is more than that of the Asura clan. Since the day the Asura clan was founded, it has been difficult for the Asura clan to reproduce, and the number of people is not large. This is why the Styx and Nuwa both created races, but Nuwa has achieved the achievements of the saints.

As for the same race, although the Asura clan is born with great magic power, it has a fatal flaw, that is, it cannot reproduce like the human race. This also leads to the Asura clan being able to rely on the six realms of reincarnation to avoid being exterminated. Therefore, this battle is not only related to the ownership of the six realms of reincarnation, but also to the future of the Asura clan.

The Styx tried his best to prevent Cundi from crossing the sea of ​​blood.

The battle between Cundi and the Styx became more and more intense. The Seven Treasures Tree and the Buddhist Golden Body were like Bodhi Trees in the world, shining with golden light everywhere and exuding the fragrance of Bodhi everywhere. While making people confused, there was also a power that made people's minds rippling constantly flashing in the air, almost submerging the waves of the entire sea of ​​blood.

The originally dirty sea of ​​blood is now filled with a relaxing fragrance.

"Abi, original picture, open!" The Styx seemed to have used up the last bit of strength in his body, and the blood on the corner of his mouth slowly surged out, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the two magic swords in his hand. Suddenly, the Abi's original picture seemed to feel the trembling of the master's heart, making a whimpering buzzing sound, and the sound was extremely sad.

Zhunti smiled helplessly, looking at the endless creatures fighting desperately on the sea of ​​blood, a rare look of compassion appeared on his face, and the golden light on his body slowly disappeared. The kind and fat face also showed a hint of unbearableness, and said earnestly: "Fellow Taoist Styx, don't struggle to die, you should surrender! I still said the same thing, I will leave the position of the deputy leader of the Western Buddhism to you! How about the Taoist Fellow?"

The kindness that Zhunti suddenly initiated was just a kind of pity and pity in the eyes of Styx. This made Styx, who was already furious, become furious again, spat heavily on Zhunti's face, and said viciously: "Bah, you traitor, don't even think about it. How could this ancestor be so arrogant to stick to the villain who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors like you? Even if I die today, I will not go to the West with you."

After a heavy breath, Zhunti stuck to the seven treasures in his hand and sighed: "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being polite!" However, when the words came to his mouth, Zhunti's face began to look ugly. This ugliness was clearly seen by Styx. Styx couldn't help laughing loudly, and the laughter was endless.

"Why do people who are about to die laugh?" Zhunti said in confusion.

Styx held the original image of Abi and pointed at Zhunti with both hands, and said bluntly: "Children Zhunti, this is the blood sea, the blood sea of ​​the ancestor, and the blood sea of ​​the great god Pangu. Now in this prehistoric world, if you want to kill the ancestor on the blood sea of ​​the ancestor, unless it is the blood sea, the blood sea, and the Asura clan is destroyed." After a pause, Styx sneered: "But Zhunti, do you really dare to take the blame for the world? You must know that if you want to kill this ancestor, you must destroy the blood sea, and you must make a cause and effect with the great god Pangu. When the punishment of the Heavenly Dao thunder arrives, do you really think you are Teacher Hongjun or Master Qingyang?"

"It's so funny, it's so funny ~~~~"

The laughter of the Styx stirred up on the sea of ​​blood, turning the sewage of the blood sea of ​​blood into waves, constantly swallowing the Buddhist disciples on the sea of ​​blood. Styx knew that only when Cunti was in a state of turmoil at this moment could he turn the current situation around. However, Styx was still afraid in his heart, after all, the guidance had never appeared until now.

Soon, Zhunti came to his senses amid the laughter of the Styx and shouted: "Not good!"

Looking at the Buddhist disciples who were destroyed by blood, Zhunti felt as if they were slashed with a knife. You must know that using the Styx to face the Buddhist soldiers on the sea of ​​blood, in a short while, these tens of millions of Buddhist soldiers would be buried in the sea of ​​blood. Zhunti said furiously: "Children of the Styx, you are extremely shameless!"

Styx smiled faintly and said slowly: "Children Zhunti, do you feel good now?"

Zhunti was erect and the seven treasures in his hand trembled, saying, "I want your life!"
Chapter completed!