The Ancestor of the Styx is a famous figure on the prehistoric land, and is also a famous turtle shell on the prehistoric land. This person bullies the weak and is as timid as a mouse. Almost everyone has affected the great disasters of the prehistoric world, but he has not affected him. However, his blood god son is indeed powerful. As long as he does not leak into the sea of ​​blood, almost no one can kill him.

Legend has it that the two swords of the Styx, Abi, and the original picture, are extremely domineering. There are countless sons of the divine blood divine in the sea of ​​blood. As long as the sea of ​​blood is not destroyed, the Styx will last forever. Back then, the Styx fought against the Styx until his mother didn't know him, but he was still alive. Since then, he has created the Asura clan and formed his own lineage. He must be considered a character. Being able to survive in this prehistoric land is a skill.

Zhuge Qingqing felt a trembling heart when she heard the wild laughter in the sea of ​​blood. She grabbed Chen Yuyang with a trembling eyes. Chen Yuyang laughed and scolded: "Qingqing, what are you afraid of? That guy is just a small character. Now the ancient world cannot even hurt you, let alone an ant who has not become a saint!"

I have never been able to become a saint, which is the biggest scar of the Styx. However, when someone stabbed the wound, the Styx still did not get angry. I just laughed loudly and said, "Young man, can you criticize me? I have been in the Styx for 120 million years. Humph, who said that the Ancestor cannot become a saint! As long as the Ancestor creates his own clan, the merits of the Heavenly Dao can still become a saint!"

Chen Yuyang frowned and said with a moment of stuttering: "Asura clan?"

The voice of the River Styx sounded again in the sea of ​​blood, and kept twitching: "Well, it's not bad, I didn't expect you to have some writing skills? Asura, Asura, there is Shura in the six realms but no Shura clan. Now I have created the Asura clan to use the full heavenly way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-colored figure stood on the sea of ​​blood, and stroked his beard in a lewd manner and said, "Junior, for the sake of your words, I will not care about you. Go, but the woman around you wants to stay, and the ancestor will use her appearance to create a clan member!"

Chen Yuyang looked at the little old man with two swords stuck between his waist and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Damn, do you think you are so powerful? Why are you playing with the Four Gu Sword? Be careful that I will chop you alive!"

But what surprised Chen Yuyang even more was why the Styx was at the peak of the Golden Immortal cultivation of the Daluo River. According to records, Styx was sitting down and listening to the Tao, at least he was a quasi-saint cultivation. Why, why? Styx didn’t know what Chen Yuyang was thinking. He only knew that Chen Yuyang was rude to him, so he said angrily: "The ancestor is in a good mood today and doesn’t want to kill people. Get out quickly, otherwise, the ancestor will train you to become a blood god son."

Seeing the tug of swords in the Styx, Chen Yuyang was still not panicked, but just looked at the Styx with curiosity: "Why are you practicing the Great Luo Jinxian?"

This sentence made Styx stunned. In the prehistoric world, the cultivation level is strictly divided. The monsters who have just passed the heavenly tribulation or transformation are usually the cultivation level of the earth immortal, then the heavenly immortal, then the Xuanxian, and there are the Nine Heavenly Xuanxian and Taiyi Xuanxian, then the Golden Immortal, and then the Golden Immortal. There are the Taiyi Golden Immortal above the Golden Immortal, and finally the Daluo Golden Immortal. The peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal is called the quasi-saint.

Break through the quasi-saint, that is, the realm of Daluo Jinxian, that is, the so-called saint. Above the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, there is also Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian, which is usually called Hongjun realm. Chen Yuyang has now found the realm of Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian, and can be said to be an existence standing at the peak of the saint. Naturally, he can see the cultivation level of the Styx at a glance.

Styx was greatly surprised and unconsciously stepped back two steps: "Junior, who is the holy spirit you are? In the vast land, the Taoist ancestor has never seen you even when he opened the door to preach. Who are you? Why can you see through the cultivation level of the ancestor?"

Chen Yuyang looked at the Styx with his eyes narrowed, and was puzzled. Suddenly, his mind moved and asked, "How many times have Hongjun Daozu preached?"

There are no years in the vast world, so we can only use some big things to record all the concepts of time. The Styx shook and said stuttered: "It has been, twice! You, who are you......"

Chen Yuyang was furious. In his rage, he actually had a slight expression of excitement. He broke through the air and came to the prehistoric world, and time actually changed. Hongjun preached that once every three thousand years, three times in total, only two times now. Then this time should have not yet begun the great catastrophe of the prehistoric world.

He didn't quite understand what his identity should be. According to such historical evolution, the Lich War should not have begun, and those saints have not yet become saints. He still has the chance and still has the opportunity to change history.

But the only thing he couldn't understand was why time became like this. How did he enter such a time and space after breaking through the air? According to the truth, the time he appeared in the prehistoric world should have been after the Lich War, and even the Battle of the Gods had passed. Why?

Chen Yuyang began to slowly fall into a moment of contemplation, but soon he remembered the eight verses of the ancestor Hongjun. Hongwu is also Jun. Hong is the origin of the universe without opening up, and Jun refers to infinite time. Chen Yuyang seemed to have figured out something, and a faint golden light shot out from his eyes.

He began to understand what Hongjun, a mad Taoist in the human world, told him to do things according to his original intention. It turned out that he was referring to this. He returned to the prehistoric world and history could still change. It turned out that all this was shrouded in an invisible hand, but Chen Yuyang didn't know what the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes had and where was the bottom line?

Thinking of the two boring conversations between me and Chen Luohe, it seemed that at that time, my father knew something. He patted his shoulder earnestly and said, "If you can change what you can change after you go back, don't change what you can't change, do you understand?"

At that time, Chen Yuyang only regarded it as a joke, but now it seems that it is not the case, but contains endless profound meanings. He frowned and stood on the sea of ​​blood for a long time. Chen Yuyang kept thinking in his mind, from the first time he met Hongjun to everything that happened over the years.

Slowly, these things were like slides transitioning in his mind. He stared at the Hongmeng Bell in his hand again. He was stunned again and confused and said, "Who am I, who am I, the tenth prince of Jinwu, Lu Yadaozun, Chen Yuyang, who am I, who am I?"

For a moment, he seemed to have lost his identity. He didn't understand what kind of character he should appear in the prehistoric land. Losing his identity is indeed a terrible thing. It seems that everything is no longer under his control, and he doesn't like this feeling.

Suddenly, two rays of light flashed, and the tenth prince of the Golden Crow, wearing a nine-dragon robe, appeared on the sea of ​​blood at the same time, which made the ancestor of the Styx feel scared. One body immediately ran into the sea of ​​blood, trembling all over.

Chen Yuyang looked at the Tenth Prince of Jinwu, looked at Lu Ya, looked at their playful smiles, and said in confusion: "You know, you must all know, tell me why?"
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