A sea of blood, no wind and three feet of blood waves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And today, the blood tide of the sea of blood seems to be even more surging.

Crash.. When Houtu's figure descended on the sea of blood, the entire sea of blood was boiling, and the space shook, as if it had become an hourglass, and a rich and pure yin and evil death qi permeated from the void. At this moment, the entire Blood Sea Underworld seemed to be about to collapse and be destroyed.

"Houtu, what are you doing in my blood sea, what have you done?" and in the midst of an angry shout, the Styx Ancestor appeared.

Houtu didn't respond to the meaning of the Styx Ancestor, and didn't even look at him, just silently looked at the dark sky of the underworld in the distance.

Such a reaction undoubtedly annoyed the Styx Ancestor. And just when the Styx Ancestor took out the two divine swords of Ah Bi Yuan Tu and was about to make a move, he saw Li Xiaofeng floating from the sky and landed beside Hou Tu.

"Great Immortal?" Seeing Li Xiaofeng, the Styx Ancestor was slightly stunned, and immediately couldn't help but say, "Great Immortal, are you here with Houtu?

Li Xiaofeng, who made a silent gesture to the Styx Ancestor, said in a voice: "Don't worry! Houtu will not ruin your sea of blood." What she's going to do this time is good for you. This is a certain number of heavens, and it has a far-reaching impact on the flood famine, and no one can change it. ”

"Great Immortal, what are you going to do here?" Styx Ancestor trembled in his heart when he heard this, he who has a quasi-saint cultivation also has some sense of fate, and knows that what will happen next is very unusual, and even has a lot of contact with him.

Between Li Xiaofeng and the Styx Ancestor, Houtu was already flying towards the place where the underworld was located in the distance.

"You'll find out later," Li Xiaofeng, who echoed, flew directly and followed.

Styx Ancestor, who was a little speechless when he heard this, also hurriedly followed.

Soon, Li Xiaofeng and Styx Ancestor followed the earth to the dark void of the underworld.

"Master (Great Immortal)!" On the desolate land of the underworld, Honghua, Jumu Clan, and Wutu Clan all saw Li Xiaofeng in the dark void. Behind them lay the ghosts of many dead Terrans.

Although the aura on Li Xiaofeng, Styx Ancestor, and Houtu had not really been released, those Yin Souls clearly felt the inexplicable coercion emanating from Houtu's body that seemed to act on the depths of their souls.

"The way of heaven is proof, my Wu clan Houtu, the desolate creatures have no support after death, and now I am willing to use my own body to incarnate the six reincarnations, establish the earthly mansion, so that the yin soul can be transcended, reincarnated, and stand!" Houtu's calm and majestic voice slowly sounded, echoing throughout the blood sea underworld.

Airplanes.. The invisible power of the Heavenly Dao descended and enveloped the back soil. Slowly opened his arms and exuded a dazzling light all over his body, raised his head and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had instantly become the embodiment of the mysterious incarnation of the invisible cycle of life and death.

Feeling the majestic and terrifying aura of power, Li Xiaofeng and Styx Ancestor, whose complexions changed, couldn't help but choose to fly back and retreat.

"This... Is this the mystery of the cycle of life and death?" The Styx Ancestor, whose eyes were shining and his face was excited, was instantly immersed in the subtlety of the cycle of life and death.

Li Xiaofeng, who also clearly felt the mystery of the cycle of life and death, didn't care about understanding the mystery of life and death, and all his attention was on Houtu, who was shrouded in dazzling light.

The dazzling light was spreading, no, it was Houtu's body that was getting taller and bigger, and soon it was turning into a giant.

Under Li Xiaofeng's gaze, the back soil that stood in the dark void slowly fell down and slowly turned into a lying posture. This familiar scene made Li Xiaofeng's heart tremble, and his eyes couldn't help but be slightly sour as he watched Houtu's body quietly dissolve and change into several circles of light in the light.

Buzzing.. One by one, the circles of light began to slowly solidify, as if the sun was falling from the sky, falling into the void near the ground, and the mosaic merged into the void. A total of six apertures turned into six passages with flashes of light and different breaths. The moment the entrance of the six light gates stabilized, an invisible power spread out in an instant, spreading towards the entire flood wilderness, as if the entire flood was in harmony and merging.

An arc of light fell from the sky and fell on the turbid Nai He of the river, turning into a simple and narrow bridge.

Another ball of light fell from the sky, landed at the end of the Nai He Bridge, and turned into a stove, on which there was a pot, and the pot was boiling water, which was the Meng Po soup.

