strictlysupreme Chapter 142: Deceiving Heavenly Dao, The Fisherman Protects Her
Chapter 142: Deceiving Heavenly Dao, The Fisherman Protects Her
After Mo Bai released Houtu, Houtu went back to the Witch Clan Pangu Temple to visit, and after reporting that he was safe, he left the Witch Clan with a heavy heart and traveled throughout the Great Primordial.
Nowadays, with the battle between the Witches & Demons, the entire Great Primordial seems to have been plunged into a battlefield of disputes, with wars everywhere.
As the Witches & Demons fight, the remnants of the dead can be seen everywhere.
If you calm down and feel it, you will find that the entire Great Primordial is shrouded in a bloody aura.
Maybe ordinary creatures don't know what this means, but the Great Primordial's great supernatural powers, those who are not in this tribulation, are afraid of being contaminated by evil spirits, and have fallen into seclusion one after another.
However, it is ridiculous that the Witches & Demons are still complacent, which is really sad.
Houtu walked and traveled throughout the Great Primordial. Scenes like this directly stimulated her primordial spirit. Everything she saw along the way really vividly demonstrated the current situation of the Great Primordial.
Originally, Houtu's trip to the Great Primordial was to follow Taishang Lao'zi's example, to understand the various aspects of life in the Great Primordial, and to take the opportunity to understand his own way.
After all, looking at the current situation of the Witches & Demons, it won't be long before there will be another war.
Therefore, she also wants to help the Witch Clan.
However, Houtu was deeply touched when he looked at the scene of devastation.
Looking at the remnant souls floating in the sky, if we want to solve this situation now, we must understand it from the fundamentals.
The creatures of the Witch Clan who died in the battle, because the Witch Clan was born without primordial spirit, so death is the real death.
But the Demon Race is completely different from the Witch Clan. After the Demon Race dies in battle, their primordial spirits will drift between this world and the earth.
Although the number of souls that can survive is less than one in ten thousand, their number is still huge.
Moreover, what Houtu cannot accept even more is that the remaining souls and ghosts will devour each other.
Recalling the scenes he had just seen, Houtu gradually fell into a strange state. His whole person became ethereal, sensing the remaining souls between heaven and earth, and his body involuntarily escaped to a certain place.
If anyone sees it at this moment, they will find that the direction Houtu is heading towards is the Nether Sea of Blood.
Nether Sea of Blood.
At this moment, a stream of light from the sky was rushing towards here.
As he came closer, the light faded away, revealing a figure, which turned out to be a woman in palace attire with delicate features and beautiful features.
A pair of willow-leaf eyebrows set off the uneven body, which is really a visual enjoyment.
So don't think too much, this woman is Houtu.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew over the blood sea, directly waking Houtu up.
"Uh 々.?"
"Where is this?"
After waking up, the confusion in Houtu's eyes dissipated and was replaced by clarity.
Looking around, there was blood everywhere, and residual souls were floating everywhere. The dark wind blowing in the face was mixed with the strong smell of blood, which made Houtu's stomach churn.
Seeing this scene, Houtu frowned slightly, opened his lips slightly, and asked with confusion: "Why are you here in Nether Sea of Blood again?"
At the same time, the queen also recalled why he came here.
Seeing the densely packed remnant souls floating everywhere on the sea of blood, Houtu had a flash of understanding in his eyes and thought: "Is it possible that the opportunity for her to become Sanctified lies in the Nether Sea of Blood?"
Thinking of this, Houtu felt that this was the case for some reason.
So, Houtu bit her teeth lightly, and a flash of determination flashed in her eyes. Even if this Nether Sea of Blood is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, she will have a break today.
After all, her Opportunity of Saintification is at stake.
As a result, Houtu's figure flashed and turned into a streak of light, just about to head towards the Nether Sea of Blood.
I saw two more streaks of light coming quickly from behind.
Houtu turned around and looked behind him. When he saw the person coming, he suddenly looked happy.
So don't think too much, these two people are Mo Bai and the fisherman who came here.
Arriving in front of Houtu, Mo Bai reached out and touched Houtu's little head, and said angrily: "You girl, you are so brave, how dare you come to this Netherworld Bloodline alone?"
Hearing this, the mischievous Ye Cai and Ye Kutou were raised.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Bai turned around and gestured to the fisherman, and saw the fisherman wave his hand, and a paper boat appeared out of thin air above the sea of blood. After the paper boat appeared, it suddenly grew to a size of dozens of feet.
Immediately afterwards, the fisherman took the lead and stepped onto the paper boat.
Seeing this, Mo Bai put Houtu on the paper boat while Houtu was confused. After getting on the boat, the paper boat suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the depths of the Nether Sea of Blood.
In fact, there is a mysterious place in the deepest part of the Nether Sea of Blood. This place is Hell. Even Old Ancestor Ming He has never set foot in this place.
It's just that the blood evil and evil evil are too strong in it, and some of the innocent souls mixed in it have become immortals, and more importantly, as the depth goes deeper, the fragments of Samsara are scattered all over.
Mo Bai, Houtu and the fisherman drove the boat towards the depths of Hell.
Gradually, the paper boat could no longer withstand the pressure of the strong Samsara Law and made a crunching sound. In desperation, the fisherman had no choice but to put away the paper boat.
Feeling the breath of Samsara's Law and the fragments of Samsara's Law coming from time to time, both Mo Bai and the fisherman were fine.
After all, the fisherman is practicing the Samsara Law, and he feels as if he is back home here, feeling extremely at ease.
As for Mo Bai, before he transformed, he had already successfully practiced the Samsara Law that the fisherman brought to him. Therefore, when faced with the fragments of the Samsara Law, it would not hurt him at all.
However, Houtu is completely different from the two.
The fierce aura and the dense fragments of Samsara's law from Hell were washing over Houtu's body all the time. Seeing the pained look on Houtu's face, Mo Bai was about to help, but Houtu threw himself at him. Get a firm look.
In fact, the moment Houtu stepped into Hell, the throbbing in her primordial spirit became a little more intense again, which made her determined that her Sanctified opportunity was ahead.
Therefore, when he felt that Mo Bai wanted to help him, Houtu stopped him.
If you can't even overcome such small hardships, how can you say you are Sanctified?
As he gets closer and closer to the depths of Hell, Houtu's pace becomes slower and slower.
Although the Witch Clan specializes in the physical body, making it extremely powerful, Houtu's primordial spirit is simply unable to withstand the invasion of the fragments of Samsara's law and the evil spirit.
The pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts made Houtu endlessly miserable.
A look of intolerance flashed across Mo Bai's face, and he asked Houtu to stop and take a rest, and asked worriedly: "."Can you still persist?"
"The fragments of Samsara in this Hell will constantly wash away your primordial spirit. Finally, until your primordial spirit is completely torn apart, then the fragments of Samsara's law will be re-condensed in your body. Only in this way can you finally Evolve Samsara!”
After Mo Bai told Houtu all this, he looked at Houtu quietly, waiting for her answer.
Houtu raised his head and looked at Mo Bai who was worried about him. He endured the pain of tearing the primordial spirit, showed a smile, and said with firm eyes: "Don't worry, I can persevere, for the endless suffering of the Great Primordial." All living beings need one person to stand up and resist all this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Houtu's violent Ancestral Witch aura suddenly erupted, and he took firm steps, step by step towards the place where the fragments of Samsara's law were densest.
As we move forward, the Houtu primordial spirit becomes weaker and weaker………….