People in Conferred Gods: Rising from humble beginnings, I am the God of Wealth

Chapter 165 Hou Tu was furious, the black horse of the witch clan!

Sea of ​​blood.

"River Styx?!!"

Hou Tu's angry voice came from the reincarnation tunnel, shrouded in a sea of ​​blood.

Followed by.

A giant jade hand, gathering the power of the earth veins, passed through the black fog, stretched out from the underworld, stirred up the waves of the sea of ​​blood that stretched for billions of miles, and slapped down towards the Taoist of the Styx.

Seeing this, Minghe's face became even uglier.

Although he had already made the worst plan, now that it really happened, he still couldn't hide his disappointment and anger.

He really couldn't understand that the underworld and the heaven were both part of the primitive world and both had the authority to maintain the operation of the primitive world.

Why were the Heavenly Rules established by Yang Xuan recognized by the Heavenly Dao, but the Earthly Rules he copied from the Heavenly Rules were not recognized by the Earthly Rules, and even offended Hou Tu? He really lost both the wife and the army!
But facing the palm of the saint, Minghe dared not think too much, he didn't even dare to think of resisting.

He was seen sitting cross-legged on the red lotus of karma fire, with the crimson karma fire burning fiercely, covering his entire body. He was holding the two killing swords, Yuantu and Abi, and merged into the sea of ​​blood. In an instant, he traveled billions of miles and flew away into the distance.

However, no matter how fast the Styx is in the sea of ​​blood, it cannot escape from Hou Tu's palm.

In that gigantic hand, the rules of the earth veins seemed to flow. No matter how the Styx escaped, he was always in Hou Tu's palm!

Bang-!
Accompanied by a loud noise as if the heaven and earth were collapsing, and a sound of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, nearly 90% of the 480 million Blood Sons of the Styx exploded at the same time.

The range of this palm strike was so great that it is difficult to measure using the measurement units of later generations. Under this palm strike, a dark hole suddenly appeared on the surface of the vast sea of ​​blood.

Around this hollow, waves of blood were surging and flowing back into the strong wind layer. If Houtu exerted a little more force, the water in this sea of ​​blood would probably flow back into the Heavenly Palace.

When the surging blood waves subsided and returned to the sea of ​​blood, the sea level of the entire sea of ​​blood actually dropped by 30%.

As for the River Styx, its whereabouts are unknown, and even the four Asura Kings of the Asura clan have suffered severe damage.

As for the rest of the Asuras, they all suffered injuries to varying degrees.

The lower the cultivation level, the less damage one will suffer. A newborn baby was intact, just a little frightened.

As for the native creatures in the sea of ​​blood, there was not much impact either.

This is Hou Tu's mercy. Otherwise, with the terrifying cultivation level of the authentic saint, if he really didn't care, it would be easy to break through the sea of ​​blood with one blow.

Even though destroying the sea of ​​blood would bring about enormous karma, the saint is unwilling to do so. However, the price of annihilating the Asura clan is completely acceptable to a saint.

If Minghe had provoked Tongtian today, the Asura clan would most likely no longer exist.

……

In the netherworld, on an unnamed hill.

Yang Xuan, Bi Xiao, three others, a bird and a tiger squatted in front of a mirror together. Looking at Hou Tu's palm, they all couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Yang Xuan secretly clicked his tongue and felt a bit of admiration for Minghe.

It is not difficult to see from Houtu's reaction that this time, Minghe did not ask Houtu for permission at all, but took the initiative to mobilize the power of the tunnel and presented the rules of the underworld to the tunnel for review. Isn't this a provocation to Houtu!
Looking at the entire prehistoric world, Minghe is the first person who dares to openly challenge the saint. His courage is extraordinary.

However, in Yang Xuan's opinion, Minghe's behavior was extremely stupid.

Even though Minghe was already a quasi-saint, he had even reached the state where the sea of ​​blood would never dry up and the Minghe would never die.

But openly provoking a saint is like dancing in a minefield. What's the difference between that and suicide?
Even though the sea of ​​blood is an important part of the prehistoric world, even a saint would not be able to wipe out the sea of ​​blood by force.

But it is undeniable that the saint has the ability to forcibly wipe out the sea of ​​blood.

It's better to be safe than sorry. What if Houtu gets angry and wipes out the sea of ​​blood with a slap? Wouldn't that be suicide for Minghe?
"It seems that the lady is indeed very particular about etiquette. I must be more careful when I meet her in the future."

Yang Xuan nodded secretly, thinking that the main reason why Hou Tu was angry was definitely because the underground rules set by the Styx were forcing the Witch Clan into a desperate situation.

On the other hand, the reason was that the Styx directly activated the power of the underground without asking Houtu for permission, which was a very rude behavior and made Houtu dissatisfied.