In the void, in the blink of an eye, only two of the most dazzling lights remained. In the cloud of light above, it can be vaguely seen that there is an illusory figure that exudes dazzling light, which is the primordial god of Houtu. In the cloud of light below, there was a ball of essence blood the size of a skull, the essence blood of the ancestral witch of the back soil.

The reincarnation power that filled the entire underworld slowly faded, and an even more surging heavenly power descended.

Under the witness of the power of the Heavenly Dao, the incomparably rich golden light of merit condensed in the dark void of the underworld, turning into a round of golden sun, illuminating the entire underworld, and then sprinkling the incomparably rich golden light of merit on the body of Houtu.

Under the shroud of the rich golden light of merit, the primordial spirit of Houtu quickly condensed, and after absorbing a large amount of golden light of merit, it was finally completely condensed and turned into an entity. As the dazzling light of the golden light of merit dissipated and was restrained, a dazzling merit light wheel loomed behind a yellow robe, exuding a majestic and noble aura and the mysterious aftersoil of the cycle of life and death appeared again. Slowly opening the back soil of his eyes, his eyes seem to have turned into the origin of reincarnation.

The moment the figure appeared, a surging and terrifying invisible power suddenly erupted from Houtu's body. The power is not much inferior to that of a saint.

"From now on, in the flood wilderness, there is no ancestral witch Houtu, only Houtu Niangniang of the underworld of the underworld," Houtu's slightly indifferent and majestic voice instantly resounded throughout the flood wilderness.

Li Xiaofeng, who took a deep breath, stepped forward first and bowed to Houtu Zhengrong: "Meet Houtu Niangniang!"

"Styx meets Hou Tu Niang!" "The Styx Ancestor, who had recovered from his previous understanding of the mysteries of the cycle of life and death, was also busy bowing to Hou Tu with a little respect.

Honghua, Jumu Clan, Wutu Clan, and all the dead Terran Yin Spirits were busy kneeling down to Houtu respectfully: "Meet Houtu Niangniang!"

"What a Hou Tu Niang! What a Hou Tu Hou Tu!" A low voice with a hint of anger sounded, and eleven streamers full of ferocious aura instantly descended on the underworld, turning into eleven tall and burly figures, none other than the other eleven Wu Clan Ancestors.

Di Jiang, who was the leader, looked at Houtu sharply, almost gritting his teeth: "Houtu, you are very good, very good!"

"Sister Houtu, why? Why did you do this? Why did you betray the Wu Clan?" Xuan Ming also shook his head uncontrollably and asked in a cold voice.

Betraying the Wu Clan? Listening to Xuan Ming's questioning, Houtu, who trembled all over, was silent.

Although the other ancestors did not speak, their faces were also ugly, and their eyes were fierce and cold, and they looked at Houtu.

"Betrayal, Di Jiang, is that too much?" Li Xiaofeng couldn't help but speak: "Houtu doesn't mean to break away from the Wu Clan, and she chooses to sacrifice herself for the sake of the desolate beings. Even the Heavenly Dao has recognized her and sent down merits to reshape her true body, what qualifications do you have to say that she betrayed?"

Di Jiang, who looked at Li Xiaofeng with a sharp gaze like lightning, sneered: "For the sake of the sentient beings of the desolate wilderness, sacrificing the body of the ancestral witch for the sake of the sentient beings of the desolate desolation, this is not betraying the Wu clan, what is it?"

"She's also for the Wu Clan, in the future... No, maybe you won't get it," Li Xiaofeng shook his head.

Zhu Rong couldn't help but stare at Li Xiaofeng with eyes that wanted to breathe fire: "Xiaoyao Daxian, it's you, it must be you who bewitched Houtu and made her betray my Wu clan!"

"Hehe, Zhu Rong, you think too highly of me," Li Xiaofeng shook his head dumbly.

At this moment, with the distortion of the space in the void, the ethereal fairy music descended, the dazzling merit light shone, and a red shadow quietly appeared in the golden light of endless merit, it was Nuwa Niangniang.

"For the sake of all sentient beings, Sister Houtu sacrificed like this, Nuwa admires!" Nuwa Niangniang, who looked at Houtu with beautiful eyes, couldn't help nodding slightly, and then smiled: "At the same time, congratulations to Sister Houtu." Counting, we are really destined, and we are all top female powers who rely on merit in the wilderness. (To be continued.) )