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Volume One: The Wind Rises from Nine Li Chapter 168: Making fun of Styx

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    Chapter 168: Making fun of Styx

    The happiest thing in the world is that I am a swordsman and others are fish and meat.

    On the contrary, the most tragic thing in the world is that someone is a slave and I am a fish.

    Fei Lian found helplessly that he had become a turtle in a urn. Even with the power of the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron, he could not break free from the mysterious seal outside.

    "Hey, kid, stop struggling. Unless you have the ability to shake the entire Netherworld Blood Sea, everything will be in vain."

    ??For tens of millions of years, there has been no war in the Netherworld Blood Sea. After recuperating and recuperating until now, the Netherworld Blood Sea has been built like an iron barrel. The Shura clan exists everywhere in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

    " And in the vast seabed of the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor has spent countless years setting up a huge formation - the Blood River Formation - across the Netherworld Blood Sea.

    The source of power of the Blood River Formation is the countless filthy hearts in the entire Netherworld Blood Sea, and the core of the formation is the 480 million Blood God Son clones of the Styx Ancestor himself.

    The blood-colored pillars around Fei Lian exist to arrange the Blood River Formation, and hidden inside are the clones of the Blood God Son of the Styx Ancestor.

    The blood nerves are indeed mysterious, and combined with the endless filthy blood of the Netherworld Blood Sea, its power is maximized. However, it does have a shortcoming, that is, every time a clone of the Blood God Son is created, it will occupy a part of it.  mind.

    And unless the mind is strong enough, the ability of the Blood God Son's clone is not as powerful as the main body. What's more, the Blood God Son's clone only carries part of the ability of the main body, and everything else is only the simplest.

    This is why Xing Tian and Hou Yi fought fiercely with countless Shura before.  They were not attacked by any too powerful attacks, and the actions of those Shura seemed to be disturbing.

    But no matter what, Fei Lian had to admit the power of blood nerves, especially in the natural training hesitation of the Netherworld Blood Sea, its explosive power is immeasurable.

    Most directly, Fei Lian guessed that any race in the prehistoric world would never be able to defeat the Shura clan with the human sea tactics. God knows how many Shura have been born since the creation of the Shura clan.

    And after these Shura cultivated the blood nerves.  Even if he only learned 10% of the abilities of Patriarch Styx, that Shura would come with two or three Blood God Son clones, and the huge base would be doubled several times over.

    What came to Fei Lian's mind was an astronomical number.  It made him a little dizzy.

    Just when Fei Lian was thinking wildly, an extremely cold breath came over, and soon he felt that all the Shuras around him were kneeling on the ground.  Salute respectfully.

    "Ancestor Styx?"

    Through the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron, Fei Lian saw the appearance of this ancient fierce god up close for the first time. He had long blood-colored hair, slender and cold eyes, an almost demonic pale face, and a faint cold aura.  The desire made Fei Lian's soul tremble.

    "The Cauldron of Good Fortune"

    Ancestor Minghe smiled coldly, grabbed the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron with his skinny hand, and immediately flashed out of the way. When he reappeared, he had arrived at the Netherworld Palace, the home of Ancestor Minghe.

    After being controlled by the Ancestor Styx.  Fei Lian completely gave up his thoughts of escaping, and while he was frightened, he could only look around with peace of mind.

    "You can say that we are getting closer to our goal."

    Fei Lian thought to comfort himself, with a wry smile on his lips.

    "You three are really capable of playing clones in front of me, my ancestor."

    Ancestor Minghe stared at the Cauldron of Creation in his hand with cold eyes.  It was as if they were directly looking at each other with Fei Lian inside.

    Hearing this, Fei Lian was immediately shocked: "Did he find out?"

    Suppressing the shock in his heart, Fei Lian chuckled: "When you come in front of Guan Gong, you have to show off your sword no matter what."

    Fei Lian said something incomprehensible. Of course Patriarch Minghe didn¡¯t know who Guan Gong was, even so.  Ancestor Minghe still heard the ridicule in Fei Lian's words, and was immediately secretly angry.

    "Boy, if you fall into my hands, if you don't cooperate with me you will die, that is the most beautiful luxury."

    Although what Ancestor Minghe said was extremely cold, Fei Lian felt a little relieved in his heart: "Fortunately, the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron is indeed strong enough."

    At that moment, Fei Lian calmed down and had no scruples. He smiled lightly and said, "Old monster from Styx, is it possible that you dare to refine the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron?"

    After saying that, Fei Lian laughed again and said: "You are wrong, Old Monster Styx, and it is impossible for you to refine the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron."

    The Qiankun Fortune Cauldron is the natal spiritual treasure of Empress Nuwa. Even if Patriarch Minghe has the ability to reach the sky, unless Nuwa Empress dies, there is no way that Patriarch Minghe can refine the Heavenly Creation Cauldron.

    As for the death of Empress Nuwa If this is the case, then it doesn't matter even if Fei Lian dies. After all, even the saints are finished, and this world is probably over.There is nothing to look forward to.

    "You brat, don't think that I can't do anything to you if you are hiding in there, Ancestor."

    The corners of Ancestor Minghe¡¯s mouth twitched and rage surged: ¡°Hand over the ancestral witch essence and blood, otherwise I will trap you in the Netherworld Blood Sea forever.¡±

    "Although Nuwa is a saint, since she has entrusted the spiritual treasure to you, as long as you don't die and I don't refine it, there is no reason for Nuwa to take action."

    "Ancestor Minghe is telling the truth, otherwise once Empress Nuwa takes action, she will be directly involved in the cause and effect of Ancestor Minghe."

    It¡¯s just

    "Old monster Styx, you actually want the blood of the ancestral witches. Could it be that you want to lead the Shura clan into the arms of the witch clan?"

    With a wild smile, Fei Lian joked: "In this case, you are my junior. Call me big brother first to listen."

    Ancestor Minghe cultivates blood nerves and has been coveting the essence and blood of ancestral witches for a long time. However, in the past, the witch clan was so powerful that Ancestor Minghe did not dare to act rashly. But after the decline of the witch clan, there was no more essence and blood of ancestral witches until  The appearance of Chi You.

    But at that time, everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on Chi You and Xuanyuan. Ancestor Minghe was cautious and did not dare to take action easily.

    After Chi You's defeat, Ancestor Minghe immediately secretly searched for Chi You's fierce tiger soldiers, but he came up empty-handed and could not find them no matter how hard he searched.

    It wasn¡¯t until Xingtian Houyi and his two men went to the Demon Master¡¯s Palace not long ago that Ancestor Ming He realized that the evil tiger soldiers had been captured first by Demon Master Kunpeng.

    Afterwards, Patriarch Minghe saw the three people heading straight towards the Netherworld Blood Sea, so he drew the attention of the Ancestral Witch Jingxue and sent a group of Shura to intercept them.

    Of course, the main purpose of the Ancestor Styx is not to let the blood of the ancestral witches enter the Nine Nether Hell, otherwise

    Staring at the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron with cold eyes, the ancestor of the Styx River smiled sinisterly: "You brat, you are so naughty, but I don't know if you will be so strong in the future." (To be continued).

    rt!  ~!

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