Author: My heart is burning

On this day, an extremely terrifying aura came from the netherworld of the earth.

In the peaceful wilderness, evil spirits suddenly filled the air, and murderous intent rushed into the fields!

It directly attracted the attention of all the great supernatural beings in the ancient world to the netherworld, to be precise, to the sea of ​​blood.

In the entire prehistoric world, something that could shock the prehistoric world could be done, and at this time, it was done in the earth realm. In addition to the ancestor of Styx, could there be other living beings?

Definitely not!

The blood sea at this time was also quite unstable. The blood sea was constantly boiling, and the Styx Ancestor was standing on the blood sea.

Behind him are three thousand powerful Yin spirits, some with the strength of Da Luo Jinxian, some with the strength of Taiyi Jinxian, and even more with the strength of Jinxian.

As for those who are below the strength of Jinxian, there is no one.

As the sea of ​​blood boiled, the three thousand powerful Yin spirits that had been prepared for a long time immediately threw themselves into the sea of ​​blood.

And what about Patriarch Styx?

Then, based on the way of creation that he understood, he began to use the power of the blood sea to transform these Yin spirits into the Asura clan.

As the transformation continued, endless killing auras emanated directly from the bodies of the Asuras who were being transformed.

Three thousand pure killing auras swept directly across the land along the sea of ​​blood.

As if feeling the birth of this extremely terrifying race, the Yin spirits in the sea of ​​blood actually began to cry.

As the aura continues to emanate to the outside world, even the creatures in the ancient wilderness, regardless of their level of cultivation, feel the chill on their bodies.

An inexplicable sadness appeared directly in my heart.

Nuwa, who was far away in the inner chaos, Sanqing from the Kunlun Mountains, and Jieyin Zhunti from the Western religion, felt the aura of the birth of this creature, and also walked out of their own dojos and came towards the earth and the netherworld.

To be precise, it is heading towards the sea of ​​blood.

The Emperor Jun of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court and Donghuang Taiyi sensed that this terrifying race was about to be born, and they came together to see what the ancestor of the Styx River had done.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan felt this pure and extremely murderous aura, and they also came towards the Netherworld.

As soon as I arrived in Netherworld, I saw the six saints who had already arrived.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at each other, and since they couldn't avoid it, they went to meet him!

Even though they believe that the Wu Clan is not weaker than any living being, the inheritance of the Wu Clan is not weaker than that of ancestor Hongjun.

However, out of respect for the strong, whether it was Sanqing, Jingyin Zhunti, or Nuwa, the saint of the demon clan, they all greeted them one by one!

"Meet the saint!"

"Fellow Taoists, you're welcome!"

Regardless of whether it was Nuwa, Sanqing, or Jie Yin Zhunti, they did not treat them lightly just because the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not saints. Instead, they were quite polite.

The Wu Clan is one of the two overlords in the ancient world. The twelve people in power have the strength of the Two Corpses Quasi-Saints. In addition, they have a clan-suppressing formation - the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation. They can also follow suit.

Saints communicate on an equal footing.

The Witch Clan controls the land, and it is still a little closer to the earth boundary, so they still arrived before the Demon Clan.

"Meet all the saints!"

Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi glanced at the Twelve Ancestral Witches coldly and greeted the saints respectfully.

However, they should relax a little, as there are also saints in the demon clan.

"Empress,"

Demon Emperor Jun looked at Nuwa, "I wonder what happened in this world?"

"It actually caused such a big commotion?"

After hearing Emperor Jun's question, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also looked at the saints.

They also really want to know what happened in Netherworld to cause such a big commotion.

"Fellow Taoist Styx, we want to create a race!"

Nuwa felt the situation in the netherworld and said slowly.

This scene was very similar to the scene when she created the human race before, but the momentum was indeed much smaller.

"Is Styx going to be sanctified?"

Hearing what Nuwa said, Dong Huangtai was horrified!

Not only Donghuang Taiyi, but even Demon Emperor Jun was horrified.

They knew quite well that Patriarch Styx had a ray of purple energy in his hands.

Empress Nuwa originally created a race and became the supreme saint, and Styx created the race. Does that mean she can also become the supreme saint?

Compared to the horror of the Monster Clan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were happy. They were on good terms with Styx. If Styx was sanctified, the benefits would outweigh the disadvantages for the Witch Clan.

"Hard to say!"

Empress Nuwa looked at the changes in the expressions of the leaders of the two Lich clans and shook her head slightly.

Because, at this time, she just didn't sense that the Styx Ancestor showed signs of becoming a saint.

As for Sanqing, Jieyin Zhunti also had solemn expressions on their faces. They had all refined the Hongmeng Purple Qi to become saints. Their existences were naturally very clear about the atmosphere of becoming saints.

However, at this point in the creation of the race, the ancestor of Styx has no sign of becoming a saint yet.

Therefore, they really have no idea whether Styx can be sanctified or not!

"Let's go take a look first!"

Shangqing saw more and more people with great supernatural powers around him, and couldn't help but speak.

After hearing this, it also attracted the approval of many great supernatural beings.

With the six great saints watching from the front, even if something goes wrong, they can't be blamed.

The speed of many great supernatural powers was so fast that they had reached the edge of the blood sea in the blink of an eye.

"The murderous clan?"

Taiqing just took one look and saw that what the ancestor of Styx created was actually a purely murderous clan.

It exists to destroy everything!

After hearing this, many people with great supernatural powers looked towards the three thousand blood cocoons above the sea of ​​blood.

Just one glance made them feel the sight of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This race was born to kill.

Zhunti glanced at this murderous clan with some greed, and made a plan in his heart: The West is really too poor, and he still has to repay the loan!

All we can do is keep bringing good things to the West!

As for creating a race?

Zhunti really didn't want to. It would be better if the race created could accumulate luck for the West. It would be better if the race created by the ancestor of Styx were created.

Then he will be miserable, and he will have to clean up the aftermath for this race.

Ancestor Styx, who was standing on the sea of ​​blood, also felt the arrival of many great supernatural beings, but he did not pay attention.

The transformation of the Asura clan has reached a critical moment. At this time, we must not be distracted.

What's more, the ancestor of Styx didn't believe that there was that existence coming to interfere with his creation of the Asura clan.

Nuwa's becoming a saint owes a share of karma to Patriarch Styx, and the same goes for Taiqing's becoming a saint!

In addition, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches by his side, it would be quite difficult to interfere with him.

"Card, card, card"

Along with the sound of blood cocoons tearing apart, the voice of Patriarch Styx also echoed through the entire prehistoric world,

"I am the River Styx, the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood!"

"Now we establish a clan, the Asura clan!"

"Asuras stand out!"

Three thousand Asuras with murderous intent appeared majestically in the sea of ​​blood, and their endless murderous intent swept everything.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

The strength of the three thousand Asuras are all above the Golden Immortal, and there are even three or five who have reached the strength of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Creating a clan is indeed a very profitable thing!

With the birth of the Asura clan, a piece of black and yellow fell directly from the sky and landed on the ancestor of Styx.

Looking at this large amount of merit, Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were extremely envious, even Zhunti was the same!

If he had so many merits, he would be much more relaxed.

At this moment, Zhunti had secretly made up his mind that he could not wait any longer. If he waited any longer, the pressure of heaven would make him unable to stand upright.
To be continued...