Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

Time flies, and it is thousands of years in the blink of an eye!

During these millennia, Houtu left the sphere of influence of the Wu Clan, and she witnessed the traces left by the great battles.

Mountains and rivers are shattered, and people are devastated.

Time has not wiped away the traces left by countless wars, and the killing intent left by those strong men at the Da Luo Jinxian level has completely destroyed the homes of countless living beings.

Unknowingly, Houtu came to the hinterland of the dragon clan back then.

The Shura battlefield where hundreds of Da Luo Jinxians were involved was still bloodstained.

The Dragon Clan disappeared, but there were piles of rotting corpses everywhere, including those from the three ancient clans and those from the Immortal Court.

The river formed by intertwining blood and water exudes a strong stench, and there is no living thing within hundreds of millions of miles around.

"Are they all dead?"

Houtu's heart throbbed for a while, and she didn't understand why she had such a mood.

She stood alone between the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and at the same time she didn't realize it, she emitted an extremely faint light.

And this scene was watched by the remaining three ancient clans located in the barrier.

The mysterious power brought them to a space barrier alone, and they have not yet walked out.

When Houtu appeared in the hinterland of the dragon clan, the patriarchs of the three ancient clans appeared together at the same time.

"What is she doing?"

The patriarch of the Qilin clan looked at the radiance of abandonment on Houtu's body, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The same is true for the patriarch of the Feng clan, especially when she saw that the bloody aura in the surrounding world began to dissipate because of the radiance from Houtu's body.

This has completely exceeded her cognition.

Only the patriarch of the Dragon Clan has deep eyes, and his eyes always stay on Houtu.

And in his pupils, a sense of incomparable respect gradually grew.

"Using oneself as the foundation of the Dao, and wanting to make a great wish to prove the Dao, this person is extraordinary!"

After a while, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan said softly.

When the two people around heard the words, there was a look of astonishment in their eyes, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

Houtu was in this purgatory, and even she herself forgot the passage of time.

She only knew that whenever she felt a sense of mourning in her heart, the bloody aura in the surrounding world continued to dissipate.

This feeling was very weird, but it made her feel quite comfortable inside.

I don't know when, Houtu gradually had a bold idea in his heart.

She wants to purify all the evil spirit of blood in purgatory here!
Such a shocking act did not make Hou Tu feel a little bit afraid.

You know, even if the peerless powers come here, they can't guarantee that they can completely dissipate the blood evil of hundreds of millions of miles.

What's more, Houtu is just a late-stage Da Luo Jinxian strong man.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed.

Houtu is still in the hinterland of the Dragon Clan, the bloody aura between the heaven and the earth has been purified a lot, and illusory souls are condensed around Houtu.

Looking at it at a glance, the figures are not less than a billion!
At the same time behind Houtu, at some unknown time, golden wheels appeared one after another.

The power of infinite merit and virtue exudes from the golden wheel, and Hou Tu only feels that it is quite heavy.

But the obsession that came from nowhere in her heart has always driven her to purify the blood evil spirit.

Looking at the countless illusory souls around him, Houtu showed a kind smile on his face.

She knew that these souls had long lost their memories, and they didn't have any consciousness at the moment.

The reason why they are willing to gather around Houtu is because the holy radiance exuding from Houtu makes them feel very intimate and familiar.

"There is a definite number of life and death for all things, but there is no luck for rebirth. How can it be regarded as reincarnation?"

Hou Tu fell into endless confusion in his heart for a moment.

The Great Desolation has existed for an extremely long time, and whenever a living being dies, it will disappear forever in the world.

Houtu didn't understand why. Could it be that after all the creatures died, they could only turn into dead souls and wander alone in the world?
Seeing the increasing number of soul bodies, Hou Tu couldn't bear it.

The number of meritorious golden wheels behind Houtu is increasing.

Until one day, the number of golden wheels of merit and virtue reached as many as 99.

Rumble!
Suddenly there was a burst of thunder above the sky.

Immediately following the strong winds all over the sky, endless dark clouds covered the entire sky.

A vortex quietly condensed out.

Within a few breaths, eleven towering giants walked out of the vortex.

Take a closer look, it is the eleven ancestor witches of the Wu clan!
However, at this time, everyone's faces showed a look of anger, and their whole bodies exuded a monstrous fighting spirit.

"If you dare to make the ancestor witches of our clan strip off their own blood, no matter who they are, I will tear them to pieces!"

The head of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, Di Jiangkou, said a voice full of endless anger.

Since Houtu left the Holy Land of the Wu Clan, not only has he not returned for a long time, but he has not sent back any news from himself.

A group of ancestral witches originally only thought that they were playful in the Houtu, lingering somewhere in the wilderness.

But it wasn't until deep in their souls that the imprint connected with Houtu gradually faded that the group of ancestor witches realized the seriousness of the matter.

Houtu is stripping off his own blood of the witch clan!
In any case, they couldn't bear the price of Houtu's separation from the Wu clan.

Immediately, they began to look for traces of Houtu. Dijiang first tried to climb to the top of Buzhou Mountain alone.

But when he just appeared at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a giant dragon exuding a terrifying aura appeared in his sight.

Di Jiang recognized the identity of the giant dragon, it was the supreme dragon, Zhulong!
Zhulong brought him the will of the hidden power, and the other party told him that Houtu was not on the top of Buzhou Mountain, and asked him to leave on his own.

Di Jiang didn't doubt what the other party said.

Because in his opinion, there is no need for the other party to lie.

The Dragon Clan Supreme alone is not something he can contend with.

So the eleven ancestral witches of the witch clan dispatched together and began to search in every corner of the wild land.

Until one day, news came from the world that the blood in the hinterland of the Dragon Clan was dissipating.

A group of ancestral witches immediately went to the hinterland of the dragon clan that had turned into purgatory.

Sure enough, they saw Houtu's figure here.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine merits and virtues behind Houtu were particularly dazzling in their eyes.

"Little sister, wake up quickly!"

A roar that could shatter the sky resounded throughout the entire world.

With the rolling thunder falling, Houtu's body suddenly trembled!
Her eyes were full of holy radiance, but if a strong person looked directly at those gazes, she would only feel a creepy feeling in her heart.

Hou Tu's expression was extremely bewildered, she seemed to hear someone calling a name.

But she wasn't sure if someone was calling her.

With her unremitting efforts for so many years, the bloody aura in most of the battlefield has completely dissipated, and the number of dead souls following her has reached billions.