Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 186: The Saints Come in the Form of Reincarnation

Faced with the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, Holy Mother Taiyuan was helpless and had to fly towards another place, barely getting rid of the entanglement of the Three Treasures' light and the Seven-Colored Wonderful Light.

And in a moment, a flat crutch appeared silently and hit downwards suddenly. Holy Mother Taiyuan screamed and was knocked to the ground. She rolled several times, her hair crown fell off, her hair was disheveled, and even her clothes were covered with dirt.

The flat crutch returned to the hands of the great master Xuandu. Looking at the treasure in his hand, he praised: "Master's way of inaction is indeed amazing. Even the Holy Mother Taiyuan did not notice my movement."

Guangchengzi did not forget Laozi's instructions and immediately pointed out: "The so-called Wuwei is to do nothing and yet be able to do everything. It is precisely because you can do everything that you do nothing."

Master Xuandu thought for a moment, and seemed to be on the verge of understanding this important hurdle. After a little thought, he would be able to break through the bottleneck and achieve Daluo cultivation.

For a mortal to reach such a realm in less than ten thousand years, it can be seen how convenient it is for this follower.

It is even possible that Master Xuandu could enter the Hunyuan realm faster than Guangchengzi. After all, the catastrophe could trap Guangchengzi, but not Master Xuandu.

When these three people used the saint's supreme treasure, Holy Mother Taiyuan was beaten so badly that she had no temper at all. In the end, she could only scream and immediately covered her face and ran away.

As a great innate god, and an existence who listened to teachings in Zixiao Palace, she was beaten so badly by three juniors in the end. I'm sure that for several kalpas, Holy Mother Taiyuan would not dare to go out.

By the time the fight here is over, the struggle between the Styx Patriarch and the Witch Hou Tu will be almost over.

With the deployment of the blood sea formation, the ancestor of the Styx had almost trapped the ancestor witch Hou Tu. Finally, he began to continuously draw power from the filthy blood sea and transported the huge blood cocoon to the bottom of the blood sea, intending to seal it forever.

Seeing that the blood cocoon was getting lower and lower and was beginning to be covered by blood, the ancestor of the Styx smiled with satisfaction and left, while Guangchengzi and the other two came over.

Looking at the blood cocoon, Guang Chengzi frowned slightly and thought to himself, "Even if this Ancestral Witch Hou Tu cannot defeat the Ancestral Witch Ming He, she shouldn't be so weak. And judging from her posture, she actually wants to be sealed. It's really strange. And why don't other Ancestral Witches come?"

The battle between Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, and Minghe, the noise of such a battle would naturally not be small. Even though the prehistoric world is now shrouded in calamity, those ancestor witches would not be able to find out about it for a while.

But after such a long time, those great gods who were watching should have spread the news, but the other ancestor witches were still so calm, which was really not right.

Guang Chengzi asked, "Uncle Minghe, I wonder how you plan to deal with this Hou Tu Zu Wu."

The Styx Patriarch said casually: “This Hou Tu is at least a great god of the twelfth heaven of the Primordial Chaos. After I completely seal her, I can start to extract her flesh and blood and turn it into part of the sea of ​​blood.

You have also cultivated the Blood God Son, so you naturally know how rare such flesh and blood is. I am afraid that in the entire prehistoric world, except for the Six Saints of the Dao Ancestor and the King of Ferocious Beasts, there is no other flesh and blood that can compare with the Ancestral Witch.

You are lucky now. After I have prepared Hou Tu, I will give you some of her to cultivate the Blood God Son. You will have at least three Hunyuan Blood God Sons, and you will be able to set up a Three Talents Formation to protect yourself."

The ancestor of the Styx has always been generous to Guangchengzi, and the great master Xuandu and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have long been accustomed to it.

But Guangchengzi did not laugh, but kept staring at the blood cocoon, thinking that it was impossible for the ancestor witch Hou Tu to be defeated like this.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in the Patriarch of the Styx. If the fight goes on slowly, Guangchengzi will naturally think that the Patriarch of the Styx will win, even if a few ancestor witches are added.

Even with the presence of the twelve ancestor witches, they could at best draw with the ancestor of the Styx in the filthy sea of ​​blood.

But the problem was that Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, was defeated too quickly and too miserably, and she actually became a fabricated existence. This really surprised and abnormal Guangchengzi.

As the saying goes, when something is abnormal, there must be something wrong. There must be something wrong with Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches!

Looking at the even more horrifying scene at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, had already gained some insights. At this moment, in the filthiest place in the world, she was able to completely break free from all shackles and feel the mystery of heaven.

Even though she didn't have a soul, she truly felt the feeling of traveling freely in the universe. This feeling was so wonderful that she couldn't forget it.

No wonder so many great gods disparaged the Wu clan as inferior to the upper class. If Hou Tu were to possess the primordial spirit, she would probably feel the same way.

"That's it, that's it."

And in this feeling, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, grasped a secret of the future.

In this secret, because the Heavenly Dao refused to operate the soul, and the Six Saints always ignored these trivial matters, the various souls in the prehistoric world increased more and more, and finally even endangered one side and occupied the underground.

Afterwards, the six saints jointly evolved a world called the Netherworld as a place to receive souls.

From now on, any living being that dies will fall into the underworld.

In the underworld, there is no life or death, only the wailing and crying of countless souls. There is no hope of life at all, and everything will come to an end.

Although the prehistoric world regained its sanctity, it was still too sad for these souls.

At this moment, Hou Tu Zu Wu also understood the task that Father God Pangu had given her. She was immediately shaken all over, as if lightning was flowing through her body, and she became numb and trembling.