This made Yang Xuan determined to be polite when he met Hou Tu in the future.

The Styx relied on the boundless sea of ​​blood and had the capital to dance in the minefield. But Yang Xuan, a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal, was not so stubborn.

"See if there are any witch tribes nearby."

Yang Xuan patted Qingluan's wings. It seemed too rash to go directly to Houtu. It would be safer to ask the Wu tribe members to introduce him.

"Great Lord, please wait a moment."

Qingluan nodded, and the white jade hand under its wings brushed across the mirror, and the pictures in it kept changing.

From a sea of ​​blood, it turned into a series of dark and dull mountains and rivers.

The underworld is very large, at least equivalent to the sum of the ancient starry sky and the thirty-three heavens.

But in the underworld today, apart from the souls of the creatures in the ancient times who entered the underworld on their own initiative under the guidance of the tunnels after their death, there is only the witch clan.

The Witch Clan experienced the Witch-Demon Calamity and suffered heavy losses. There were simply not many members of the Witch Clan left, so that 99% of the Netherworld was empty.

Even though the mirror in Qingluan's hand was an extremely high-grade spiritual treasure from the Queen Mother, called the Kunlun Mirror, which was extremely mysterious, most of the images reflected in it were just mountains and rivers, with some ghosts appearing occasionally, but not even a single witch was seen.

It was not until more than three thousand images had been displayed that a different image appeared in the Kunlun Mirror.

It was a dark valley, but this valley was no longer without light. Instead, there were a large number of bonfires and torches, which slightly illuminated the surrounding environment.

In the center of the valley, there is a small village consisting of simple thatched houses, where a group of burly creatures with horse heads and human bodies live.

"Hmm? Is this also a member of the Wu Clan?"

Yang Xuan touched his chin, thoughtfully.

In later generations, many people felt that the appearance of the Wu clan was similar to that of humans.

In fact, it is not the case. Those who look similar to humans are called Wu people, who are the hybrids of Wu people and humans. Chi You is the most famous one among them.

At the beginning, the Wu Clan wanted to use the blood of the Wu people to steal the position of the protagonist of the world of the human race.

If Xuanyuan had not appeared and the various forces in the prehistoric world had not been willing to see the Wu Clan make a comeback, I'm afraid the current situation in Jiuzhou would have really changed.

Except for the Wu people, the other members of the Wu clan look quite different from humans.

Take the ancestor witch, Dijiang, for example: He looks like a yellow bag, red as cinnabar fire, has six legs and four wings, is solid and faceless.

Ju Mang: As green as emerald bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, and riding on two dragons.

The appearances of these ancient witches are, at best, somewhat similar to those of humans in some parts, and the same is true for most members of the witch clan.

In the picture, these creatures with horse heads and human bodies are most likely members of a certain witch clan. After all, in this underworld, apart from the witch clan, there are no other tribes.

"It's right here, let's go over and take a look!"

Yang Xuan stood up and made a decision. Even if these Wu tribe members with horse heads and human bodies did not know the way to the underground reincarnation place, he could ask them to take him to a larger Wu tribe, and then the Wu tribe members of this tribe would introduce him.

"Okay, leave it to us."

Qingluan first swallowed the remaining half of the dragon scale fruit in one gulp, then opened her mouth wide, grabbed the Kunlun Mirror in front of her, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Finally, a dazzling green light emanated from her body and she turned into a green divine bird. She nodded at Yang Xuan and motioned for it to come up.

Yang Xuan: ...

Maybe the Queen Mother simply doesn't want this Kunlun Mirror anymore...

Alas! It is not easy for the Queen Mother to have such a novel mount!
"Eh? No!"

Yang Xuan was sitting on Qingluan's back and was suddenly stunned.

"According to what Qingluan said last time, it was the Queen Mother who asked her to follow me from now on. Could it be that the Queen Mother really wants to give Qingluan to me as a mount?"

But immediately, Yang Xuan rejected this conjecture.

No matter how novel Qingluan's painting style is, she is still a Daluo Jinxian and is extremely good at flying. She is the top candidate for a mount in the prehistoric world. How could the Queen Mother just give her away?

"I am just a small Taiyi Golden Immortal, a third-rank great celestial master in the heavenly court. How can I have such a big face?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled. After Bixiao and the others came up, he patted Qingluan on the head and said with a smile:

"Let's go!"

"Okay, Great Lord, please sit tight!"

Qingluan flapped its wings violently and disappeared into the nameless hill, even faster than before.

More than a hundred years later.

Qingluan came to the outside of the valley, fell from the sky, and landed in front of the simple little village.

dong dong dong——!
Almost at the moment Qingluan fell from the sky, footsteps were heard not far away.

