"Hou Tu of the Witch tribe asked to meet Brother Mosquito and Brother Fang."

Just as Nuwa went to the inner chaos to open up the world and the others were busy watching the ceremony.

Houtu quietly came to the blood sea.

"Hehe, my blood sea is very lively. First it was Nuwa, but now even Houtu is here."

In the prehistoric world, no matter how you are, it is difficult to argue about who the most powerful male immortal is, but the most powerful female immortal is Nuwa and Houtu.

Nuwa is the only saint among the female fairies. Although Houtu has not become a saint, she has transformed into reincarnation. In the underworld, even if the saint comes, she has to retreat. Hongjun also calls him a fellow Taoist when he meets him.

Coupled with the relationship between the two lichs, the two were very excited.

Just like Nuwa's arrival before, Fang Qingshan had already noticed it as soon as Houtu entered the blood sea.

"Even the Three Pure Ones have not become saints yet, so it is probably too early to transform Houtu into a samsara!"

Fang Qingshan raised his eyebrows, thinking that Houtu was about to transform into reincarnation, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

However, compared to Nuwa, Fang Qingshan respected Houtu a lot.

Although the purpose of Houtu's transformation and reincarnation is not pure, compared to Nuwa, who treats the human race as a tool, Houtu's character is obviously much nobler.

At least in terms of the result, it is to let the Tao be born and let the soul rest.

No wonder, Houtu’s transformation into reincarnation is much greater than that of Nuwa’s creation of humans, and is the greatest merit since Pangu opened the sky.

Moreover, the demon clan is secretly plotting against itself, but the witch clan has no grudges with him in the past and has no grudges recently.

Therefore, as soon as Houtu opened his mouth, Fang Qingshan and Mosquito Taoist opened the blood sea formation and came out.

Buzz!

The blood sea formation opened wide, and what surprised Houtu was that the blood waves were supposed to be surging, the undead roared, the evil spirits soared into the sky, and the karma was raging. Those who didn't know thought they had come to the famous cave world in the prehistoric world, and they couldn't help but make her widen their eyes.

But I saw mountains and waters surrounded by water, and the spiritual energy was like rain, containing the moon and sun, swallowing clouds and spitting out clouds. There were green pines reflecting the sun, golden lotus condensed in fragrance, jade rabbit running, and great roc in the wind.

The auspicious light and auspicious air rise, layer by layer, spreading the ground, and transforming into various incredible scenes. The celestial girl scatters flowers, the fairy rides a deer, the fishing boat sings at night, and the mountains and flowing water.

It is really a blessed land of gods and gods, and a family in the cave.

A divine bridge flew out of the sea of ​​blood and landed at Houtu's feet.

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Friends from Houtu are invited."

Fang Qingshan's voice came out.

Seeing this, Houtu did not hesitate at all, so he stepped onto the divine bridge and in a moment, he entered the sea of ​​blood.

In a blink of an eye, I came out of the cave, but I saw strands of auspicious light hanging down from the void, wrapping into golden lamps and jingling.

The mountains are undulating and scattered, and sometimes there are rivers, streams, lakes and lakes.

Scattered decorate the golden palace and jade palaces, the sky is filled with jade buildings, the corridors are back, the eaves are high, each holding the terrain, and intrigues.

There are strange flowers and plants that never fade away from all seasons, and green pines and cypresses are eternal.

"I don't expect that the legendary dangerous place of Blood Sea is like this. It turns out that seeing is true and hearing is false, which makes Houtu's eyes wide open."

Hou Tu walked along with Fang Qingshan and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, it is normal. People yearn for beauty, whether it is Buddha, demon, demon, or Tao. Even if the witch advocates nature in heaven and earth and does not like fineness, they will not be willing to stay in a dirty place. It is okay for the mosquito Taoist to be, after all, he was born in a sea of ​​blood, but Fang Qingshan is unwilling to do so.

The purpose of entering every day is to see corpses and blood, and what you hear is howling ghosts and wolves. Isn’t this asking for trouble by yourself?

In the past, I was either in seclusion or busy with other things and stayed in the Blood Sea Hall without much feeling.

Now that the cultivation level has been broken, Fang Qingshan can't stand it when he is idle, so he directly opened up a blessing in the sea of ​​blood.

"This sea of ​​blood seems to have an opportunity."

However, as for the amazement, Houtu felt a sudden thrill in his heart. It seemed that there was something very important to him here. But for some reason, it always seemed that there was a layer of clouds covering it, which made people look at the flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, and it was not real.

In fact, time is not there, opportunity is not there, and no one is guiding, so the matter of reincarnation cannot be accomplished.

However, Fang Qingshan felt even more confused when he saw Houtu’s appearance.

"Is it really going to transform into reincarnation?"

Entering the Blood Sea Cave Heaven, the host and the guest sat down and exchanged greetings for a while.

"you..."

"I..."

The two of them didn't want to speak in unison and smiled at each other.

Fang Qingshan originally wanted to test whether Houtu was going to transform into reincarnation. Houtu had already suppressed her throbbing thoughts, but she did not forget the real purpose of visiting the Blood Sea this time.

"A fellow Taoist is coming from afar, so let's talk first!"

Fang Qingshan smiled,

“Okay.”

Although Houtu has a much kinder personality than other ancestor witches, he is an ancestor witch who likes to go straight to the point and explains his purpose directly.

"That's right. On behalf of the Witch Clan, I want to form an alliance with fellow Taoists and jointly deal with the demon clan, Nuwa."

"I see!"

After hearing Houtu's words, Fang Qingshan suddenly realized.

He said that it was not yet time to transform into reincarnation, and it turned out that the witch clan wanted to form an alliance with him.

"My witch tribe does not respect the Tao, does not respect the heaven, does not fear the earth, does not worship Hongjun, and looks at the world, and is almost completely isolated. Because of the treasure, fellow Taoists are almost all enemies in the world. We have the same experience and can be called natural allies."

"And my witch clan is Pangu's bloodline, and the sea of ​​blood is transformed from the navel blood of the father god. We can count it as if we keep the same blood."

"The most important thing is that the demon clan and my witch clan are incompatible, and the demon clan has to plot against fellow Taoists. Nuwa is the saint of the demon clan. She is born to stand on the side of the demon clan and is the number one enemy of my witch clan. Nuwa has become a saint, but she has not returned the Qiankun Cauldron until now. Her thoughts are clear at a glance."

......

Seeing Fang Qingshan looking dazed, Houtu didn't know what he thought of, but he didn't think much about it. Instead, he honestly told the premise and necessity of alliance, and then looked at Fang Qingshan and Mosquito's mandarin.

"Although I know that fellow Taoists do not lack treasures, in order to show sincerity, my witch clan has also prepared a generous gift."

As he said that, Hou Tu took out a tray with his back hand and covered it with a thin gauze.

When he lifted the gauze, a fierce aura rushed towards him.

Fang Qingshan and Mosquito Taoist, who were originally careless, sat upright in an instant, staring at the things on the tray with bright eyes.

But there was a black and white gourd that looked very broken.

Although this object is broken and seems to break if it is accidentally broken, no one dares to underestimate his existence. In terms of aura, compared with the top innate spiritual treasure purple gold gourd that Fang Qingshan once saw, the immortal-killing flying knife was even more than that. On it, Fang Qingshan sensed the same aura as the thunder flag.
Chapter completed!