Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 251 Blood Sea Ashura!

Breaking through the Yin-Yang barrier, the vast underworld appeared before his eyes. Jiang Haofeng had a hint of shock in his eyes. He saw that the vast Yellow Spring Water was like a dividing line, dividing the entire underworld into two parts. On both sides of the Yellow Spring Water, flowers of the other shore fluttered in the wind, and the bright flowers brought a touch of brightness to the dim underworld.

This was Jiang Haofeng's first time to the underworld. In the prehistoric world, Jiang Haofeng had not been to many places. Most of the time, Jiang Haofeng stayed among the human race with other human ancestors. After everything was settled in the future, perhaps he could take a good trip in the prehistoric world.

Jiang Haofeng looked at the underworld in front of him. In fact, if Jiang Haofeng wanted to see the situation in the underworld, he could see it clearly with the Zhulong Divine Eyes he learned from Zhulong. It was not only about the underworld, but also the heaven.

This pair of Candle Dragon's divine eyes can observe all living beings in the three realms.

But there is Haotian in Heaven and Pingxin in the Underworld, and Jiang Haofeng has nothing to do, so he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself and the human race.

Huh?
A hint of surprise appeared in Jiang Haofeng's eyes. So that's it.

I saw that in the huge underworld below, in front of the Yellow Springs River, there were palaces standing, with teams of ghosts patrolling inside. Endless ghosts poured in from all directions, stepped into the ghost gate, and shuttled back and forth between the various departments of the underworld.

Whether entering reincarnation or going to hell, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The Ten Courts of Hell, the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the Gates of Hell... Many famous buildings from previous lives were built here.

But the other side of the Yellow Springs River was indeed shrouded in a thin layer of fog, and nothing could be seen. It was like a wasteland, and this territory had a very low sense of existence!
It clearly occupied half the size of the underworld, but Jiang Haofeng subconsciously wanted to ignore it. If he was not a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he would probably have naturally ignored this half of the underworld!
Although we cannot see through the thin fog, we can easily guess what the situation is inside this half of the territory.

Half of the underworld's territory is used for reproduction and survival, which is too favorable. No wonder they participated in the war between wizards and liches at the same time. When the demon clan was still licking its wounds, the wizard clan already had enough energy to control Chi You to seize the throne of the human emperor.

Moreover, with Pingxin here and half of the underworld's territory still there, no matter what the Witch Clan does, they have a way out. This is many times better than the Demon Clan.

Jiang Haofeng shook his head and put the matter of the Witch Clan aside. The Witch Clan came into being during the Emperor's period. Now, Fuxi had just ascended the throne as the Emperor of Man, so it was still early.

After locking onto the location of the Netherworld Blood Sea, Jiang Haofeng took a step forward, and the world around him changed. With one step forward, Jiang Haofeng had crossed most of the underworld and arrived above the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The Netherworld Blood River is located before the Yellow Springs River, and is built on the same site as the various departments of the underworld, except that the Netherworld Blood Sea is located upstream of the Yellow Springs River, while the underworld is located downstream.

The underworld is in charge of matters concerning reincarnation in the ancient world, but the actual territory occupied by the underworld is only about a quarter of the entire underworld. The remaining half is occupied by the witch clan, and a small quarter is occupied by the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Fortunately, the underworld is big enough, and just one quarter of its territory is enough, and there is still space left to accommodate a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

At this time, around the sea of ​​blood, figures, some burly and some enchanting, gathered coming and going. Jiang Haofeng's face moved slightly. These should be the Asura clan in the legend who make a living by killing.

Jiang Haofeng looked at the Shuras below with some curiosity. There were about a thousand Shuras below, strolling around the sea of ​​blood. The cultivation of any Shura was above the True Immortal, and there were also many Mysterious Immortals, and there were even some powerful Shuras in the Golden Immortal Realm!
Moreover, no matter how high or low their cultivation level is, every cultivator exudes a strong murderous aura, and their pair of red eyes reveal an innate murderous intent.

They are the spokesmen of the Way of Killing. Fighting and killing are instincts written into their souls!

There is no other race that is more murderous than the rest of the world, because they were born to follow the killing path of the world!

Looking at Jiang Haofeng who suddenly appeared, all the Shuras were stunned for a moment, but the next moment, pairs of red eyes instantly focused on Jiang Haofeng, and bloody murderous aura appeared around the Shuras, and sharp murderous intent swarmed out.

At the same time, the surrounding Netherworld Blood Sea felt murderous intent, and waves suddenly appeared on the blood sea. The blood-colored water rolled, and the murderous aura between heaven and earth was raised to a higher level again!
Jiang Haofeng's expression changed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As expected of a race born for killing, with such a high fighting spirit, if the two sides were equal in cultivation, there would be few among the myriad races in the prehistoric world who could compete with the Shura clan. Of course, what I am talking about here is a race, not a certain person.

The Way of Killing is ultimately one of the Three Thousand Great Ways. Although this way is fierce, the other great ways are not weak either. There is no distinction between strong and weak in the great ways themselves, but there is a difference in the comprehension of the great ways.

The Asura clan is generally more powerful than other races. Ten thousand Asuras are definitely more powerful than ten thousand ordinary humans, even if the strength of both sides is equal.

But when it comes to the top geniuses of the two races, it is not certain who is stronger and who is weaker.

"Who dares to come to my sea of ​​blood and act so recklessly?"

Below, an Asura at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm stepped into the air, staring at Jiang Haofeng with a pair of scarlet eyes.

The next moment, a mighty aura revived from the depths of the sea of ​​blood. The originally surging sea of ​​blood in the underworld calmed down instantly, and a skinny old man in a blood-colored Taoist robe appeared in the void.

"No rules!"

The ancestor of the Styx slapped the Asura in front of Jiang Haofeng into the sea of ​​blood.

The moment he looked at Jiang Haofeng, the anger on the face of the Styx Patriarch disappeared like ice and snow melting. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "In the space of one kalpa, you have already achieved the state of Hun Yuan and entered the gate of the Great Dao. This is truly cause for celebration. Unlike me, I have achieved three states of enlightenment but am still standing still."

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist!"

Jiang Haofeng also smiled and returned the greeting: "Thank you, fellow Daoist Minghe!"

"Your practice has already reached the pinnacle, and you only need one last step to attain the status of the Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian. I am still far from that."

"It's only one step away, but it's as difficult as climbing to heaven!"

The old man of the Styx sighed.

Then he bowed again and said, "I am a junior who didn't recognize the great man. I have offended you, Taoist friend. Please don't blame me!"

"Where."

Jiang Haofeng smiled and waved his hand.

"Fellow Taoist, please come in!"

The ancestor of the Styx waved his hand, and the sea of ​​blood in front of him instantly churned, revealing a road leading directly to the underground. At the end of the road, a towering palace stood in the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Around the palace, there are a large number of buildings spreading out.

(End of this chapter)