Supreme Violent Young Master

There were too many unfathomable answers in this world, too many of them were too many and unclear. As long as one did not think about them, then everything was just like floating clouds. However, the people above Prehistoric Land all needed an answer, a clear answer. Even Raising Eyebrow and Hong Jun were no exceptions. Therefore, they could only continue to wander around in Chen Yuyang's Manifestation Reincarnation and search for him.    

    

Standing on the reef of the North Sea, Chen Yuyang continuously felt that his mana was like the seawater of the North Sea, rushing and breaking through the waves, like a river flowing into the sea. After absorbing the cultivation bases of Hong Jun and Raising Eyebrow, Chen Yuyang's cultivation had once soared to a terrifying level, but his mood was still not as calm and relaxed as this ocean. Instead, there was an indescribable sadness.    

    

Waving the folding fan in his hand, Feng Shen's handsome face revealed a hint of sadness as he said indifferently, "Why must you all go through all this trouble? "Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?"    

    

Chen Yuyang could not understand, even Hong Jun and Fen Juechen could not understand. If they did not want to think about this problem, they could have safely exited the Wanxiang Pagoda, but they had no choice but to start considering it. Righteous and evil, good and evil. This was a very difficult problem to distinguish. He could not extricate himself from the entanglement of the two great experts of the prehistoric era in this tiny array.    

    

Above the sea surface of the North Sea, the sea breeze blew by, stirring up a salty smell that caused people to start feeling bitter.    

    

The fluttering of his clothes quickly disappeared above the sea level, leaving behind only the elegance and elegance. On top of the Eastern Sheng Divine Region, his fingers lightly caressed that enormous rock, causing Chen Yuyang's face to reveal a trace of a smile that was not a smile. Feeling the spiritual will that was deeply engraved in it countless years ago, even the rock that had no signs of life began to tremble slightly.    

    

"Wu Kong, Wu Kong!" "I know you want to come out, but right now is not the time, but don't worry, it won't be long before you appear in this world, and it will be much more exciting!"    

    

As the sun set in the distant East Victory, the bright red glow of the setting sun shone on the rocks. It was as if no one dared to approach it, but at the same time, they felt a sense of closeness and familiarity. Under the slight breeze, the ripples of the rising waves formed into a circle, rolling on the surface of the sea.    

    

"The dao is nameless, the name is nameless, the dao is in the sky, in the earth, in people ?" Just like this, Chen Yuyang spoke one sentence at a time, and Rock listened carefully, one sentence after another. Chen Yuyang was abnormally calm in his heart. With a smile on his face, his fingers gently caressed the rocks beneath his hands as he muttered to himself, "There is no Jingu Bang, there is no Great Sage Qitian, there is only a monkey!"    

    

Closing his fan, he stood up. His white robes fluttered in the wind, giving off an indescribable feeling.    

    

In the Six Paths of Samsara, golden rays of light flashed and landed on the blood ocean. Instantly, under Randeng's and Na Luo's lead, the millions of Buddhist soldiers from the west entered the blood ocean. Buddhist light shone everywhere, and the fragrance of Bodhi tea captivated one's soul. The golden Buddhist light shone on the blood sea, penetrating the foul blood and shooting outside the blood palace.    

    

The River Styx Grandmaster looked helplessly at the buddhist troops that had already appeared at his doorstep and could not help but sigh, "What should come will come. Bo Xun, you and the Grandmaster should go out and see who has come."    

    

In truth, the moment Patriarch Styx saw the buddhist light, he already knew it. This method was a common method used by buddhist sects in the West, and it was nothing new. Also in the Six Paths of Samsara, the Witch Clan left behind in this desolate world was illuminated by these dazzling buddhist lights to the point that one couldn't even open their eyes.    

    

Lady Xiang Liu hurriedly strode to the empress's palace and cried out, "Empress, esteemed imperial concubine, something terrible has happened. They're here, they really are ?"    

    

They were naturally referring to the people from the buddhist faith. All this while, the Xiang Liu family had never believed that the buddhist faith would come and provoke the Six Paths of Samsara and Witch Clan for no reason. After all, Witch Clan was a great clan of the Primordial Era. Even though they were forced to avoid disaster within the Six Paths of Samsara, the might of the Witch Clan was still there. Furthermore, the Six Paths of Reincarnation was personally handed to the empress in the Dao Sovereign Qing Yang.    

    

However, it was clear that he was wrong. The ambitions and courage of the Buddhist sects in the West were far greater than he had imagined.    

    

The empress had closed the doors of the palace, wearing plain clothes. With a wave of her sleeve, she pushed away all the golden light from the buddhist gate, and said with a quiet voice, "What are you panicking for? "Follow me out to take a look!"    

    

Dressed in a plain white robe that was as white as snow, she floated out gracefully like a fairy who had entered the mortal world. Inadvertently, every single movement she made with her hands or feet would cause people to be captivated, and the smile on her face was so cold that it seemed as if she were not a person, but a sculpture.    

