Chapter 58: The Styx Creates Shura!

"How is it possible that the arm has not been 'corroded' completely!"

This scene stunned Minghe who was standing by. For thousands of years, Minghe had condensed his incarnation more than once and entered the 'red cloud'.

But every time he stepped into it, his body was 'corroded' completely.

Without exception!

"Sure enough, Zhen Yuanzi, he really has a way to dissolve the 'red cloud' again!"

Minghe was ecstatic, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last dojo, and he wanted to rush out of the sea of ​​blood right now.

He learned the way to dissolve the 'red cloud' from Zhen Yuanzi.

But he knew better that as a good friend of Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi would never have a good face for him, one of the 'culprits' who caused Hongyun's fall.

Not to mention telling him how to dissolve the 'red cloud'.

He could only rely on his own careful observation.

Minghe was uneasy, and he could only hope that Zhen Yuanzi would not bear to see his friend's 'corpse' like this, and would reveal his way to dissolve the 'red cloud'.

And Zhen Yuanzi did not disappoint Minghe.

Under Minghe's gaze.

Zhen Yuanzi flipped his right hand, and a yellowish-brown book appeared out of thin air.

A golden light of merit suddenly emerged from it and rushed towards the 'red cloud'.

The 'red cloud', which had not changed under Minghe's countless means, quickly dissipated under this golden light of merit.

In just a moment, the 'red cloud' of a million miles disappeared completely, but... that was the extent.

Compared with the 'red cloud' that permeated the entire sea of ​​blood, the emptied area of ​​a million miles was simply not worth mentioning.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhen Yuanzi was not depressed, but showed a serious look of determination.

He had the Book of Earth in his hand. Although the merit of combing the prehistoric earth veins was not much, it was long-lasting, and one day he would be able to completely wipe out the 'evil spirit'.

"Daoyou Hongyun... I will definitely let you be truly liberated in this life!"

After Zhen Yuanzi left.

Minghe slowly rose from the blood sea, looking at the blood sea that had been purified for millions of miles, and there was no despair in his eyes.

"Merit... It turns out that the nemesis of this 'Red Cloud' is the power of merit!"

"That's right, I should have thought of it long ago. The power of merit is the power of all the most yin and evil forces, and this 'Red Cloud' is no exception!"

Minghe was ecstatic at this time.

Although he knew that it would be extremely difficult to accumulate merit to destroy this 'Red Cloud'.

But he was not afraid of difficulties, but of no hope.

As long as there is a way to destroy the 'Red Cloud', he, a quasi-saint, will be able to completely wipe out this 'Red Cloud' sooner or later.

...

"Merit... Merit..."

In the blood sea, Minghe was thinking about how to gain merit.

For a quasi-saint, it is not difficult to gain merit. What is difficult is to gain a lot of merit, or even to have a path to gain merit all the time.

If the Styx wants to wipe out the 'red cloud' above the sea of ​​blood, it will need a huge amount of merit.

The Styx's mind constantly recalls the beginning and end of each large amount of merit in the prehistoric world.

"The demon race has a lot of merit in establishing the heaven, and the great power of the East Sea has a lot of merit in opening up the world and expanding the prehistoric world."

"The saint Nuwa has created a new race and has a lot of merit. Other saints also have merit when they establish a religion and become saints!"

"Oh, and there is also Zhen Yuanzi. Zhen Yuanzi combed the prehistoric earth with the Book of the Earth, so he can continuously obtain merit."

In addition to Pangu opening the sky, the Styx knew that there were only a few times in the prehistoric world where a lot of merit fell.

Opening up the world and expanding the prehistoric world, there is no need to think about this kind of thing, the Styx directly denied this idea.

The demon race established the heaven and had merit because they promised to comb the stars. The prehistoric ancient stars are related to the spiritual energy in the prehistoric world.

The demon race combed the stars, so they would have merits, and they were endless merits.