But as a descendant of Pangu, Hou Tu Zu Wu could not refuse Pangu's mission. Moreover, if this matter was done, it would definitely gain great merit and bring a glimmer of hope for the Wu clan. Without the interference of those resentful souls, the fortune of the Wu clan would be restored to its original state.

It is a good thing for Honghuang and also for the witch clan. Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, doesn’t know how to refuse, or she doesn’t want to refuse. For her, this may be the best destination.

Under the protection of the Nine-Sky Xirang that was dozens of people tall, the ancestor witch Hou Tu slowly stood up and bowed with tears in her eyes towards the places where the ancestor witches were.

The ancient witches hidden deep underground seemed to have sensed all of this, and they were all in a panic, as if something they loved was about to be lost. They immediately rushed out of the ground like crazy and learned the news about Hou Tu.

Knowing that the ancestor of the Styx dared to attack their little sister, they were all furious and immediately ran towards the filthy sea of ​​blood. They also used the connection between the ancestor witches to tell Hou Tu not to be afraid.

The relationship between the Twelve Ancestral Witches is greater than that of the entire Witch clan combined.

They created the witch clan, how could they compare to their own brothers and sisters?

So Xihe killed Houyi and committed suicide immediately after his death. The Twelve Ancestral Witches could sigh and not cause trouble for the Moon.

But if the Ancestor of the Styx dares to do anything to Houtu, the Twelve Ancestral Witches will swear to completely refine the entire filthy sea of ​​blood, and hunt down the Ancestor of the Styx to the ends of the earth. They will not give up even if they have to leave the prehistoric world for this, otherwise they will not be human beings!
Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, also felt the voice transmission from her brothers and sisters. She had a smile on her face, but two lines of tears slowly fell, as if she was sighing that she would never see her relatives again.

Then she stopped hesitating and chanted, "Father God, I, the Wu clan, feel that the souls in the world have nowhere to go. I am so miserable and sad. So I made a great wish and am willing to sacrifice my body to reincarnate and move the souls of the ancient world. Heaven will bear witness to this!"

Boom!

As these words were spoken, the entire prehistoric world began to tremble continuously, as if a saint had appeared, and an extremely huge object was slowly emerging.

The Styx ancestors who were near the filthy sea of ​​blood felt the most magnificent thing. They saw the blood sea formation spontaneously collapse, and the ancestor witch Hou Tu also rushed into the sky and turned into the ancestor witch's original form.

I saw a huge god with a human head and a snake body, seven hands behind his back, two hands in front of his chest, and holding Teng Snakes in his hands. He was about a billion feet tall and appeared.

The god-woman walked on the sea with her tail dragging on the ground, constantly speaking of her great wishes. With every word, part of the god-woman collapsed and turned into a huge object, but she still had no regrets and kept speaking.

As the voice spread throughout the ancient world, all the souls between heaven and earth knelt down and kowtowed to this huge god, expressing their gratitude for the great god's mercy and willingness to sacrifice their lives so that they could have someone to rely on.

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and the soul returns to Hou Tu. You have no need to suffer in vain, and no need to grieve. Death is the beginning of life, and life is the end of death. There is no need to cover this up. I wish to transform myself into reincarnation and start a new cycle, so that you will not suffer, will not dissipate, will not fall, will have no highs or lows, will be supreme and invincible. This is my way. I wish to protect you in every life. This supreme wish is my great deed and my foundation!"

All kinds of wonderful words rang out between heaven and earth, and they were all singing the "Hou Tu Ben Yuan Yuan Sutra" together. With every line sung, countless souls rushed towards it.

No matter how painful and hideous these souls were originally, when they were near this god, they almost all became calm, waiting for reincarnation.

By the time the twelve witch ancestors arrived, the god was already close to nothingness. He seemed to sense their presence, turned around and smiled at them, then shouted: "I am Hou Tu, and I will transform myself into reincarnation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the last trace of Hou Tu completely disappeared, and in its place was a huge, dark and deep roulette wheel.

There are six holes on this roulette wheel, and each hole represents a way of reincarnation, but only a few of the holes are lit, indicating that this path can lead to reincarnation.

Countless souls suddenly roared and rushed into these glowing holes. Then the huge wheel began to rotate continuously, sending these souls into countless unborn fetuses.

"Houtu!"

"younger sister!"

"Why are you the one going to reincarnate? Why are you asking us to go for you?"

The twelve ancient witches howled in grief, and some even started killing people everywhere, using these methods to relieve their inner distress.

Among them, Xuanming, who had the closest relationship with Hou Tu and was the only one of the two female ancestor witches, had her eyes turned white and she almost fell to the ground. She spit out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a blood mist. The pain in her heart was almost impossible to tell to others.

At this moment, the witch ancestors also saw the ancestor of the Styx not far away. All of them had fierce eyes, and it was obvious that they wanted to avenge Hou Tu who was trapped earlier.

The old man of the Styx had a sneer on his face, obviously not afraid.

Just when the two groups were about to fight, a voice sang from the sky: "The Three Pure Ones have descended, the gods have retreated, and heaven and earth are silent!"

In the distance, two voices also sang loudly: "Nuwa goddess has arrived, please retreat in silence, do not offend her!"

"The Western leader has arrived, and the world will be purified. Those who violate the rules will be annihilated!"

　I originally wanted to write in detail about the battle of Holy Mother Taiyuan, but after writing it, I felt that it was a bit of a word-count scam, so I deleted it and summarized it briefly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)