Ask the ancestors to make decisions for the Eagle Clan

Chapter 559 Styx Appears
"Is this the entrance to the underworld?"

Mo Lin was surrounded by a hazy cyan dao light, and his eyes were full of divine light, which could be clearly seen through the dark entrance that distorts time and space in front of him.

The majestic city walls are black and red, and at the farthest point, there is a majestic checkpoint, a city wall made of bluestone, with three flying and phoenix characters written on the gate, the gate of hell!
In front of the gate of hell, there is a narrow path, this is Huangquan Road, if you step on Huangquan Road, you will be separated from yin and yang!
At this time, the prehistoric world, the creatures attached to the prehistoric billions of worlds, are all walking on this Huangquan Road with a confused expression. This Huangquan Road seems to be just a small path, but it contains infinite time and space, even if it can accommodate hundreds of millions of creatures The soul seems to be more than enough!

And after entering the gate of ghosts, there is a huge high platform, which is the looking-home platform, which allows ghosts to look back at their loved ones in the mortal world for the last time.

After Wangxiang Terrace, there is Fengdu, the capital of the underworld. There are six reincarnation bridges in the underworld, connecting the six realms of reincarnation transformed by the ancestral witches of Houtu. After passing through the underworld, if the sins are eliminated, the creatures can enter the six realms of reincarnation and be born again. In the prehistoric world and the world!
Rumble!
Just when Mo Lin was about to step into the underworld, the originally calm and boundless sea of ​​blood directly set off a monstrous wave of blood that was billions of feet high!
Goo, goo, goo!

Infinite blood condensed in the sky, and in Mo Lin's slightly discolored expression, a twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus, lingering with infinite karma flames, slowly took shape!

In this karmic red lotus, sits a figure, exuding an extremely terrifying quasi-sage perfection aura!
A man wearing a wide and fat robe, with two scarlet daggers suspended beside him, exuding an endless sense of killing and clanging, as if he wanted to kill heaven and earth and kill all living beings. On the two daggers, they respectively Inscribed with the small characters Abi Yuantu.

"Ancestor Ming He?"

Looking at the terrifying figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, Mo Lin naturally knew the identity of the other party, and his expression was slightly apprehensive.

This kind of ancient congenital sacredness of the same era as the Sanqing sages, not to mention the perfect state of quasi-sages, is also accompanied by Abi Yuantu, who kills people without karma, and the congenital top-grade spiritual treasure industry fire red lotus, which has refined 8000 billion million The avatar of the Son of the Blood God claims that the sea of ​​blood will never dry up, and the river of the Styx will never fall, it is extremely difficult to deal with!

Moreover, Mo Lin had also beheaded Bo Xun, the demon king under his command, before, the two sides were neither enemies nor friends!
Thinking of this, Mo Lin's body was surrounded by a cyan dao light, and his aura suddenly rose. Looking at the ancestor Styx in front of him, his pupils were full of fighting spirit!
However, what Mo Lin didn't expect was that the ancestor Minghe in front of him got up first and bowed to him, with a gentle smile on his face, and said:

"Styx, I met my little friend!"

Perhaps sensing Mo Lin's fighting spirit, Patriarch Styx smiled again and said:

"My little friend may have misunderstood something. That day, the demon king Bo Xun was under the command of the demon ancestor Luohu. Although he joined my Styx clan, he refused to obey the discipline. My little friend killed him, which saved me from doing it!"

"Oh?"

Seeing the good-hearted Patriarch Styx in front of him, Mo Lin's vigilance did not relax. This kind of congenital and sacred old-fashioned quasi-sage and consummation powerhouse who survived the Lich's calamity was as treacherous as a ghost, with deep scheming, How could he be credulous.

"Little friend, is this going to the underworld?"

Seeing the alert look on Mo Lin's face, Patriarch Styx didn't seem to care, and just asked with a smile.

Mo Lin trespassed into the land of the sea of ​​blood, and even beheaded Bo Xun, the demon king of the sky, and the ancestor Minghe of the blood sea used his killing to prove the Tao. How could he have such a good temper!

However, Patriarch Styx is not a fool. There are only so many quasi-sages in the prehistoric world, such as the Kunpeng from the Demon Master's Palace, Zhen Yuanzi from Wuzhuangguan, etc. He can count every one of them like a treasure!

The most important thing is that in the prehistoric world, the most important thing is to follow!
Except for those prehistoric congenital sages who possessed great merit and good luck and were able to become quasi-sages, looking at the prehistoric people, who among the other congenital beings and acquired beings could become quasi-sages?
Don't talk about quasi-sages, if you can't follow your feet, don't even think about Da Luo Jinxian!