Nuwa Saint created the heavenly way of human beings and merits, and perhaps created a new race in the prehistoric world, which would bring a lot of merits.

Other saints established religions, and their merits were to promise to educate all living beings.

"If it were me..."

"Heaven... created humans... established religions..."

Minghe kept deducing in his mind, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he moved his body and swam directly to the depths of the blood sea.

The netherworld blood sea, which can be called a sea, is not only vast and broad, but also as deep as the ocean.

Under the netherworld blood sea, it is unknown how many billions of miles away from the sea surface.

This is the negative pole of the prehistoric world, the most yin place in the world.

It is born to attract the yin energy between heaven and earth, and hundreds of millions of wronged souls have been seen sinking in the depths of this blood sea.

The originally scarlet blood sea here has been dyed black.

"That's you!" Minghe looked at the countless souls and suddenly showed a bright smile on his face.

As the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood, Minghe was born to practice the Way of Blood and the Way of Killing, and was not proficient in the Way of Creation.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to create people from clay like the Saint Nuwa.

However...

Minghe waved his hand and directly grabbed several residual souls in his hand.

In the prehistoric times, it was normal to injure people's souls and disperse their souls in fierce fighting, so few souls here were intact.

In addition, the Sea of ​​Blood already had polluted souls and souls, and these incomplete souls had been sinking in the Sea of ​​Blood for an unknown period of time, and their intelligence had long been wiped out.

At this time, he was caught in the hands of the Styx, but he did not react at all.

The Styx held several incomplete souls in one hand and a ball of blood sea water in the other hand, and put his hands together.

The several incomplete souls merged into the blood sea water.

The Blood Avenue emerged behind the Styx, and a vitality slowly emerged from the blood sea water that merged with the incomplete souls.

Under the stimulation of this vitality, the blood water slowly began to take on the shape of a body, with four heads and eight arms, and the whole body was deformed like a monster.

The Styx frowned, raised his hand and pointed at the blood water, and the arms that were originally growing randomly everywhere suddenly became regular.

It was thousands of feet tall, with four heads and eight arms, a green face and fangs, and looked ferocious and powerful, but the eight eyes were empty and lifeless. It had a body and soul, but no intelligence!

The Styx did not care about this, raised his hand and pointed again, and the empty eyes suddenly burst into a lively light.

"Meet the Father God!" The creature with four heads and eight arms immediately bowed to the Styx and shouted loudly.

"Haha! It really worked..." Looking at the creature in front of him, the Styx laughed.

Then, the quasi-saint magic power poured into the boundless sea of ​​blood around him without any reservation.

The endless sea of ​​blood immediately rushed towards the billions of residual souls and spirits below. Each group of blood sea water swallowed several residual souls before constructing a complete soul.

And because the blood sea water is naturally yin, it is difficult to make it completely merge into one when facing the yang soul.

Each one is like the creatures that the Styx had long ago, with many hands and arms, or many heads and feet. They look extraordinary, but they are full of hideousness.

And when facing the yin soul, it is easy to merge it into one and be completely complete. The creatures created are all graceful and pitiful.

Then, under the influence of the Styx Blood Avenue, the breath of life is exuded, and spiritual wisdom is derived.

Almost in the blink of an eye, billions of creatures appeared in the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea, which was originally lifeless.

Billions of creatures were all looking at the Styx above with enthusiasm, shouting "Father God" non-stop.

"Haha!" The Styx looked at the billions of creatures and was overjoyed.

Turning around, he saluted upward.

"God is above, and I, the Styx, will create a creature today, named Shura!"

"The Asura Clan will be established with the Shura clan, and the fate will be suppressed with the twelve-grade karma fire red lotus and the two swords of Yuantu and Abi, and the Asura Cult will be established."

As the Styx's voice fell, the sky above billions of miles immediately responded, with golden light rolling, and the golden cloud of merit continuously pouring out from the void.

Then it suddenly fell towards the Netherworld Blood Sea below, and the aura of the calamity above the Netherworld Blood Sea was offset.

