System: Picking up leaks at the beginning of the game and being the big brother

"My child, your father died so tragically," Xi He cried to the ten little Golden Crows while weeping.

"Mother's day is sad. This time, Emperor Jun Tianzun was unfortunately killed by Han Cheng, and Donghuang Tianzun was also suppressed in the East China Sea for a thousand years. The monster race is at the critical moment of life and death. I also ask the empress to take charge of the overall situation and protect my monster race."

Fei Yi was known as a wise man in Yaozu, and patiently advised him.

"Forget it, the eldest brother died tragically, and everything needs to be decided by the Eastern Emperor when he comes back; have you practiced the witch-killing sword well?"

Xi He is not an ordinary woman, just as Fei Yi said that the Yaozu is at a time of life and death, she must turn grief into strength to manage the affairs of the Yaozu.

"Reporting to your empress, the witch-killing sword has been practiced, and the Eastern Emperor has given it the name of the demon sword, and I am about to present it to my empress."

After all, Bi Fang, the ancient demon god, presented a jet-black sword, which was extremely sharp and designed to break the flesh of the witch clan.

Xi He took the Yaoshen Sword and said, "You all step down first, I will take over everything from the Yaozu."

After that, he took the ten little golden crows back to his Xihe Palace.

"It would be great if the witch-killing sword can kill saints."

Fei Yi, Bi Fang and other primordial demon gods faintly heard Xi He talking to himself, and couldn't help but feel a burst of fear.

Wu Clan, Houtu Temple.

Xiang Liu and a group of great witches knelt down on the ground, but Hou Tu sat on the throne but said nothing.

"Your Majesty, Xiang Liu's crime of death, this time counting the human race, but never thought to bring about such a calamity; now that the ten ancestor witches are imprisoned in the East China Sea, the witch clan has no leader, and I ask the empress to preside over the overall situation."

All the great witches behind him kowtowed and begged together.

He already knew about Hongjun's appearance to deal with the dispute. Han Cheng showed his might and first beheaded the demon clan emperor, and then ruthlessly embarrassed Lao Tzu. He was really famous in the wild.

Hou Tu felt a little worried, the tribe killed by the Wu Clan this time was not under the Yao Clan, and Han Cheng was only angry with the Yao Clan and Lao Tzu because of the Human Clan, how could the Wu Clan be alone?

But when he thought of Han Cheng's kindness to him, he fell into a dilemma for a while. If Han Cheng's millennium period expires, he really finds the witch clan bad luck, how should he deal with himself?
Facing everyone in the audience, he said indifferently, "The important affairs of the Wu clan will be decided by you for the next thousand years. If it's not about life and death, don't bother me."

After all, with a wave of jade hand, all the great witches have been sent out of the hall.

She looked indifferent on the surface but her heart seemed to be full of thoughts. She stood up and looked in the direction of Qingqiu, muttering to herself, "Senior Brother Han Cheng, what should Houtu do?"

This time, the saints were punished not to go to the wilderness for a thousand years, and the two clans of liches died down. The flood that should have been calm for a thousand years was not peaceful.

Under the Great Desolate Continent, there is a region called Jiuyou Jiehai.

The sea is as red as blood and exudes a foul smell, so it is also called the sea of ​​blood.

According to the law of heaven, a living creature should have been born in this Nine Nether Realm Sea, and as expected, a blood pill was conceived in the sea before the chaos opened.

It took countless years to absorb the essence of the sea of ​​blood, and finally broke out. This person is none other than the ancestor of Minghe.

He had appeared before the birth of Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda and the first battle of the Lich, but since he was beaten by Tongtian and others, he hurt the vitality of Dao Dao, so he has been hiding in Styx to recuperate.

Since then, Styx has become more low-key, and with the improvement of his cultivation, he also understands that his chance is still in this Styx, not on the Great Desolate Continent.

This is the place where he was conceived, and he has inherent advantages. He can absorb the power of the Styx for his own use at any time while in the Styx, and he can also be immortal like a saint.

As for the battle between the Lich people and the three clans that lasted for a hundred years, the human race suffered the most casualties.

Nearly [-]% of the souls of the human race were taken away by the soul-gathering flags of the witch clan after death, but as many as [-]% wandered between the heaven and the earth, turning into lonely ghosts and wandering around, often harassing living beings.

Practitioners can also see these evil spirits and ghosts, but this ghost ghost is a new thing, and they are afraid that some saint will be offended by taking these ghosts rashly, so no one cares about them.

However, as the days and months moved, one day, the evil spirits and ghosts in the world seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, and they gradually converged towards the lowest point of the Great Desolate Continent, and finally came to this vast land of blood and rivers. .

The Wounded Souls and Liguis were even more delighted to see this sea of ​​blood. The bloody and filthy atmosphere made the Wronged Souls and Liguis extremely kind, and even aroused their inner desires.

As a result, the unknown ghosts and ghosts, like wanderers who have been wandering for many years, threw themselves into the arms of the mother of the sea of ​​blood. Once the ghosts entered the sea of ​​blood, they seemed to have found a source of strength from which to draw.

Even without teaching, he instinctively began to absorb the filthy air in the sea of ​​blood to strengthen his body, but the two mouthfuls that he hadn't sucked in yet suddenly changed suddenly.

A mysterious force in the blood sea produced a powerful devouring force, which swallowed up the remaining consciousness of all the innocent souls who entered the blood sea. Submerged in the vast sea of ​​blood.

"Hahaha"

A wild laughter came from the depths of the Styx.

"Congratulations, Patriarch, you have accomplished a great feat, but this achievement is immeasurable." A man in red knelt in a pool of blood and kowtowed.

The bright red blood in the blood pool is boiling, and there are blood-colored humanoid creatures in the center, one after another, coming out of the blood pool.

Patriarch Styx sat high above the blood pool, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"This time the human race was robbed, but it gave me a chance."

"Thank you for the goodness of our ancestors, our family will never forget it"

The red-clothed men in front of him were all created by the ancestor Minghe.

Although Patriarch Minghe never listened to Taoism in Zixiao Palace, he created [-] volumes of blood nerves. Among them, the Blood Sea Clone Technique had already been performed when he was hunting for treasures, and it was a rare method.

However, he was also a start-up of the Blood Sea Nerve back then, but this time he has achieved great success, capable of transforming hundreds of millions of blood god sons in an instant. method.

Although he didn't have the opportunity to become a saint, but he felt that Nuwa's skill in shaping people from earth made him imitate him.

After several attempts, he couldn't get the trick. One day, while he was practicing, something floated not far away, it was the soul of the human race that had been absorbed by the sea of ​​blood.

These wronged souls are not fully conscious, and the remaining ferocious aura is very commensurate with this sea of ​​blood in the Styx.

The unjust soul floated over and went straight to the newly refined blood god child in the blood pool. The blood god child absorbed the soul, and after wriggling, he transformed into a human form, walked out of the blood pool, and faced the Styx River to thank him.

"Thank you for your kindness"

Styx was stunned at first, and then clapped his hands and laughed.

"It's finally done, it's finally done, good fortune merits, I also have what a saint has"

Patriarch Minghe laughed wantonly, as if he had seen the merits and virtues of the day, and sanctification is imminent!