Chapter 39 The Age of Saints!
After the merits fell, Patriarch Minghe spoke again without any hesitation: "I Minghe, established the Asura Sect to educate the Asura clan, and suppressed the destiny of the Asura Sect with the twelve-grade karma red lotus. I ask Heaven to learn from this!"
The words spread throughout the world, and another thick pillar of merit fell and merged into the body of the Ancestor Styx. The luck of the Ancestor Styx once again increased a lot, but it was still within the category of quasi-sage.
Ancestor Styx's face became extremely ugly!
God is unfair!
Why is there so little merit?
The ancestors of the Asura clan are infinitely stronger than the human race. It’s okay if their merits are not more than those of the human race. But they are actually so much less than the human race. The combined merits of founding the Asura clan and establishing a great religion are not as great as those of Nuwa who created humans. Many merits.
how so!
God is unfair!
The aura in Ancestor Styx's body surged, and huge waves arose in the sea of blood. Ancestor Styx's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Originally, the Ancestor of Styx had planned to kill Jie Yin and Zhunti first, seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and then use the sea of blood as support to create a race more powerful than the human race. After creating the race, he would then establish a religion and teach them All the merits were collected, and he became the strongest saint under Hongjun in one fell swoop, surpassing Sanqing and Nuwa.
However, Jie Yin and Zhunti failed to succeed. The Asura Clan and Asura Sect succeeded in creating, but the merit they received was much less than they imagined.
All plans failed to achieve the expected results.
Zhunti saw through Styx's plan and sneered in his heart. He thought quite beautifully. The human race is the protagonist of the eternal world. The race that is most suitable for the development of the prehistoric world is not comparable to the Asura race.
In terms of strength alone, if any clan of dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, witches, and demons is not powerful, how can it be the turn of the Asura clan.
The merits fell twice, and the movement shook the entire prehistoric world, but it still did not change the situation in the Nine Nether Sea of Blood. It was still two quasi-sages fighting against two saints. No matter how you look at it, they are dead and not alive.
Zhunti glanced at the sea of blood below. After becoming a saint, all the secrets became clear. The two of them also knew the sea of blood below. The origin of the sea of blood was of great use in the prehistoric times and could not be destroyed.
If you don't wipe out the sea of blood, you can't kill Styx. At most, you can only teach Styx a lesson. In this way, the gain is not worth the loss.
Zhunti's eyes turned and he had a plan in his mind. After He Jieyin passed his breath, Zhunti looked towards the River Styx. In an instant, the mighty power of the saint swept out. The power of the saint filled the air, like the sky falling apart and the earth cracking, and the roaring sea of blood. It was suppressed in an instant, and the sea surface was as smooth as a mirror, without any waves.
"Styx, you planned to kill my two brothers. You should have been wiped out right now, but I remember the love of listening together in the past and spared your life!"
"Today you owe me a great cause and effect to the Western religion, and my disciples will take it back in the future!"
After saying that, Zhunti turned to look at Kunpeng, "Kunpeng, in the past you gave up your seat for my two senior brothers in Zixiao Palace. My two senior brothers owe you a great cause and effect."
"If you want to plot against us two today, you must understand the cause and effect in the past."
As soon as the words fell, the figures of Jie Yin and Zhunti disappeared instantly, and the overwhelming holy power that filled the sea of blood also dissipated.
Everything was calm, only the two of them were left standing there, stealing the chicken but losing the rice. Instead of getting the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they had a cause and effect.
How can the cause and effect of a saint be so easy to repay? Ancestor Styx's face was extremely gloomy, but fortunately, he finally came back with his life.
However, if the saint does not take action, will it be impossible to wipe out the sea of blood?
Ancestor Styx narrowed his eyes slightly, and an idea came to his mind. If this was the case, he would be able to rest easy. It's a pity that this guess can only be a guess. If you don't guess correctly and anger the saint rashly, you will really die.
Styx sighed and turned into a streak of blood and disappeared into the sea of blood.
"Styx, you caused me to owe the saint a cause and effect. How do I understand this matter?"
Kunpeng looked at the monstrous sea of blood below and said through gritted teeth.
The more Kunpeng thought about it, the angrier he became. If it weren't for Styx's instigation, he would still be staying in the heavenly palace. Zhunti and Jieyin became saints. The two saints owed him karma and gave up their seats, so why weren't they more comfortable than Styx.
It's fine now. After walking through the sea of blood, the saint's karma is gone!
He gave up his seat and the holy position, but in the end he got nothing. The saint's way of understanding cause and effect still didn't kill him. Kunpeng really wanted to cry without tears.
This made Kunpeng, who had just saved a small life, feel a sudden change in his mood.
"Get out!"
"If you dare to make noise again, don't blame the ancestor for being ruthless under the sword!"
Huge waves surged above the blood sea, and a fierce murderous intention swept through the blood sea, making Kunpeng's heart tremble.
Kunpeng's face changed slightly, and he dodged away from the Nine Nether Blood Sea. In the wilderness, Kunpeng looked at the blood sea below, his eyes full of resentment.
"Styx, you are going too far!"
"Don't fall into the hands of this demon master in the future, otherwise I will make you look good!"
After saying these cruel words, Kunpeng immediately turned around and returned to heaven.
Ancestor Styx has the support of the sea of blood, and his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary quasi-sage peaks. It is more reliable to stay with the Demon Emperor. Even if Styx is extremely courageous, he would not dare to go wild in the heaven!
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Zhonghuang Mountain!
Jiang Haofeng looked at the west calmly. The two sages of the west had also returned to their positions. Since then, the six sages of heaven have completely returned to their positions, and the prehistoric era has also entered the era of saints.
From now on, the most powerful men in the ancient world will always be immortal saints, and the entire ancient world has become a chessboard for saints to compete.
From now on, until the battle between the lich and the saint takes the Meteor Holy Pill, a period of many calamities will belong to the saint!
Jiang Haofeng secretly withdrew his gaze, all this had little to do with the human race at present.
The next step in the prehistoric period is the period when a group of innate saints become disciples. Nothing major will happen in a short period of time. This period of time is one of the few times that the human race can use to increase their power, and it cannot be wasted.
After the saint has finished recruiting his disciples, the catastrophe of the lich will be coming soon, and the human race will be in trouble...
The entire human race began to practice again, especially the innate human race and the hidden lineage people, who practiced particularly hard.
When the human race was cultivating, the entire prehistoric world was shaken. Countless creatures traveled across mountains and rivers towards Mount Sumeru and Kunlun Mountain, trying hard to become the disciples of the saints. For a time, Mount Kunlun and Mount Sumeru became the focus of the entire prehistoric world.
As time goes by, more and more innate beings come to worship the saint and listen to the saint's way. The number of human races in the three religions of Jie, Chan, and Xixi is increasing rapidly, and their fortunes are booming. Especially the Jie religion has thousands of disciples. On Kunlun Mountain, The place is full of Jiejiao disciples.
And all of this did not disturb the human race.
(End of chapter)