Looking up, I saw a figure that was ten thousand feet tall, with a burly build, and a human body and a horse's head, approaching rapidly from afar, with a step of a thousand miles.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the entrance of the village. He looked down at Yang Xuan and the others on Qingluan's back and asked in a muffled voice:

"I am Xuan Ma, who are you and why are you here in my horse's face?"

"Meet Genma-senpai."

Yang Xuan took a step forward and bowed to the witch with a horse's head and a human body.

"I am Yang Xuan, the Great Celestial Lord of the Nine Heavens Immortal Records, Law of Fortune and Destiny, and I am here today..."

However, before Yang Xuan could finish his words, Xuan Ma shouted angrily and interrupted him.

"Yang Xuan? Yang Xuan! You are so good, Yang Xuan. You imprisoned my brother in the Heavenly Palace, and now you dare to come to my Horse Face. You are really looking for death."

"Today I will capture you and take you to heaven in exchange for my brother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Ma's eyes widened with anger. He took out a spear and smashed it towards Yang Xuan.

"You horse-headed monster are so unreasonable! We don't even know who your brother is, so why did my little brother imprison him in heaven?"

"If you want to fight, I will accompany you!"

Bixiao on the side was immediately furious. He held the golden scissors in his hand and slashed out two golden sword lights, forcing Xuanma to retreat.

"How dare you quibble!"

There was a hint of fear in Xuan Ma's eyes when he looked at Bixiao. His fighting instinct told him that the Golden Dragon Shears in Bixiao's hand was a killing treasure that could break his body.

But as a member of the witch clan, how can I retreat without fighting?

Xuan Niu was not at all weak. He slammed the spear in his hand heavily on the ground and glared at Yang Xuan.

"My brother is Xuan Niu, Yang Xuan, you dare to say that my brother is not imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace by you?!"

Yang Xuan: ...

Black Ox? How can this be considered as being imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace by me? He was bewitched by the Black Lotus and did something wrong, and he voluntarily joined the Heavenly Palace to atone for his sins. I won't take the blame for this!
Even if you want to cause trouble, you should go to Dayu, Haotian and Queen Mother. Why would you go to a mere Taiyi Jinxian like me? This is bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Moreover, judging from Xuan Niu's current state, even if I wanted to let him go, he might not leave...

"Wait a minute! Brother? Doesn't this mean that Xuan Niu is also a member of the Wu Clan?"

Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, then he suddenly realized something.

Now that I think about it, it’s no wonder that Xuanniu’s physique is so strong. If it weren’t for Sister Baihu’s sword, even if Dayu could win the battle in the end, it would have taken a lot of effort.

"If I had known that he was a member of the Wu Clan, I should have brought him to the Netherworld with me, and it would have saved me a lot of trouble."

Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled, but it was not too late now.

"Do you think there is a possibility that Xuan Niu voluntarily joined the Heavenly Court, and I did not imprison him in the Heavenly Court?"

"You fart!"

Xuan Ma's face was full of disbelief, "Brother wanted more freedom, so he chose to stay in Honghuang and did not enter the underworld with us."

"Now he is trapped in the heaven and cannot be free, but you say he is here voluntarily. Do you think I am a fool?"

"Let me put it this way. If you really have the ability to get my brother to join the Heavenly Court voluntarily, I will follow you from now on. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"

Xuan Ma smiled coldly, raised the spear in his hand, and was ready to continue fighting with Bixiao. Whether he could win or not was not the point, he would just fight first!
But at this moment, Yang Xuan walked in front of Bixiao, looking at Xuan Ma who was showing the aura of the middle stage of Daluo, his expression remained unchanged, still with a faint smile on his face, as if he had a wisdom in his hand.

"Senior Xuan Ma, please wait. If what I said is true, we can find out if we ask Xuan Niu Xingjun to come to the Netherworld."

"It will take about a thousand years. I think you can wait. If it is proven that what I said is untrue, it will not be too late to take action then."

"But if what I said is correct, then the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, which has put the Black Ox Star Lord in a difficult position, right?"

Hearing this, Xuan Ma paused slightly and frowned.

After thinking carefully for a moment, he felt that what Yang Xuan said made sense. Regardless of whether Yang Xuan was lying or not, as long as Xuan Niu could come to the underworld, he would have a chance to rescue Xuan Niu.

So, Xuanma put down the spear in his hand and nodded.

"Okay, then you can ask your brother to come to the Netherworld!"

After saying that, Xuan Ma sat at the entrance of the village, staring at Yang Xuan intently without even blinking, for fear that Yang Xuan would run away.

Yang Xuan shrugged, not caring at all. He sat cross-legged on Qingluan's back and continued to perfect his plan for the Netherworld...

(End of this chapter)