The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

After Yang Li punched and kicked, Kunpeng was very reluctant, so besides carrying Yang Li, he carried Styx on his back.

Minghe is also a little proud, the patriarch Kunpeng, the boss of the monster clan, is now his own mount.

It's just that the kid behind him touching his head from time to time is too annoying.

Yang Li pinched Minghe's little face again, thinking of his younger brother in his previous life, he loved this child even more, and he was sure in his heart that I would be Minghe's godfather.

The journey was not peaceful, did you ever see Yang Li's strange beasts coming to attack, Yang Li waved his fists and killed all directions, Kunpeng was used to it, and Minghe was stunned for a while.

This is a strange beast with the blood of three thousand demon gods, right?When the chaos first opened, the Three Thousand Ways gave birth to the Three Thousand Demon Gods, and Pan Gu Dazun was one of them, and he was a descendant of Pan Gu. Speaking of which, this strange beast is also a distant relative.

Along with Styx's wild thoughts, his distant relative's head was hammered off, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, and was taken into the system space by Yang Li.

Ming He shuddered, and heard Yang Li muttering behind him, deciding whether to eat this strange beast steamed or roasted.

Kunpeng's magic power was not there, so he flew with all his strength, and it took three days to fly to the entrance of the Styx River to this place.

Relying on the formation method when Styx sacrificed to the sea of ​​blood outside, Styx connected to the aura of the Great Desolate Continent, and finally a ray of light appeared in the dark sky at the end of the road.

The passage back to the Great Desolation is about to open.

At this time, outside the passage, Styx's men in charge of responding were on duty.

These people include Blood Dao Blood Demons, Killer Dao giants, and many demon kings of the Nether Lord Asura Dao.

Among them, the demon king of Zizai Tianboxun, the demon king of Brahma, the demon king of desire and lust, and the demon king Shiva are the leaders.

The spiritual energy of the formation left by the Patriarch Styx rose, and endless blood light shot up into the sky, and tens of millions of miles of the Great Desolate Continent were shrouded in blood clouds.

Seeing such visions, all the demon kings were overjoyed.

The Demon King Bo Xun shouted: "The ancestor is about to return to the prehistoric world, and everyone must wait for it with reverence."

Shiva beamed and said: "The ancestor was the first-class power under the sage before. Now that he has exhausted the sea of ​​blood, he has to see the secret of the end of the road. He must become a sage. No matter how bad he is, his power must be one step closer. I'm afraid even a saint would have to be a bit jealous."

"Haha, my Asura clan was carefully created by the ancestors, and the merits of the heavens are equal to the merits of Nuwa's creation of human beings. However, my clan was trapped in the sea of ​​blood by the prehistoric clans on the grounds that they were too murderous. , now that our ancestors have returned, who would dare to stop our clan from being officially born?"

The Great Brahma Heavenly Demon King, the Desire Realm Heavenly Demon King, etc. were overjoyed.

The blood was shining brightly, and the murderous aura soared to the sky.

A hole opened in the sky, and a fat bird flew out under the eyes of all the demon kings, and landed on the ground.

On the back of the bird, two figures, one big and one small, are Yang Li and Ming He.

Yang Li was taken aback by the scene outside. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw blood clouds surging all over the sky, gathering into a blood column in a blink of an eye, pouring straight into Styx's body.

He quickly walked away from Styx, and when he turned his head, he saw the group of Styx's subordinates.

Most of the innate gods are born in human form, and so is Nu Wa, so the human race was created according to her own appearance.

Styx imitated Nuwa to create the Asura tribe, and he also had this idea, but after all, he was restless and had too many thoughts, so the Asura tribe in his hands was one by one, either with three eyes and eight hands, or strange horns that could not distinguish between men and women.

Are all races in this world like this?
Trying to restrain his discriminatory emotions, Yang Liyong tried to communicate with them in the most gentle tone.

"Are you relatives of Styx? Don't worry, this kid Styx suffered a little bit, but it's nothing serious. At most, he was a little frightened."

what what?
This greeting stunned Demon King Bo Xun and other demon leaders.

Styx?Child?
Could it be that this young man is some innate sage whom I don't know?

Bo Xun asked cautiously:
"Bo Xun, a villain from the Asura clan, may I ask your Excellency?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, my name is Yang Li, an unknown soldier, I saved Styx in the secret realm, and was recognized by Styx as godfather."