    

"Xiangliu, bring the sons of my Witch Clan out with us. I would like to see what exactly do you two want to do with it. Just what methods can we use! "    

    

With a saint supervising them, Witch Clan naturally felt a lot more at ease, but the feeling of nervousness still existed. After all, this was a 1v2 situation. It was possible that the Six Paths of Reincarnation would fall. In terms of Prehistoric Land, the Saint would always have supreme authority and power.    

    

There have been people who have questioned whether a saint is immortal, even your father, who has a high cultivation base, is unable to give a definite answer." However, there were people who had once asked what methods one needed to kill a saint. The answer Chen Yuyang gave was very simple and very clear: Two Saints were enough.    

    

In Chen Yuyang's eyes, a saint was not an immortal legend. On the other hand, they would also die. It was just that their death would be even slower and more unfathomable than a normal person's. But Chen Yuyang's answer made many people start to redefine what a saint was. Until now, even Daofather Hong Jun was unable to completely define the existence of the Heavenly Dao Saint, even if he was their teacher.    

    

The dark sea of blood seemed to be shrouded by dark clouds. However, under the illumination of golden light from the Buddhist Sangha, the night seemed to be as bright as day. Golden lights could be seen flashing everywhere in the sea of blood. Randeng smiled, stuck a finger to his finger, and said while looking at Na Luo: "Senior Brother, now that our buddhist faith is approaching, as expected, in terms of Prehistoric Land, we have to respect and respect the people of our buddhist faith!"    

    

Since that Luo fellow wanted to start the sect before Randeng, his thoughts were far from what a Quasi-Saint like Randeng could compare to. He looked at the surface of the ocean indifferently, and said to the ocean waves, "Junior Brother Randeng, please do not let your guard down. Although I say that divine abilities are inferior to days, there are still some things that one should still be careful of. "    

    

Randeng did not think much of it: "Senior Brother, if Old Ghost Styx were to dare come out of this sea of blood, I will definitely let his blood splatter on this sea of blood. When the time comes, the entire Asura Race will be annihilated, how can a lowly race live on the same level of Prehistoric Land as us?!"    

    

Just as Randeng was speaking without hesitation, a sharp and cold snort came out from behind him, "Randeng, you're actually looking down on the Asura Race. One must know that the Patriarch of the Styx is a divine ability that has existed since the Primordial Era, and none of the four great Asura Devil Kings under his command are easy to deal with. In addition to the thirty million blood god children of the Blood Sea, even if the Pope personally comes to the Blood Sea, he may not be able to do anything to them.    

    

He turned around and looked at the inconspicuous figure in his buddhist camp. After a long moment of contemplation, he returned to his senses and sneered, "Who is this poor monk?" So he was a traitor to the Asura Race! "You are also qualified to talk to me. You must know that I am only a fake and am also a vice sect leader of the High Scholar's Buddhist Sect. As such, I have no right to speak with you ?    

    

Just as Randeng's words fell, waves after waves of ripples appeared above the sea of blood. The blood-colored skeletons unceasingly boiled over the sea of blood, and blood-colored bubbles continuously bubbled as ghostly wails and wolfish howls sounded like a raging storm. Na Luo reacted immediately and said loudly, "Everyone be careful, it's the Styx."    

    

Randeng also began to become nervous, and anxiously said: "Great Bodhisattva Formation, rise ?"    

    

The Bodhisattva Formation was the number one formation of the buddhist faith, but it was not in the hands of Randeng and Na Luo, who made people feel fear. But coming back to it, Randeng was also one of the great abilities in this desolate world that could split heaven and earth, so he was not really afraid of the Styx Grandmaster.    

    

As long as it was not above the sea of blood, Randeng was confident that he could handle the Styx by himself. But now, he was above the sea of blood, making Randeng feel a little powerless. Because above the sea of blood, the Styx could not be killed unless someone did something as outrageous as slaughtering all living creatures in the sea of blood and taking on the cause and effect of the Dao of Heaven.    

    

Fortunately, the two Sect Leaders did not have any intentions of killing the Styx. All they wanted to do was to imprison him for a period of time and prevent him from acting so presumptuously again. When that time came, the creatures of the Blood Sea would be completely subordinate to the Buddhist sects in the west. At that time, Dongfang Xuan Sect would no longer be a match for him.    

    

But now, facing the wrath of the Styx Grandmaster, facing the three hundred billion Blood God Children, Randeng and the buddhist disciples had no other choice. The Bodhisattva Formation may be profound, but it could not save their lives. Relying on this immature Subhuti Formation alone to fight against the Patriarch of the Styx clan was nothing short of child's play.    

    

At this moment, a burst of buddhist chanting could be heard from the surface of the Nine Serenities Blood Sea. The golden words were like golden walls and instantly pierced through the nine hells and scattered the Blood God Children. The howling sounds of wolves could be heard echoing in the air, "Quasi, Ancestor will not give up on you!"