Reborn flat peach, was overheard by monkeys

Chapter 160 A chance

The abyss of darkness, the sea of ​​blood, surges in.

Without the protection of the twelve-grade fire red lotus, the ancestor of the Styx simply sacrificed Yuantu and Abi. Whether it was the crack in the space or any other messy things, everything that stood in front of him would be slashed with one sword and turned into annihilation.

The incarnation is connected with the mind and mind of the original body, and the ancestor of the Styx also heard what Tathagata said to Taiyi Zhenren.

The Tathagata has been calculating his Asura clan since three thousand years ago!

It’s a good thing that he thought Lingshan had been playing tacit understanding with him over the years and was dividing the underworld together. Now it seems that he was put on by Lingshan!

"The bandits in Lingshan are bald, you can wait for the ancestor! Even if I am fighting hard to lose my energy today, I will flood your Lingshan Mountain and prevent your Xiniu Hezhou from growing!"

The ancestor of the Styx gritted his teeth and was full of murderous intent.

Tens of thousands of deaths were millions of Asuras, and it was nothing to him. The key was that as Vima Shido and others were transformed by the Tathagata, he clearly felt that part of the fortune of the Asuras had been divided.

This is something that the ancestor of the Styx could not accept no matter what!

The sea of ​​blood guarantees that the ancestor of the Styx will be immortal, but Asura is the key to the ancestor of the Styx will attain enlightenment!

Lingshan is not only digging his corner, but also cutting off his foundation for enlightenment. How can he tolerate this?

Suddenly, the ancestor of the Styx felt a sudden change, and stopped suddenly, looking forward.

Buzz!

The black lotus of Destroying World trembled gently, and strange purple lights burst out, forming a light shield around Wutian.

The man was dressed in black, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and a handsome face, but he exuded an evil, cold and lawless temperament.

"Why do you have to make things difficult for the young monk?"

The black lotus light surged, and a figure appeared on the black lotus.

The ancestor of the Styx shouted sternly: "Junior, do you really think that I can't do anything to you by my ancestor!" With a wave of his sleeves, two blood dragons as thick as a mountain suddenly flew out, and rushed towards Wutian with blood rain all over the sky.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that so many people were looking for the whereabouts of this black lotus that destroyed the world, but in the end they fell into the hands of the Western Sect."

Combining himself with the sea of ​​blood allows the Ancestor of Styx to obtain an immortal body that is almost a saint, and there is no need to be afraid of anyone, but this almost cut off his path to further.

The sea of ​​blood will not wither, and the River Styx will not die.

The ancestor of the Styx snorted coldly, but he was too lazy to say anything more. He raised his right hand and the Yuantu sword suddenly flew up and slashed towards Wutian.

Wutian said lightly, two purple lights burst out like lightning, constantly growing, and finally turned into purple dragons about the size of the blood dragon, fighting with them.

Who is this Wulan?

Why have I never heard of him having such cultivation?

The ancestor of the Styx frowned even more, and found that Wutian's cultivation was actually stronger than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and was only slightly worse than the Lord of Lingshan Tathagata.

Although the surging sea of ​​blood was slapped hard, it seemed to be blocked by the embankment, and the speed became slower and slower. Finally, it was stalemate with the purple light in the air, making it difficult to make an inch.

Rumble rumble—

One of the mature lotus seeds turned into the twenty-fourth grade Jingshi Green Lotus, and was later obtained by the Three Qingshu. The red flowers turned into Panlong Bianguai, the white lotus roots turned into the Three Treasure Jade Ruyi, and the lotus leaves turned into the Qingping Sword.

But now, not far from the Ancestor of the Styx, a little black light suddenly appeared, which was a little darker than the Abyss of Darkness, as if it could suck people's eyes in.

When! When!

Abi Yuantu stood on the light shield, and the light shield trembled, looking like it would break at any time.

This is not because the old ancestor of the Styx is so kind and responsible, but because during the catastrophe of the gods, the scene of Hongjun Daozu cleaning up the Tongtian Sect Master is still vivid in his mind, and he is afraid that Hongjun Daozu will attack him.

Almost the moment the two swords flew out, the twelfth-grade black lotus had already shone brightly and covered Wutian.

However, the ancestor of the Styx hid the two swords of Abi Yuantu in the blood dragon's body and used their main body to attack Wutian and caught Wutian off guard.

The ancestor of the Styx frowned, but his hands kept slashing out.

But Wutian had long expected this scene.

However, for Hongjun Daozu, it is not very difficult to dry up the sea of ​​blood.

But Wu Tian didn't give them this opportunity at all. At that moment of stalemate, he retreated directly and hid away with the twelve-grade black lotus in the world.

Wu Tian said the truth, which is indeed his best choice at the moment, but the unquestionable tone was that such false kindness, false righteousness and mercy made him even more angry.

"The ancestor of the Styx, the little monk has no intention of fighting with you. He just wants to persuade you to return to the underworld and not interfere in the affairs of the mortal world again."

After a long time of comfort, you will become stupid!

