: Hell Yellow Spring

After seeing Hongyun nodding in agreement, the smile on Houtu's face completely bloomed, making people dazzled.
Even if Hongyun is now a saint, he is slightly lost in his eyes at this moment.
But soon he stabilized his mind, pretending to be nonchalant: "If this is the case, then I will go to the Hell Huangquan party after this time."
Houtu smiled and nodded.
The two immediately soared into the sky and flew towards the place of the yellow spring of hell.
The Primordial Continent is extremely vast, and even if it is the cultivation base of the quasi-saint level in the future, it will take a while to go to the Hell Yellow Spring.
The two of them flew high in the sky, looking down at the desolate continent below, observing the scene above.
I saw it on the prehistoric continent, and almost everywhere you could see it were the souls of creatures wandering aimlessly on the prehistoric continent.
Some time later.
During their flight.
There are more and more dead souls on the ground, and there are dead souls in almost every place.
Some time later.
When the two looked at the prehistoric continent below again.
I saw that above the land, there were countless dead souls that were constantly walking in one direction.
Hou Tu couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The creatures and souls they saw before were all wandering aimlessly in the prehistoric continent.
But now these dead souls seem to be different from the previous ones.
This made her wonder.
When these dead souls were walking, new dead souls continued to join them, gradually converging into a river of dead souls.
In an orderly and gradually walking toward the front continuously.
Seeing this, Hong Yun couldn't help but smile: "It seems that the Hell Huangquan is not far ahead."
After hearing the words, Houtu showed a curious look in his eyes.
The two followed a group of dead souls and walked to a sea of ​​blood, only to see a river-like existence.
The densely packed souls all jumped towards the sea of ​​blood.
The soul jumped out of the sea of ​​blood and sank in an instant.
However, there are still some dead souls, undulating in the sea of ​​blood, constantly struggling in it.
Hong Yun sighed and said, "This is the Nether Blood Sea beside the Yellow Spring of Hell."
Houtu saw that the dead souls were already covered in it, struggling in it.
As more and more souls jumped into it.
The sea of ​​blood became more crowded.
The face of the dead soul became even more hideous.
So I couldn't bear it, and I was about to raise his hand to save the dead souls from the sea, when I saw a person jumping out of the sea.
Hou Tu couldn't help being shocked because of its shameless appearance, but with the level of cultivation of the two corpse quasi-sages.
After seeing the two of Hongyun, the man showed a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Who is you, come to my ghost and blood."
Hong Yun looked at the person in front of him, and said, "You are the ancestor of Styx."
The ancestor Styx showed his expression and said: "Yes, the old man is the master of this sea of ​​blood, ancestor Styx."
He didn't expect that he had lived in a sea of ​​blood for thousands of years. Even Hongjun's preaching was just listening from a distance outside the temple.
But people still remember him as an innate and demon.
Hong Yun smiled and said: "Poverty Dao Hongyun, I have seen Styx Taoist friends."
Houtu said: "Houtu has seen fellow Taoists."
The ancestor Styx looked surprised, and said: "Are you the Red Cloud Saint?"
Hongyun smiled and nodded.
Old Ancestor Styx smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, the dignified Red Cloud Saint would actually come to this filthy land of the old man."
When Hongyun became a holy, the coercion spread throughout the prehistoric continent, his blood sea is naturally not listed.
Before that time, Hongyun's aura had subsided, and he didn't recognize it for a while.
And it’s not bad that the ancestors of the river said that the sea of ​​blood is a dirty land.
After all, this place was transformed by a mess of Pangu's blood, even though it contained a placenta, it couldn't change this.
Hong Yun said: "Friends of the Daoist are joking. When I come this time, I see that in the sea of ​​blood, the prehistoric creatures are full, why is there a steady stream of prehistoric creatures and dead souls coming."
The ancestor of the Styx said helplessly: "This place is transformed by Pangu's belly button, which contains the placenta, which is very attractive to those dead souls, so even if the dead souls here are full, there are still dead souls coming."
Hou Tu was surprised: "Is there no solution?"
The ancestor of Styx shook his head and said, "On the prehistoric continent, there are hundreds of millions of creatures living around the branch. Only here can be accommodated after death."
"But the sea of ​​blood is only so big, and it is full now, but the undead souls of the prehistoric creatures are always increasing."
"Hey, it's hard to say..."
Hearing this, Houtu showed a thoughtful look on his face.
Just now.
A strange race appeared in the sea of ​​blood. One of them came to the side of the ancestor of the river Styx and said: "Ancestor, there is no place for dead souls in the sea of ​​blood."
"Nowadays, I and other people can only squeeze in a small place, and many people are already dissatisfied."
The ancestor Styx sighed, then turned around and said, "Let the two Taoist friends laugh."
Hong Yun looked at the person in front of him and thought: "This is the Asura clan created by fellow Taoists?"
Ancestor Styx's complexion changed, and then returned to normal, saying: "The power of a saint is really extraordinary."
"When I created this clan, even the vision of Heavenly Dao was not manifested. Fellow Daoists only took a glance to know the cause and effect, and it was amazing."
Houtu was surprised: "Since fellow Taoists created the Asura clan, why didn't the virtues of heaven be descended."
"You know, that Nu Wa was sanctified by virtue of the human race."
The ancestor of the Styx sneered: "My Asura clan is different from that Human clan. This clan only knows to kill when I was born, which violates heaven and harmony."
Hongyun nodded thoughtfully after hearing the words.
He could see that when the ancestors of Styx created the Asura clan, he originally had the mentality of emulating Nuwa.
But here is a sea of ​​blood, the Asura clan created by nature only knows to kill. This cannot be changed.
That's why Tiandao didn't drop merits and make him holy.
Hong Yun still has some memories, and there are four great demon kings under the seat of the ancestors of Styx.
They are Zizai Tianboxun, Great Brahma, Desire Tian, ​​Shiva, and the four great demon generals Indra, Vishnu, Rutoro, and Ghost Mother.
These are the existences of the ancestors of Styx.
Later, there were Tianfei Wumo and seventy-two Asura princesses, the ancestors of Styx who held the two great treasures of Yuantu and Abi.
At the same time, the companion magic weapon of the ancestors of the Styx is the twelve-grade industry fire red lotus.
But it is said that the sea of ​​blood is immortal, and the river of Styx will live forever.
I am afraid that even today's saints can hardly kill the ancestors of the Styx River, this is also the capital of his standing prehistoric.
Seeing Hongyun's contemplation.
The ancestor of Styx thought that the other party did not like the Asura clan he created, and his attitude instantly became cold.
Said: "I don't know why the two Taoist friends came to my blood."
Seeing the change in the other's attitude, Hong Yun suddenly had some guesses in his heart, knowing the truth.
He smiled and said: "I am waiting to come to solve the problem of the dead souls in the sea of ​​blood."