Yang Li was still a little embarrassed. After all, Styx was still a child. Looking smart, what he said was childish after all. This godfather was a bit forceful.

"Old... old... the godfather of the old ancestor?"

When Bo Xun and the Demon King heard the news, they backed away in shock, unable to believe it was true.

Behind Yang Li, Styx, who had absorbed the power of the formation and basically recovered his cultivation, could not help being dazzled with anger when he heard Yang Li reveal his identity as godfather to his subordinates.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about it too much. He stretched out his small hand to the sky, and two streams of light came in an instant, one on the left and the other on the right. He held it in his hands. It was his companion Lingbao——Yuantu, Abi's double swords.

As mentioned above, Styx was conceived by the dirty blood that was differentiated from the body of Pan Gu after he opened the sky, so he inherited part of the merits of creating the world. After he was born, he was not only protected by the boundless sea of ​​blood, but also three treasures bestowed by heaven.

The first one is the twelfth-grade karmic fire red lotus, which is invulnerable to all magic, has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and can release countless red lotus karmic fires to burn and kill everything. It is definitely one of the top innate spiritual treasures.

The second and third ones are Yuantu and Abi's two supreme treasures of killing Dao. They kill nothing and do not occupy cause and effect.

Looking at Yang Li who was defenseless, Ming He smiled ferociously, gathered his energy, and swung Yuantu Abi to chop Yang Li's back.

It was too late to say it, and there was a crisp sound of "Dang". Yang Li noticed that someone had patted his back on the left and right, and turned around in doubt. He saw Ming He standing in place with his eyes wide open. , with his mouth open enough to swallow a fist, he was stunned.

Two gray swords fell to the ground like garbage.

"Styx, why are you so naughty? Don't litter, it's not good to destroy the environment."

Yang Li was a little annoyed, and bent down to pick up the Yuantu Abi swords. Seeing that there were cracks on the sword body, he frowned, and found a pit to bury the broken sword that should have been buried long ago. Space took out a shovel, forced it into Styx's hand, and said:

"Swords are too dangerous, even broken swords won't work. Come on, children should play with this kind of thing."

"Who's the kid."

Stimulated by this, Styx finally woke up, raised his arms and planned to throw the shovel away, but suddenly sensed the hidden breath of the shovel, and couldn't help being stunned again.

Is this... the aura of Primordial Purple Qi?

Hongmeng Ziqi is the foundation of the Dao, the cause of saints, Hongjun Daozu, Sanqing Nuwa and others, only with Hongmeng Ziqi can they become saints.

Although there is only a trace of primordial purple energy contained in this shovel, Styx is after all a first-class existence below the saints, relying on this trace of energy may not be unable to have a chance to soar into the sky.

What's more, the aura of chaos emitted by the shovel is very ancient, and it is probably an innate treasure far surpassing Yuan Tu's two swords, even the twelfth-grade fire red lotus.

"What... is this magic weapon?"

Styx laughed and cried, and fell to the ground.

Yang Li thought Ming He was having a child's temper, so he coaxed him to say:
"Do you want it? I still have a lot, and I'll give you all to play with."

As he said that, he took out various shovels, hoes, iron rods and other items from the system space. These were the tools the system gave him to build a house when he first crossed over. Seeing that Styx seemed to like it very much, Yang Lizhen planned to Give it to this godson.

When each of these things is taken out, it can bring the rhythm of the avenue of heaven and earth, and the unique breath of the majestic purple energy is entangled in it.

The eyes of Kunpeng next to him were all wide open. He had followed Yang Li for many years at the end of the Dao. He was limited by his lack of spiritual power. He didn't know that Yang Li's tools were all such treasures. He was so regretful that his guts were green.

Originally, he knew that Yang Li was definitely not something he could provoke, so after leaving the Great Dao, he planned to find an opportunity to sneak away and return to the Heavenly Court to continue to be a demon master under the Heavenly Emperor and above hundreds of millions of demons, but after witnessing this Such a treasure, how could he be willing to leave.

No, if you continue pretending to be a chicken, at least you need a hoe.

He didn't dare to speak out. At the end of the avenue, Yang Li talked to himself all day long. He didn't dare to answer the words. He was afraid that Yang Li would find something strange. If he showed that he could talk and communicate now, then Yang Li Li estimated that he could eat him raw on the spot.

Thinking of that scene, Kunpeng shrank his neck and clucked twice as if nothing had happened.

It's hard being a chicken.

It's even harder to be a talking chicken.