My Background You Can't Mess With

Chapter 106 Chen Xuan meets Shi Ji

While speaking, the female fairy had already taken out the Jiejiao waist card that she was carrying with her.

I saw on the waist card that it said Shiji Niangniang, who cut off teaching the disciples of the outer sect.

Others may not have any impression of these dozen or so empresses, after all, she is just teaching a little-known outer disciple.

But Chen Xuan couldn't understand him very well. Speaking of which, he was definitely the No.1 disciple who was cut off and died in the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods.

And it was the one who died the worst and most wronged. The person who was in trouble at home came from the sky. This is a perfect description.

The most important thing is that this guy doesn't seem to have done anything harmful.

Compared with those disciples who don't take human lives seriously, they can be regarded as virtuous people.

At that moment, Chen Xuan stretched out his hand to help Empress Shiji up, and said, "Where are you going, why did you come to the East China Sea?"

Empress Shiji once again bowed to Chen Xuan, "Eldest senior brother doesn't know, and now Kunlun Mountain has become more and more outrageous.

The twelve direct disciples of the Second Martial Uncle opened up new dojos in different places.

Only after listening to the preaching of the second teacher, can we gather in Kunlun Mountains.I usually stay in my dojo to practice.

Even so, the contradiction between the two religions could not be avoided.Instead, it intensified.

In the end, the master also ordered the disciples to find the blessed land of the cave, as a place for future practice.

The purpose is to avoid contact between disciples of the two religions as much as possible, so as to avoid bloodshed in the future.

Shiji's trip was also to find an island in the East China Sea as a place to settle down in the future. "

After hearing this, Chen Xuan couldn't help but sighed, thinking that what should have happened finally happened.

It is estimated that it is not too far away from the separation of the three clearings, but Chen Xuan has no intention to stop it.

Instead, he opened his mouth and said to Empress Shiji: "There are countless fairy mountains and islands in the East China Sea, but none of them are suitable for you.

If you go west from here, there will be a mountain named Skull Mountain, and a hole in the mountain named Bone Cave.

That is the most suitable dojo for you, so you can live there. "

It stands to reason that Chen Xuan should let Empress Shiji live in another place.

After all, as long as she leaves the Bone Cave on Skull Mountain, maybe she won't die because of Nezha.

But Chen Xuan did not do this, because Chen Xuan felt that fate could not be hidden.

Only by really facing it and finding a way to reverse the ending.

Because only when you experience it can you truly pass through it.

Empress Shiji naturally didn't know Chen Xuan's plan, but she saluted and thanked Chen Xuan with excitement.

"Thank you, big brother, otherwise Shi Ji will not know when he will find his dojo."

Chen Xuan stretched out his hand to help Empress Shiji up, and at the same time took out a jade bottle from his body.

"This jade bottle contains Sanguang Shenshui. You must keep it close to your body. One day, it will help you survive death."

When Empress Shiji heard Chen Xuan's words, the expression on her face inevitably became a little dignified.

After all, whoever heard that he was about to die would not be in a good mood.

"Don't worry, among the thousands of creatures in the prehistoric world, everyone has their own disaster.

Not only you, but all Jiejiao disciples including me, without exception.

But don't worry, now you are not facing it alone, because you have a master and a teacher who protects you behind you. "

Empress Shiji nodded gratefully, reached out to take the jade bottle and put it in her bosom.

Just about to bid farewell to Chen Xuan to find the Bone Cave in Skull Mountain, but was stopped by Chen Xuan again.

"Before going to the Bone Cave on the Skull Mountain, you should do one thing for me first." Chen Xuan said to Empress Shiji.

Empress Shiji nodded, "Elder brother, what can I say? Shiji is willing to go through fire and water for the elder brother."

Chen Xuan shook his head with a smile, "It's not that serious, I just want you to go back to Kunlun Mountain and deliver a letter to Master for me."

After speaking, he handed a jade talisman to Empress Shiji, who took it back to the Shangqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain and handed it to Master Tongtian.

Empress Shiji took the jade talisman and bid farewell to Chen Xuan, heading directly towards Kunlun Mountain.

However, Chen Xuan followed those ghosts and headed directly towards the Nether Blood Sea.

……

The Houtu ancestor witch in the Houtu tribe has been feeling uneasy during this period of time.

Every day, I look at the ghosts that have nowhere to stay on the wild land and sigh.

Since Empress Nuwa created the human race, the human race has begun to multiply on a large scale.

The human race's ten-month pregnancy and childbirth can definitely be called a strong reproductive ability for the monster race and the witch race.

The human race is born with a primordial spirit, and once dead, the primordial spirit will turn into a ghost.

Moreover, the lifespan of the human race is extremely short, and the body is very weak.

Therefore, although the reproductive ability of the human race is very strong, the casualties are also very astonishing.

This has also caused ghosts to roam everywhere on the prehistoric land today.

All of this was seen in Houtu's eyes. On this day, Houtu seemed to feel something.

A person actually directly walked out of his own tribe, and followed the countless ghosts in front of him, all the way to the Nether Blood Sea.

Along the way, Houtu felt the pain of those ghosts even more.

This made the compassionate Houtu feel even more sad.Racking their brains, trying to come up with a way to relieve them of this pain.

Unknowingly, he came to the Nether Blood Sea, and Houtu saw countless ghosts with his own eyes, throwing himself into the Nether Blood Sea.

The weak ones were devoured by the powerful ones, and the powerful ones were baptized by the sea of ​​ghost blood, and regained their physical bodies.

The males all look fierce and grinning, while the females are charming and enchanting.

At this moment, a wave of blood suddenly appeared in the Nether Blood Sea.

A monk in a red robe stepped on a th-grade fire red lotus, and above his head were two innate spirit swords of Yuantu Abi.

It is none other than the Lord of the Nether Blood Sea, the Patriarch Styx who has incarnations of countless blood god sons.

Seeing that Patriarch Ming He stretched out his hand and summoned those men and women who had regained their physical bodies, they came to him.

"I am the ancestor of Minghe, the blood sea of ​​the nether world. Today, I created a new race named Shura, and the way of heaven will learn from it."

As the voice of Patriarch Styx sounded, golden clouds of merit began to gather in the sky.

At the same time, the merits of the heavenly dao are also slowly condensing, and finally fall directly from the golden cloud of merits.

This heavenly merit was divided into two during the process of falling, and % fell on the newly born Shura clan.

The remaining % fell on Patriarch Styx, who directly cut out his obsession with the help of the merits of heaven, and became the quasi-sage of the three corpses.

It's just that the merits of the Heavenly Dao were not exhausted because of this, and in the end he helped Patriarch Styx merge the three corpses into one and became a half-step saint.

Seeing that Patriarch Minghe was about to prove the Tao and become a saint, but the merits of the Heavenly Dao were exhausted at this time.

This inevitably made the ancestor of Minghe stamp his feet and beat his chest, "The way of heaven is not fair, and Empress Nuwa can become a saint by creating a human being.

Why can't I, Styx, create the Shura clan, but can't become a saint? "

It's a pity that no matter how much Patriarch Styx complained, the golden cloud of merit in the sky has already dissipated.

(End of this chapter)