Supreme Violent Young Master

Although both of them were great divine powers since the beginning of the world, there was still an indelible gap between the River Styx and the Quasi-Actualization Realm. One was a saint sovereign while the other was a quasi-Saint. The difference in cultivation couldn't be compared in the same breath. Now, above the Blood Sea, with the help of the Blood God and the endless resources of the Blood Sea, the Patriarch of the Styx was barely able to put up a fight against him.    

    

The only way to kill the River Styx was to destroy all the Blood God Children and turn the sea of blood into ashes. However, even though the blood sea was murky and murky, it was still the blood of Pan Gu. This entire great wasteland had been transformed by Pan Gu. To be able to connect with Pangu ? that had to be a heaven-defying karmic effect. Therefore, he definitely didn't have the guts to do so.    

    

"Absolutely. You and the ancestor have no enmity or enmity with each other, and you have no relationship with each other in the past. The Ancestor knows that your Buddhist sect is powerful now, but I am also not someone easy to bully. For thousands of buddhist weapons to descend upon the sea of blood of the ancestor, what exactly is it all about? "    

    

Ever since the unification of Human Clan, these people with great abilities also gradually learned some form of etiquette. Although he was well aware of the situation, he still had to make an appearance. There was always an opening when he took action. Now that there were tens of thousands of buddhist sons in the buddhist faith, and the power of the Asura Race above the blood sea was unshakable, in addition to strength, there was still the Heavenly Dao to compete with. This was the so-called title.    

    

In ancient times, when the name was correct, it made sense; when the name was not accurate, it didn't make sense. In the end, it was just a verbal dispute.    

    

He was dressed in a magnificent golden robe and had a smile plastered on his face. If someone didn't know, they would have thought that he was a master of the Dao. "The Seven Treasures Tree in his hand sparkled with a crimson, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple radiance. There were two soft wrinkles on his benevolent face, and he was brimming with a smile.    

    

"Fellow Daoist Styx, for you and this monk to have sat down and listened to the Dao under the Daofather at the very beginning of the opening of the heavens can also be considered to be fellow apprentices. Now that I have mastered my path, I come to visit you in the Blood Sea. Point out a path for Fellow Daoist! "    

    

For many years, the shamelessness and shamelessness that was being shown had persisted, but it was still nothing more than a blank cheque, or a sugar-coated shell. In fact, in essence, it was still an invasion, taking other people's things for oneself. But having said that, there was reason to believe that one's fist was the size of a primordial flame. If Chen Yuyang were to say those words while standing above the sea of blood, then no one would be able to do anything to him.    

    

It was just like the great East Asian boom plan of the Japanese island nation back then in Mortal World, which was ultimately still a colony. However, it was clear that this place was much more shameless and more powerful than Japan back then. In this world where power determined everything, what he said was what he meant.    

    

He sneered, "Ancestor, I would like to see how Fellow Taoist Xu Tidemark is able to spout out out the golden lotus, and make Ancestor's words come out in such an outrageous manner. Let me tell you, Patriarch, I live a good life in the Blood Sea. Don't waste your time! "    

    

Ju Te wasn't angry, but he still had a warm smile on his face. It seemed that with the strengthening of the buddhist faith, his mood had improved a lot. If it were back then, he would have made his move a long time ago. However, today, he still looked at Styx happily, shook his head and said, "Fellow Taoist Styx, the sea is endless, let's go back to where we came from! These three thousand boundless worlds are just floating clouds. If you wish to be reborn, my Western Paradise will forever be opened for you! "    

    

"Te, sure. Don't try to trick the Patriarch. You and your guide are just two traitorous traitorous bastards. Although the Patriarch isn't the personal disciple of the Daofather, he once listened to someone from the Violet Firmament Palace. Back then, if not for Hong Yun giving up his position to you, how could you have become a saint under the heavens? You did not think of returning the favor, yet you actually betrayed your own sect and established your own. I, your ancestor, will definitely not be in cahoots with you! " Styx spoke anxiously.    

    

Although River Styx was a man who feared death and did not know how to act properly, he still felt tremendous respect for the Daofather and treated him with respect as his master. Even if his cultivation failed, even if he had the achievements of the Asura Race, he still had not become a saint. Otherwise, with Ming He's character, he would have already gone to the west and destroyed their so-called 'blissful' world.    

    

I can't help but shake my hand with a wry smile. With a helpless and innocent expression, I said, "If that's the case, then we are at odds. Today, I will let you see my buddhist great magic and let you wake up. "Let's see how my buddhist great magic will break your left Tao technique!"    

