Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

In the Legend of the Gods, apart from Hongjun and the Six Saints of Heaven, the existence that Qingxuan cares about most is neither the Sanxiao sisters who dare to challenge the saints, nor Kong Xuan, who is said to be invincible under the saints.

In comparison, there is such a being who completely sucked up the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, one of the four inner disciples of the Jie Sect, so that she could not even be listed on the list of gods, and also destroyed the Twelve Gods who were originally the treasures of the Western Sect. The Golden Lotus of Merit and Virtue forcefully gnawed away its origin, causing it to fall to the ninth level.

He doesn't appear much, but his record is fierce. Blood-winged Black Mosquito calls himself Mosquito Taoist.

Qingxuan came to this sea of ​​​​blood, not only looking for the twelfth grade karma fire red lotus, but also wanted to find the mosquito Taoist in the future.

After all, the twelfth-grade golden lotus is in his hands now, and it will definitely not live in the West in the future.

Of course, what Qingxuan cares about the most is the fact that Taoist Mosquito can eat the origin of the twelve-grade golden lotus.

Innate spiritual roots and innate spiritual treasures are all created innately. They have their own laws of the Great Dao and are imbued with immortal spiritual light. To a certain extent, they are indestructible things.

Even though the innate spiritual root can destroy its body, it cannot damage its origin. Among the spiritual roots that Qingxuan knows so far, only the five-needle pine has been damaged.

But considering who injured the five-needle pine, it is not surprising.

However, how virtuous and capable the mosquito Taoist is, he can actually eat the origin of the twelfth-grade golden lotus with the best innate spiritual root, and cause permanent damage to it. It is a bit unbelievable no matter how you think about it.

Qingxuan stood in the void and looked at the blood-colored bubbles floating in the sea of ​​blood. Inside, a mosquito the size of a palm was curled up in it. It had six translucent blood-colored wings. Its entire body was pitch black with blood-colored lines. It was natural. The ground exudes an ominous atmosphere.

It was the blood-winged black mosquito, the mosquito Taoist.

There are rumors that it is the remnant of the Hongmeng ferocious beast. It was born from this extremely filthy place in the ancient world and is itself the most vicious and evil existence in the world.

The bamboo flute made from bitter bamboo sacrifice appeared in Qingxuan's hand. As Qingxuan put it to his mouth and played, the sound of the flute sounded slowly.

But for those who are enveloped by the sound of the flute, they cannot hear the sound of the flute. Instead, they are deprived of their six senses in an instant and can no longer perceive the outside world at all.

Immediately, Qingxuan stretched out his hand to hold it in the air, and the power of the avenue surged between his palms. He used his magical power [World in the Palm] to directly fish out the blood bubbles that breed the blood-winged black mosquitoes in the sea of ​​blood, and suppressed the seal.

Qingxuan deliberately concealed his Qi when he took action. According to the legend, the blood-winged black mosquito did not know who had taken action against it. After being deprived of its six senses, it fell into a peaceful sleep. Qingxuan was The consciousness was suppressed by means.

Looking at the banned blood-winged black mosquito, Qingxuan's eyes flashed with the power of various laws of the great avenue, trying to see through them completely.

At this time, Gu Jian came here carrying Qing Lian. Qing Lian also immediately looked at the creature sealed in Qing Xuan's hand, with a little curiosity in her eyes.

Qingxuan threw the sealed blood-winged black mosquito over: "This guy has greater exploration value than Kunpeng. You can use your avenue to try and see if you can use it to eat the innate spiritual essence." If you can understand the power of the source, it may allow you to embark on another path in the future."

Qinglian nodded: "If it really has such incredible magical abilities, maybe your idea can be realized."

"Don't hurt its origin. I don't know whether its magical powers are innate or acquired. It's better to be born in nature. If it is acquired, it can only be left to the future." Qingxuan warned.

He really values ​​the mosquito Taoist's ability to eat the innate spiritual roots. If they can master this power...

As for whether it would be related to the blood-winged black mosquito, Qingxuan wasn't too worried.

How to deal with the blood-winged black mosquitoes will have to wait until Qinglian explores it clearly.

Speaking of which, he seems to have a close relationship with ferocious beasts. He has accepted a dragon lady as his disciple, and has a pure ferocious beast, the ancient beast, as a mount. The blood-winged black mosquito can also be regarded as a ferocious beast, although it is an alien species.

After that, Qingxuan and the others went deep into the sea of ​​​​blood, looking for the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus that should grow here.

Qinglian has been trying to explore the origin of the blood-winged black mosquito. Her path is the way of creation, and she can be considered a professional counterpart to this kind of thing.

Although the path Qinglian takes is not creation, but creation.

Analyzing the essence of things, deconstructing and recasting them from the root, thus completely changing things, is one of the powers of the way of creation.

Qingxuan also has a good understanding of the Dao of Creation, so he is sure of one thing. The existence of the Dao of Creation is definitely not a nanny, and must have strong strength.

Being good at creating things means being good at analyzing the roots and essence of things. How can this method be weak when used in battle?

If nothing else goes wrong, Nuwa, one of the saints of that day, walks the path of creation, and she must not be underestimated in the future.

According to legend, this Nuwa seems not to be very good at fighting. Her strength is almost at the bottom among the saints, and she has no brilliant achievements.

He hasn't actually seen Nuwa yet, but Qingxuan feels that there must be something fishy about it. Nuwa, who is good at creating the creation of the Great Dao, cannot be bad at fighting.

Needless to say, Qinglian's understanding is now quite familiar with analyzing the origin.

The realm of the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito is just the realm of the Golden Immortal. He is about to enter Taiyi. He is considered extraordinary, but it is not enough in front of Qinglian.

After spying on its origin, Qinglian actually made a discovery. The blood-winged black mosquito's innate great power and magical powers are quite impressive. However, it is too weak now. When it grows up, it is possible that it can develop the ability to absorb the innate spiritual source like the legend.

This is somewhat related to the unique origin of the blood-winged black mosquito. It was born from the extreme filth in the world, and even the aura of innate spiritual beings can be polluted and corroded.

It is not easy, or almost impossible, for others to learn this kind of innate magical power that relies on its origin.

But for Qinglian, it is not completely impossible.

Qingxuan found a place to stay temporarily, so that Qinglian could concentrate on analyzing the power of the blood-winged black mosquitoes and try to create a method that could be used by them.

He himself continued to search for the Twelfth Grade Fire Red Lotus. After thousands of years passed, Qingxuan finally had a feeling in his heart one day, which made him very happy.

There was no surprise. Under the guidance of induction, they found the growing twelfth-grade fire red lotus in the vast sea of ​​blood.

As bright as blood, the whole body is wrapped with a layer of illusory flames, making it even more magical. As it sways, the unique rhythm of the avenue fills the world.

It's just that this red lotus of karma seems to be immature, so it can't be taken away directly. Its growth requires the unique power in this sea of ​​​​blood.

"It seems that we have to stay here for a while. It's okay. The ancient world is probably going to be turned upside down. On the contrary, this netherworld is more peaceful and will not be affected."

Qinglian had no objection to this, so the two of them arranged various formations here and turned it into a temporary dojo.

Qingxuan also planted the twelve-grade golden lotus here, and the two began to practice in seclusion for a long time. At the same time, they also waited for the complete maturity of the twelve-grade red lotus.

Although the land of the underworld is vast, it is different from the ancient land. There is no life in it, and it is completely silent.

This sea of ​​blood is even more so as it is a gathering place of endless filth in the world.

The only innate sacred Styx that was born in it, the current level of cultivation is not high, far from being able to control the entire blood sea.