Seeing this scene, the Styx in the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea was immediately surprised.

At the same time, a sense of enlightenment slowly emerged in his heart, allowing him to understand the whole story of this heaven-sent merit.

After a long time, all the merit and golden light between the sky fell, but the "disaster breath" above the vast sea of ​​blood was only one in a hundred.

But even so, it was enough to make Minghe extremely surprised.

What's more, there was another piece of information that made Minghe even more happy, that is, the whole story of his merit from the way of heaven.

It was not the merit he had guessed from creating living beings and establishing a great sect.

In the prehistoric times, creating living beings would not bring merit, and establishing a great sect would not bring merit.

The reason why the Shura clan he created had vast merits was because of the hundreds of millions of residual souls he used to create the Shura clan.

Let those residual souls that should have sunk in the sea of ​​blood, and even the residual souls that were annihilated, regain the merit of life.

Moreover, this merit is not given at once. As the Netherworld Blood Sea gradually absorbs countless residual souls from the prehistoric world, it will continue to absorb merit.

The Heavenly Dao will also send down a steady stream of merit. Although the amount cannot be compared with this time, it is better in a steady stream.

And...

The smile on the face of the Styx Patriarch is a little stiff.

And the Shura clan uses the blood sea water as its body, which, to a certain extent, curbs the expansion of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Prevent the Netherworld Blood Sea from invading more prehistoric worlds and turning it into a dark and evil place!

As the master of the blood sea, no, it should be said that as the blood sea, Styx saw this source of merit, even with a quasi-saint mentality, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

However, the Netherworld Blood Sea is actually big enough, and Styx has always allowed the blood sea to expand on its own. He has never thought of letting the blood sea submerge the prehistoric world.

Besides, how much blood sea water can the Shura clan draw? Above, the blood sea water that the 'red cloud' disappears in one day.

I'm afraid it can support the consumption of the Shura clan for tens of millions of years.

Looking at the millions of creatures named Shura below, Minghe showed a majestic look on his face.

With a wave of his hand, millions of rays of light shot out and entered the sea of ​​consciousness of each Shura.

"This is the method of cultivation. From now on, you will multiply and cultivate in the blood sea again. Without the permission of this deity, you are not allowed to easily step into the blood sea."

"Yes, Father God!"

Millions of Shuras responded at the same time, and their voices shook the sky.

Looking at the Shura clan that belonged to his team, Minghe was very happy.

Although it was a soul made up of residual souls, it was complete under his magic power. His comprehension was not against the sky, but it was definitely at a normal level.

In addition, his body was condensed by the water of the sea of ​​blood. This Shura clan was born extraordinary and had amazing combat power. In the future, they will definitely become his helpers.

Moreover, as long as there are still living beings dying in the ancient world, this Shura clan means his continuous merits.

Sooner or later, he will be able to wipe out this 'red cloud'.

He was no longer worried. After several calamities, his Netherworld Blood Sea was wiped out. At this time, Styx finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"wrong..."

Styx's expression suddenly changed.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

The danger of the blood sea was temporarily lifted. While Styx breathed a sigh of relief, his mind gradually became clearer.

Looking at the 'red cloud' above the sea of ​​blood, all kinds of thoughts kept popping up in my mind.

He suddenly thought that if he had not used the merit he had received that day to offset the 'red cloud' in a hurry.

Instead, collect them first and cover them on the sea of ​​​​blood to isolate the contact between the 'red cloud' and the sea of ​​​​blood.

That large group of merits is added to the continuous merits of the Shura clan.

Not only can it eliminate one percent of the 'red cloud', but it may also prevent his sea of ​​blood from being corroded by the 'red cloud' again.

besides...

If he had left that merit behind, wouldn't he be able to use it to protect himself, step into the 'red cloud', and destroy the 'red cloud' while looking for the grand purple energy?

The more Styx thought about it, the more he couldn't help but feel heartache.

"That's...hasty!"

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