Mo Lin in front of him possessed such strength, and his whole body exuded the orthodox magic power of Taoism!
Except for those six saints who could cultivate such a strong man, Styx could never have imagined that there are other possibilities!

Although he claims that the sea of ​​blood never dries up and the Styx never falls, the gap between a saint and a quasi-sage is like the gap between an ant and a real dragon. Even the strongest quasi-sage can't resist a blow from a saint at all. !
This is also the reason why Styx has such a good attitude towards Mo Lin!

Without him, I can't afford to provoke him!

The six sages of the prehistoric, the Sanqing, and the two sages of the West, which one does not protect its shortcomings?Once the saint strikes, his boundless sea of ​​blood will evaporate, and he will also die!

What is it that Styx was able to survive from the lich and live until now?
Is it strength?

Do not!
Relying on this prudence and prudence!
"Exactly!"

Mo Lin opened his mouth lightly, he could feel that Styx seemed to be really not hostile, and in a real fight, he had the innate treasure Chaos Clock by his side, so he was fearless.

"At the time, the Houtu ancestor witch was kind. Seeing hundreds of millions of souls and souls displaced in the prehistoric era, he evolved the six reincarnations with himself, and then used the human book of life and death, and the judge's pen to evolve the hell! The witch clan was defeated in the Lich calamity. Do you know where the pure-blooded witches have gone?"

Patriarch Styx, as an innate saint at the same time as the Sanqing, knew many secrets of the ancient lich's calamity period.

At this time, when he saw that Mo Lin wanted to enter the underworld, a smile appeared on his face and he asked.

"Could it be that the remaining pure-blooded witches all went to the underworld?"

Mo Lin seemed to think of something, and asked in surprise.

The twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan all perished before the liches, but there are still many pure-blood witch clans and great witches left.

It's just that after the Lich's catastrophe, these pure-blooded witches have all disappeared.

As for Chi You and his subordinates who fought against Xuanyuan, they were no longer pure-blooded witches, but mixed-blooded human witches!

"Exactly! These pure-blooded witches entered the underworld, and were blessed by the empress Pingxin, who was transformed into the corpse of the ancestor witches, to obtain the ten halls of hell and enjoy continuous merit to repay the karma owed by the witches. Bless the blood of the Wu Clan from being cut off!"

Patriarch Styx continued to speak.

"But, what does this have to do with me entering the underworld?"

Knowing such a secret, Mo Lin was slightly startled, and immediately asked.

"Those pure-blooded witches, great witches, don't have a very good temper. They claim to be the authentic Pangu sect, they don't respect heaven and earth, and they don't worship saints. Not to mention you, even I, will feel sulky when they enter this hell!"

Hearing Mo Lin's words, Patriarch Styx smiled wryly, as if he had suffered in the underworld.

After all, there are not only witches in the underworld, but the Pingxin empress transformed by the good corpse of Houtu, and the Meng Po who was transformed by the evil corpse of Houtu. The quasi-sage is perfect, and he is no match for him in the underworld!

"Oh? What's your opinion, Fellow Daoist!"

Hearing what Patriarch Styx said, Mo Lin was not in a hurry to enter the underworld.

After all, Styx, as the master of the Asura in the six realms of reincarnation, is not welcome in the underworld. He, a prehistoric friar, will definitely not be well received if he enters the underworld rashly.

"It's not a good idea. As the master of the Asura Dao, even though I'm not welcome in the underworld, I still have a three-point face. If a fellow Taoist believes in me, I will take the fellow Taoist to the underworld. It will be less troublesome! "

Old Ancestor Minghe said, after seeing Mo Lin's heels and speculating about Mo Lin's background, he decided to make friends with Mo Lin and form a good relationship.

After all, he, the Patriarch Styx, the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Asura Path, although he seems to be beautiful.

But if you don't become a saint for a day, you will be an ant after all. Mo Lin is a disciple of a saint, and his strength and feet are both unparalleled. Ancestor Styx naturally wants to make friends!
"good!"

Mo Lin thought about it for a while, this matter is not harmful to him, he has the Chaos Clock, the Pure World White Lotus by his side, plus the fifth round of Xuan Gong, he is not afraid of Styx plotting against him!
Most importantly, Mo Lin has always had a lot of doubts about the legendary witch clan and the Houtu ancestor witch who turned into reincarnation.

For example, in the reincarnation of the ancestral shaman, did his body die, or is he still alive?

If Houtu survives, then under the blessing of the power of reincarnation in the entire underworld, Houtu's power is definitely comparable to that of a saint, or even surpassed a saint!
This kind of existence, if it can form an alliance with it.

Stop teaching, and you won't be in the bad situation of being besieged by four saints in the future Conferred God Calamity!

Thinking in this way, Mo Lin and Patriarch Minghe went straight into the underworld.

(End of this chapter)