Even the quasi-saint is no exception!

The other four immature ones are transformed into the twelve-grade fire red lotus, the twelve-grade golden lotus, the twelve-grade white lotus, and the twelve-grade black lotus of destruction.

The Ancestor of the Styx is a innate creature born when the world first opened. It is also the earliest approved saints in the world. He is the same generation as the Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor, and is earlier and older than the 12 Ancestors of Emperor Jundong and the Six Saints.

Wutian did not resist passively this time. Huo De stood up, waved his sleeves, and a purple light surged, dyeing the abyss of darkness on his side purple, and choosing to fight head-on.

The black light gradually grew bigger and finally turned into a black lotus, hanging in nothingness, exuding a heart-pounding breath of death and destruction.

Zheng!

The blood-red sword energy is bright, but it is countless times larger than the long space crack in the abyss of darkness, and countless times more terrifying. It is breathtaking and chilling.

The Abyss of Darkness is a gap in the three realms. There is no sun, moon, stars, no up, down, left, and no light. It is logically impossible to be darker.

Boom!

But to this day, let alone his peers, even the Virgin Virgin, the rising stars like Duobao Tathagata may be stronger than him.

I never thought that today it appeared here.

The Abi sword energy was extremely sharp and directly cut the purple lights all over the sky into the gap. However, before it reached Wutian, there was no remaining strength and the smoke disappeared.

When Wutian saw the sword energy slashing, his expression was calm and calm, as if he had not seen it. It was not until the sword energy reached in front of him that he suddenly glared at his eyes.

Wutian said: "Ancestor of the Styx, although the little monk's cultivation is not as good as you, with the black lotus here, you can't do anything to me. If you insist on going out, the little monk will cut off this sea of ​​blood. Without the support of the sea of ​​blood, even if you incarnate, you will never be an opponent of Tathagata."

When you come and go, you are not at all inferior.

Wutian nodded and said, "The little monk is indeed a monk from Lingshan."

Leaving the Netherworld, in the cracks of the Three Realms, the Ancestor of the Styx dared to let go of his hands to attack without worrying about causing irreparable damage to the Three Realms.

The ancestor of the Styx looked blue and white, and his eyes were staring at Wutian fiercely, wishing he could be eaten alive.

At this moment, the ancestor of the Styx didn't think about the mortal world. With a thought, he summoned the twelve-grade karma fiery red lotus back.

Wutian put his hands behind him, opened his mouth and shut up, and said something like the little monk, but his words were domineering and arrogant, and he only heard the ancestor of the Styx furious.

The leader of the Styx flashed, wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to leave, but at this moment, a purple light flashed, directly cutting off his sea of ​​blood.

The space was twisted and blurred, and the sea of ​​blood rolled with the sword energy, instantly igniting huge waves of millions of feet high, crushing down like a continent. The scene was extremely abrupt and terrifying.

clank!

At this moment, two sword lights suddenly flew out of the blood dragon and instantly shattered the purple dragon, like two meteors, pointing directly at Wutian.

"If you lose the two swords of Abi Yuantu, it will be too late to regret it. Why not recall the twelve-grade fire red lotus in the twelve-grade karma? What if you stop today's affairs?"

However, he did not choose to leave, but picked up the two swords of Abi Yuantu and slashed towards Wutian.

When the world first opened, the 36th-grade Creation Green Lotus that gave birth to Pangu was unable to resist the violent earth, water, fire and wind, and was broken into countless innate magic weapons. Five lotus seeds were nurtured, and they also fell into the prehistoric world.

"Twelve-grade black lotus for the world-destroying world?!" The ancestor of the Styx was shocked.

Almost in a moment, countless space cracks turned into annihilation, and the resulting voids collided with each other, causing the abyss of darkness to expand several times, but the environment also became more dangerous and harsh.

"Little Monk?" The ancestor of the Styx noticed the word "Little Monk", his eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you a monk from Lingshan?"

when!

The sword light slashed on the light cover, and a sound of gold and stone collision erupted. The dazzling light illuminated the entire dark abyss. The extremely terrifying magic power fluctuated like a sword blade sweeping towards all directions.

The red lotus of karma was obtained by the ancestor of the Styx, the golden lotus of merit was taken to the Taoist, the white lotus of the Pure World had never been born, and the black lotus of the Destroyed World was first obtained by the Demon Ancestor Luohu, and then the whereabouts of the whereabouts were unknown as Luohu fell.

"The little monk Wutian paid homage to the ancestor of the Styx." Wutian said lightly.

Wutian shook his head slightly, and while he was alert, his eyes inevitably had a little contempt and disdain.

Wutian even doubted whether the cultivation of the Ancestor Styx has not advanced but retreated over the years?

However, this has nothing to do with him!

All he wants is a chance!

A chance to change everything!

This is also the reason why he promised Tathagata to help him block the Ancestor of the Styx.

"At that time, I will transform Buddhism and even the Three Realms into what I want!"

Wutian's eyes shone brightly and his mood was in agitation.

(End of this chapter)