Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 39 The Age of Saints!

After the merits were passed down, the old ancestor of the Styx did not hesitate at all and spoke again: "I, the Styx, established the Ashura Sect to educate the Ashura clan, and used the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus to suppress the fate of the Ashura Sect. Please judge by the Heavenly Dao!"

The voice spread throughout the prehistoric world, and another thick column of merit light fell and merged into the body of the Old Ancestor of the Styx. The luck of the Old Ancestor of the Styx was greatly enhanced again, but it was still within the scope of a quasi-saint.

The face of the old man of the Styx became extremely ugly!

Injustice!

Why is there so little merit?

The ancestor Asura clan is so much stronger than the human race. It would be fine if their merits were not more than those of the human race, but they are so much less. The merits of founding the Asura clan and establishing a great religion combined are not as much as the merits of Nuwa in creating humans.

how so!
Injustice!

The aura in the body of the Styx Patriarch surged, and huge waves were set off in the sea of ​​blood. The Styx Patriarch's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

According to the original plan of the ancestor of the Styx, he would first kill Jie Yin and Zhunti, snatch the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and then use the sea of ​​blood as a support to create a race more powerful than the human race. After creating the race, he would establish a religion to educate people, take all the merits into his pocket, and in one fell swoop become the strongest saint under Hongjun, surpassing the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

However, he failed to kill Jie Yin and Zhunti, but he did succeed in creating the Asura clan and the Asura religion. However, the merits he obtained were far less than he had imagined.

All the plans did not achieve the expected results.

Zhunti saw through Minghe's plan and sneered in his heart. It was a nice idea. The human race was the protagonist of the eternal world and the most suitable race for the development of the prehistoric world. How could the Asura race be comparable to them?

In terms of strength alone, the dragon, phoenix, unicorn, witch, and demon clans are all powerful, let alone the Asura clan.

The two merits fell, and the movement shook the entire prehistoric world, but it still did not change the situation in the Nine Netherworld Blood Sea. It was still two quasi-saints fighting against two saints, and there was no chance of survival.

Zhunti glanced at the Netherworld Blood Sea below. After becoming a saint, all the secrets of heaven became clear to him. The two of them also knew the Blood Sea below very well. The origin of the Blood Sea was of great use to the prehistoric world and could not be destroyed.

If the sea of ​​blood is not destroyed, the Styx cannot be killed. At most, the Styx can only be taught a lesson. In this way, the loss outweighs the gain.

Zhunti's eyes turned and he made up his mind. After communicating with Jie Yin, Zhunti looked towards the Styx. In an instant, the vast power of a saint swept out, and the power of the saint was pervasive, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The roaring sea of ​​blood was suppressed in an instant, and the sea surface was as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.

"Minghe, you planned to kill my two brothers. I should have killed you, but I spared your life because of our friendship in the past!"

"Today you owe me a great debt of gratitude. One day my disciples will take it back!"

After saying that, Zhunti turned to look at Kunpeng, "Kunpeng, you gave up your seat for my two brothers in Zixiao Palace in the past. My two brothers and I owe you a great karma."

"If you want to plot against the two of us today, then you should understand the cause and effect of the past."

As soon as the words fell, the figures of Jie Yin and Zhunti disappeared instantly, and the tremendous holy power that permeated the sea of ​​blood also dissipated.

Everything was calm, leaving only two people standing there in a daze. They failed to gain the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and instead lost a cause and effect.

The karma of a saint is not so easy to repay. The face of the old man of the Styx was extremely gloomy, but fortunately, he finally saved his life.

However, if the saint does not take action, is it impossible to wipe out the sea of ​​blood?
The eyes of the Styx Patriarch narrowed slightly, and an idea emerged in his mind. If so, he could rest easy. Unfortunately, this guess could only be a guess forever. If he guessed wrong and rashly angered the saint, he would really die.

The Ming River sighed, turned into a streak of blood light and sank into the sea of ​​blood.

"Minghe, you made me owe a cause and effect to the Saint. How do I understand this?"

Kunpeng looked at the surging sea of ​​blood below and said with gritted teeth.

The more Kunpeng thought about it, the angrier he became. If it weren't for the instigation of the Styx, he would still be staying in the Heavenly Palace now. Zhunti and Jie Yin would have become saints, and the two saints owed him karma. With the karma of giving up their seats, how could he not be more comfortable than the Styx?

Now, after this trip to the sea of ​​blood, the saint’s cause and effect are gone!
He gave up his seat and the sainthood, but in the end got nothing. The saint understood the cause and effect and did not kill him. Kunpeng was really in tears.

This made Kunpeng, who had just saved his life, feel very bad.

"roll!"

"If you dare to make noise again, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword!"

Huge waves were surging above the sea of ​​blood, and a sharp murderous intent swept through the sea of ​​blood, causing Kunpeng's heart to tremble.

Kunpeng's face changed slightly, and he flashed away from the Nine Netherworld Blood Sea. In the prehistoric world, Kunpeng looked at the blood sea below, his eyes full of resentment.

"Minghe, you are going too far!"

"Don't ever fall into the hands of this demon master, or I'll make you pay!"

After leaving behind these harsh words, Kunpeng immediately turned around and returned to heaven.

The ancestor of the Styx has the support of the sea of ​​blood, and his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary quasi-saints. It is more reliable for him to stay by the side of the Demon King. No matter how brave the Styx is, it dare not come to the Heavenly Court to act wildly!
······
Zhonghuang Mountain!
Jiang Haofeng looked at the west calmly. The two saints in the west also returned to their positions. From then on, the six saints of heaven had completely returned to their positions, and the prehistoric world had entered the era of saints.

From now on, the most powerful person in the prehistoric world will always be an immortal saint, and the entire prehistoric world will become a chessboard for the saints to compete with each other.

From now until the war between wizards and liches, when the saint takes the Saint-Falling Pill, the period of many kalpas will belong to the saint!

Jiang Haofeng secretly withdrew his gaze. All this had little to do with the human race at the moment.

After the prehistoric times, it will be a period for a group of innate saints to become disciples. Nothing big will happen in the short term. This period of time is one of the few times that the human race can use to increase its strength and it must not be wasted.

After the saint has finished recruiting disciples, the great calamity of the liches will soon come, and the troubles of the human race will also come...
The entire human race began to practice again, especially the innate humans and the hidden vein people, who practiced particularly hard.

While the human race was practicing, the entire wilderness was shaken. Countless creatures traveled through mountains and rivers, heading towards Mount Xumi and Mount Kunlun, trying their best to become disciples of the saints. For a time, Mount Kunlun and Mount Xumi became the focus of the entire wilderness.

As time passed, more and more innate creatures came to worship the saints and listened to their teachings. The human race of the three religions of Jie, Chan and Xifang increased rapidly, and their fortunes flourished, especially Jie, which had thousands of disciples. Mount Kunlun was filled with Jie disciples.

And all this did not disturb the human race.

(End of this chapter)