Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Dressed in a white Taoist robe, the laws of immortality emerged all over her body, fairy music was played, and there was even the sound of the great way lingering in the dark.

Styx looked at Hongjun with great interest.

The Dao ancestor of the later generations, the spokesperson of the way of heaven, is really terrifying.

Looking at the cloud under his feet, it must be Zhutian Qingyun.

The congenital treasure is used to power his feet, and he is indeed the richest person in the prehistoric era.

The heavens celebrated the clouds, transformed by the awe-inspiring righteousness in Pangu's heart.

Among the Qingyun, five colors of light illuminate the sky, and the eight-tone fairy music resounds across the universe.

Ming He murmured to himself, this old Taoist is old-fashioned, but his style is very high.

"This deity, Styx, is the lord of the Nether Blood Sea.

Traveling to the heavens, seeing that there is a fairy mountain here, it must be the Daoist of Da Neng, so I am here to visit. "

Styx spoke first, and began to argue with Hongjun, saying some polite words.

Of course he knows Hongjun's details, but when meeting for the first time, polite words are inevitable.

After all, the Great Desolate Continent is vast and boundless, and Styx is very low-key, and his reputation has not yet spread.

"It's not easy to say that a friend comes from afar.

Daoist friends came from afar, Hongjun naturally couldn't refuse him.

Fellow Daoists please. "

Hongjun opened the formation and invited Minghe to enter Yujing Mountain.

He has been looking at Styx in the dark for a long time.

The strength of the Hunyuan Jinxian in the late stage is a small realm higher than his own.

But Hongjun didn't think Styx could pose any threat to him.

After Minghe and Hongjun turned around, they reached the top of Yujing Mountain.

There is no huge palace as Styx imagined, only a thatched house standing on the top of Yujing Mountain.

But even though it is a thatched cottage, it is also a hundred feet in size.

It seems that Hongjun's Zixiao Palace can only appear after he is sanctified.

"Fellow Daoists please forgive me for being a poor old Taoist and a humble dojo." Hong Jun said resentfully.

Styx was speechless for a moment, is this called poverty?

The best congenital spiritual root five-needle pine is used as beams and pillars.

Although it is not the backbone, it is still extravagant.

The top-grade innate spirit grass Xingchen thatch is used as the roof. Although it is not a rare spirit grass, it can't help but make it like this.

Styx asked himself that he was not so extravagant, he just made a few rattan chairs with the branches of Huang Zhongli.

Behind the thatched hut, there is a thousand-foot fruit tree, which is the top-quality innate spiritual root flat peach fruit tree.

After being invited into the house by Hongjun, Styx was speechless for a while.

The floor is made of five-needle pine, the bed is made of five-needle pine, and the furniture is made of five-needle pine.

Hongjun is in trouble with Wuzhensong.

The house was brightly lit.

If you look carefully, there is a lamp at the four corners of the hut.

Yuxu glazed lanterns, palace lanterns with eight scenes, coffin lanterns, and precious lotus lanterns.

The four spirit lamps were all collected by Hongjun and used as lighting objects.

The best innate spirit treasures are so shameless!

Poor and humble couch, what Hongjun said is human language.

As worthy of being the later Taoist ancestor, it seems that he is still small.

Sure enough, the water in Honghuang was so deep that Styx couldn't grasp it.

I thought I was a big river, but I didn't expect Hongjun to be the Yangtze River.

I thought I was on the second floor, but Hongjun had already reached the atmosphere.

Invisible coercion is the most deadly.

Styx followed Hongjun and sat down.

"Friend Daoist's dojo is very unique, but this deity is very jealous." Styx said to Hongjun with a smile.

Hongjun waved his hand and said, "Where is it, it's good that fellow Taoists don't dislike it."

Seeing Hongjun's kind, harmless face, Ming He really wanted to slap him a few times.

Hongjun opened his hand, and dozens of flat peaches flew into the house and fell into the fruit plate made of five-needle pine.

Then various top-grade spiritual fruits fell into the fruit bowl.

"Friends, please."

Seeing this, Styx did not hide it privately.

Twenty yellow plums appeared on the table, and he also took out Enlightenment tea and brewed it.

"The best innate spiritual root, Huang Zhongli, fellow Taoist is very lucky." Hong Jun praised.

Among the top ten spiritual roots, apart from calabash vine, Huangzhong plum should be the most precious, even the flat peach fruit tree is not as effective as Huangzhong plum.

Styx laughed lightly.

"Fellow Daoists are arrogant, and the best innate spirit treasures make lamps, but poor Taoists don't have such background."

Hearing Styx's praise, Hongjun was also secretly proud.

Although his thatched cottage was decorated with a lot of decorations, it was completely complete.