She burst into tears, her eyes full of confusion.

Li Changshou calculated the time in his heart and continued to speak, attracting the attention of the ancestor of the Styx.

"Ancestor of the Styx, I may really not be able to stop you from resurrection today, but you will be free for a few days.

Why not do this? How about you and I bet?

If I win the bet, you hand over the twelve pinellia lotus; if I lose the bet, my God of Heavenly Court will withdraw from the encirclement of you today."

The Ancestor of the Styx just sneered and did not answer.

Another wave of starry light was shining, and the light column above was almost filled with figures, constantly filling the residual souls of the Ancestor of the Styx.

Looking at this ancient vicious powerful man, he used his left hand to face the magic weapon ball next to him, took out two human souls and stuffed them into his mouth, and looked at Li Changshou with his eyes narrowed.

The ancestor of the Styx River said: "From the memories I just got, you seem to care a lot about the life and death of the human race."

"I am a human race," Li Changshou said coldly, "You seem to be very concerned about the life and death of the Shura clan."

"What's wrong with the things of my creation? I will take away life and death?"

"Do you have the courage to agree to this bet?"

"How dare you speak loudly in front of me?

You just want to delay the Taoist disciples coming here," said the ancestor of the Styx coldly, "What's wrong with me agreeing to you?

Let’s talk about it, how do you bet?”

Li Changshou waved his hand, his sleeves robe swayed, and pointed at the outsider of the palace: "Just bet, I can break the mirage around me!"

The ancestor of the Styx's eyes condensed, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

The roars came from outside the city, and countless Shura masters burst out one after another. At this moment, they were preventing Taoist masters from approaching the light column to ensure that the weaker Shura tribe members successfully flew into the flames.

In the abandoned hall, there was a rough voice in the corner shouting: "This is the origin of mirage, nothing can be broken!"

"Here, do you bet?"

Li Changshou smiled and said, "You should have this confidence."

"Interesting," said the ancestor of the Styx indifferently, "I agree to this bet."

"The ancient master wouldn't go back on his word, right?"

The ancestor of the Styx snorted: "I have my own credibility."

Li Changshou's voice sank and said, "Before I take action, can you return the human magic weapon at your hand to me?"

The ancestor of the Styx smiled coldly, his fingers swayed gently, and the magic weapon ball fell into Li Changshou's palm, and his soul was only more than twenty.

Li Changshou sighed and put the magic weapon ball into his sleeve.

In the corners, four eyes fell on Li Changshou, and the black shadow holding a pitch-black spear sneered: "If you have a way to crack the mirage, why should you delay until this time?"

"Because this method requires some help."

Li Changshou took out a jade talisman in his sleeve, crushed it slowly, and said slowly:

"I heard that the origin of Huan Mirage is extremely mysterious and cannot be searched or captured. It is Huan Mirage's last method of saving lives, and there is no way to crack it."

An old response came from the corner: "Yes, even if you know this, you dare to make a bet? You really want to delay the opportunity and speak nonsense!"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist," Li Changshou's face became colder and his voice became more confident. "I thought of many ways before, tried many ways, but finally gave up.

My wisdom is not as good as ancient times. There are so many masters in ancient times, so this conclusion is difficult to overturn.

But I changed my mind in time.

Please see, are there more figures on the four walls of the big city?"

The four black shadows in the hall and the ancestor of the Styx explored various places at the same time. As Li Changshou said, there were more than a dozen figures everywhere.

The rough male voice asked, "So what?"

Li Changshou said: "There is an origin mirage here, but there is no ferocious beast like Huan Mirage. Your mirage seems to be...the number is limited.

This is Netherworld. Netherworld has an underworld. What is the most common in that underworld?"

"Soul?"

The black shadow holding a spear answered directly.

"To be honest, you really chose the wrong place."

Li Changshou said: "This is the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood. Things will turn back when extremes are extremes. There is less filth in the sea of ​​blood and more clear energy, so that ordinary souls can stay here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures on the city walls all over the place took action at the same time.

After looking closely, these four Yan Jun led the fourteen or five judges, and at this moment they all took action and set up all the ghost gates in all directions!

The gate of ghost is open, and the wind is sweeping!

The entire ruined city was filled with phantoms in an instant, and half of these phantoms fell down and half looked everywhere at a loss.

Underworld specialties, men and women’s resentment!

The four Yan Jun and the judges cast spells immediately, but in an instant, the cold wind rose again, and countless souls were taken back into the Ghost Sect.

then……

The four Yan Jun carried the Ghost Sect and turned around and ran away, immediately fled into the sea of ​​blood, disappearing in a flash.

Li Changshou snapped his fingers, and the Taiyi Zhenren under the Tai Chi diagram stared at the Jiulong Divine Fire Cover and slowly flew out, flying a hundred feet forward, without any abnormality, standing in the air with his hands behind his back.

Mirage, exhausted.

Seeing this scene, the four figures in the hall spoke almost at the same time:

"How could it be!"

"This is impossible!"

"Use the mirage with endless resentful souls?"

"clever."

The old ancestor of the Styx had a hideous face that was extremely gloomy, and a strong murderous intent burst out from his eyes.

Li Changshou pointed to the twelve-pin red lotus and said coldly: "Fellow Taoist, this red lotus is my turn."

The ancestor of the Styx laughed in anger: "Hahahaha! You're dreaming!"

"I have my own reputation? How harsh."

Li Changshou said: "The mirage is gone, you have no chance of winning. If you admit defeat at this time, I may be able to give you some decent points."

"Children Huangkou, it's up to you!"

The ancestor of the Styx was full of madness. The Yuantu sword was hanging on his sheath, and his hands made complicated copies, and dazzling blood burst out around him.

The petals of the twelve-pin red lotus trembled gently, and layers of strange Taoist rhyme appeared on it.

"The Blood God Returns to the Origin!"

In an instant, the blood-colored light column on the hall expanded several times, bursting out layer after layer of wave marks, and the entire sea of ​​blood sounded the sound of chanting scriptures.

Just outside this big city, the Shura masters who were fighting with more and more Taoist masters at this time, all those under the Golden Immortal Realm actually had red lights.

In the sea of ​​blood, the dense Shuras were like crazy, rushing towards the pillar of light with all their strength!

In the city, beside the abandoned hall.

The iron fan's eyes began to flash red, but a pill in her belly quietly melted, allowing her eyes to quickly return to the clear light.

At the same time, the iron fan seemed to hear a cry from above his head...

[This shout is very anxious, like the last shout when I woke up from the dream and was destroyed.]

‘Why did the ancestor eat us!’

‘I want to live, I want to live, Ancestor…’

‘Old ancestor, please let us go, we will follow you forever!’

"Old ancestor!"

The girl knelt down there and kept kowtowing, and she shouted in a trembling voice:

"The iron fan is willing to offer the body of the soul. Please let the clansmen go. Please spare the clansmen!

Please! Everyone just wants to live..."

"Damn it!"

The Ancestor of the Styx was furious and grabbed the iron fan with his left hand. The silver-haired girl was caught by him directly, pressed her forehead, and strands of vitality quickly left the body of the iron fan and was absorbed by the Ancestor of the Styx!

The ancestor of the Styx cursed: "You are created by me and given by me, and I will give you life!

Now, I am just taking it back!”

The iron fan's red pupils were filled with despair. She felt her vitality being pulled away, and her whole body was trembling, but she did not struggle.

Seeing this, Li Changshou calmly said:
To be continued...