    

Styx instantly became furious and said hysterically, "Pfft, I will definitely mention your shamelessness. "In the past, you also learned the Purple Clouds Sect, but now you dare to call yourself the left path without any shame. The ancestor will definitely not rest in peace with you today!" As he spoke, the two demon swords on Styx's waist had already left their sheaths, ready for a fierce battle.    

    

However, he did not expect that it would infuriate Styx. Regardless of whether or not the Styx subconsciously saw Hong Jun as its teacher, his performance today must have already reached the eyes of that enigmatic old Daoist from the Zi Xiao Palace. Who was Hong Jun? He was the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao and the only justice in Prehistoric Land. Thus, today, the Styx had already occupied the leading position of the world's righteous public opinion.    

    

However, he did not place the Styx in his eyes at all. After all, the difference in cultivation level was too great. Even if it was above the blood sea, he could easily suppress the Styx.    

    

Quasi and Receive were both outstanding figures in the Great Wastelands. They were intelligent characters, so how could they not know that the Styx could not be killed? Coming to the Blood Sea alone today was already an indication of the attitude of the Buddhist sects in the West. That was that they did not want to kill the Styx. They only wanted to open a path between the Blood Sea and the Six Paths of Samsara.    

    

To be able to suppress the River Styx and weaken the Asura Race, that was the most important thing to do. He originally did not want to fight with Styx, but he wanted to delay a little while and at the same time harass the Asuras. However, he did not expect that its words would hurt Styx and thus, he had no choice but to take action.    

    

If they managed to break through the Six Paths of Blood, the Blood Sea, the Nine Paths, and the Six Paths of the Heavenly Dao, the saints would have no choice but to face the fact that the Buddhist Sect existed in the Six Paths of Samsara. The saints would not join hands to attack their own Buddhist Sect, firstly, the heavens would not allow it, and secondly, Teacher Hong Jun even hoped to see the saints under the heavens controlling each other, which definitely would not allow them to mess around.    

    

Once it was launched, not only would it weaken the Asuras in the Blood Sea, it would also be a test, a test of the reaction of the saints. At the same time, it would also test the might of the buddhist troops in the prehistoric era, allowing them to gain a clearer understanding of the buddhist faith in the West.    

    

Once this move was successful, not only would it lead to the victory of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the cornerstone of the Three Realms, but it would also attract countless cultivators to come and strengthen the Buddhist Sect.    

    

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked at the furious Patriarch Styx and the endless might of the Blood God that was rolling in the sea of blood. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he snorted. "Damn it!"    

    

To be able to make a saint master say such words, it seemed like Styx had ignited its primordial flames. The moment the Saint became angry, the heaven and earth were moved. The entire sea of blood began to boil. Like a pot of boiling blood, huge bubbles appeared everywhere, gurgling and rolling. The scalding blood created a gap between the Quintet and the Styx, and the gloomy light from Ah-sword cut off the churning of the entire sea of blood.    

    

Although these two swords had not been used for a long time, they were still the most sinister and terrifying swords that had existed since the creation of this world. Even if they were unable to match up to the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, the two swords still possessed boundless power, especially above the sea of blood. If the Immortal Slaying Four Swords were said to be a fair and honorable sword of slaughter, then the nose and the elemental diagram were the most sinister forms of slaughter.    

    

The sword aura slashed past a place and set off waves of ripples, as if it had exploded the blood. Above the sea of blood, the two swords were constantly flying up and down, pointing at the most crucial points. It was incomparably cold, and the sword moved in an unconventional way, showing no sign of being open and honorable.    

    

He flipped the Seven Treasures Tree up and down, and after two rounds back and forth, he felt a sense of surprise. In his memory, Styx's cultivation was not that terrifying. Although it was not a saint, it was only a sliver away from a saint. This kind of power was truly terrifying.    

    

Especially above the blood ocean, the Styx already had the power that was not inferior to a saint.    

    

The reason why saints were strong was because they could sense the Heavenly Dao and had an indestructible body. Secondly, the powers of a saint were endless, like a container that could never be used up. But today, above the blood sea, this kind of battle was equivalent to being a saint to the River Styx. This was because above the blood sea, the mana was also inexhaustible.    

    

The battle between the two was also a battle between two doctrines. Corpses were strewn all over the surface of the sea of blood. The buddhist dharma weapons within the pool of blood and the Asura Race continued to fight, burying their bodies in the sea of blood. He then returned to Pan Gu's embrace, once again adding strength to the blood ocean. The blood sea, which was already filthy, now stank even more.    

    

At this moment, a pair of cold eyes was looking at everything above the sea of blood. There was not the slightest bit of ripples or mercy. The owner of these eyes seemed to be looking coldly at this world, and the smile on his face seemed out of place with his handsome appearance. The corners of his mouth seemed to mumble to himself in ridicule, "This world is too inharmonious!"