Supreme Violent Young Master

The prehistoric world was just as Chen Yuyang said, it was not a harmonious place. The battle for the Six Paths of the Underworld was only the beginning of another battle in the prehistoric era. The battle between Prehistoric Land Saints, had always been about luck. There was no right or wrong, not even good or bad.    

    

This was a very, very large chess game. Everyone would automatically become a chess piece, and no one would be able to escape from it. Just like a saint, even though they had their own definitions, they still had to follow the flow of history. And Chen Yuyang became the witness to this chess game.    

    

In this ancient era, he could see everyone's ending, but he couldn't change it. Perhaps this was also a kind of sorrow! As a result, he was used to jumping out of this game. He used to looking at everyone in this world with that cold and indifferent expression, but his heart didn't have the slightest ripple.    

    

This world was actually just like the Mortal World, but how many harmonious places could there be?    

    

But whether it was in the Mortal World or the prehistoric era, there was only one law that was eternally unchanging, and that was the law of the jungle. Because, no matter how living environment, this is a theorem in nature. It won't change because of anyone. Qualification, reception, Styx, and the rear earth, everyone should have understood long ago.    

    

Above the blood sea, the River Styx continued to roar. The Blood God was like a demon from the vast sky, circling around the Quasi-Spirit. However, he could only powerlessly fly outside of the golden body. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hands seemed to emit a dazzling golden light that shot out in all directions, forming a powerful barrier that blocked the Blood God's Child of the River Styx and the original Arnus above the sea of blood.    

    

"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Styx, the sea of bitterness is boundless. If you don't gain enlightenment now, when will you?"    

    

Yu Ji's voice drifted in the air, the high Buddhist chanting was accompanied by the intoxicating fragrance of Bodhi. Even the four Asura Demon Kings above the blood sea felt their bodies totter on the verge of collapse. Bo Xun held a long spear in his hands and looked at the buddhist light shining on his body with indignant eyes. He bellowed, "Quasi-Lift, don't go too far. This king will fight you to the death!"    

    

After all, the difference between their realms wasn't something that could be destroyed just by being brave and fearless. Demon King Bo Xun's spear headed straight for Ji Hao. A trace of a disdainful smile suddenly appeared on his benevolent face. He shook his head and sighed, "An ant is an ant. How can he shake the sky?"    

    

He gently waved his sleeves, as an indescribable feeling of freedom and unintentional came over him. The entire blood sea immediately began to emit a bloody light, and a bloody mist began to swirl in the air. The first Demon King Bo Xun was the first Asura race to be born, and the power of the Great Desolation had disappeared into the blood fog. Not a single speck of dust was left behind. All that was left behind was a mournful howl and the Asura Race's unwillingness.    

    

From afar, Styx's aged eyes flashed with a faint tear-filled light. Even the Great Wasteland would have feelings for someone with a huge ability, even Hong Jun himself. Otherwise, Hong Jun would not have sat down and acted against the heavens back then, and the Styx was naturally no exception.    

    

"Bo Xun..." The River Styx's roar was incomparably desolate, as if it could pierce through the heavens and earth. A pair of hate filled eyes stared fiercely at Ju Te in the sky. Ju Te was still smiling, as if the life that just passed away was no different from an ant in his eyes.    

    

"Fellow Daoist Styx, you should just follow me to the west side and enjoy yourself! And why bother? " He wanted to persuade Styx once again, but he didn't know that he had angered a terrifying figure. Even though Styx wasn't a saint, it was equivalent to a saint above this sea of blood.    

    

Creak Creak Creak. The River Styx gritted its teeth as it made a cracking sound. It furiously roared, "Absolutely speaking, just give up ?" I disdain being in cahoots with you, you traitor of the Celestial Sect of Wonders. "When you betrayed the Daofather, Qingyang martial uncle spared your life. Now you actually dare to scheme against the Blood Sea and Six Daos? Qingyang martial uncle won't let you off!"    

    

The River Styx naturally had its own reasons for mentioning Chen Yuyang at this moment. However, it seemed that it believed too much in its own judgment, as well as his and the power of reception. He did not take the words of the River Styx seriously and said with a laugh, "Fellow Daoist River Styx, do not use the name of Martial Uncle to pressure me. The foundations of the Six Daos Three Realms were fated with my Buddhist sect to begin with. Senior Master will not punish us! "    

    

As he spoke, he swept his eyes across the battlefield above the sea of blood. The Asura Race slowly retreated, but the children of his buddhist sects were still trying to sweep away all their enemies in the dawn of victory. He nodded his head in satisfaction and raised the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hands again. The entire sea of blood once again surged.    

    

The Nine Serenities Sea of Blood was the most filthy place in the world. However, the strange thing was that the blood sea of the netherworld was adjacent to the west of the Six Paths of Samsara, and connected to the east was connected to the three thousand weak water. Weak water was not something that a human should have. Weak water had three thousand points, but birds could fly, and feathers could not float. It could be said that this was the water flow that existed in both the Primordial World and the Blood Sea.    

    

However, the sea of blood was created from the tainted blood in the stomach of Great God Pangu, and was the most filthy out of all of Prehistoric Land. On the other hand, water was the purest form of water above Prehistoric Land. The pure white crystal was like a transparent pearl. The weak water had its own soul. Calm and silent, it remained by the shores of the Blood Sea.    

    

At this moment, a figure stood on the surface of the water with his hands behind his back. A faint smile could be seen in his eyes. A light breeze blew past, lifting up that person's clothes and making them flutter. The white robe was as clean as it used to be, like drifting snow. The faint smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be tinged with contempt.    

    

"Since you have come out, you should show yourself!" The young man's voice was as gentle as the sound of nature, causing ripples in the weak water.    

    

At some point, two figures had appeared behind the young man. The two of them wore Daoist robes and shook their heads at the same time. A person wearing a violet Daoist robe had a transcendent demeanor. A person was wearing a light-yellow Daoist robe. His long eyebrows were hanging in front of his chest. There was a faint smile on his face that was so enigmatic that it was difficult to see the black and white. "Who else could these two be other than Hongjun and Yangmei?    

    

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha! "Haha, haha ?" The young man spoke indifferently, his voice tinged with anger and ridicule.    

    

Hong Jun shook his head once again, and said: "Buddhist essence, Mysterious Gate's dao bone, speak for itself!"    

    

Yang Mei also laughed helplessly, as his narrowed eyes looked towards the direction of the sea of blood. That sliver of blood was obviously imprinted in his eyes, and he could only say helplessly, "Old friend Hong Jun, your disciple has to be the most fake. "So this is what it means to put down a butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."    

    

Hong Jun's face suddenly turned ugly.    

    

The young man's body trembled. His clothes were blown by the wind as he sneered: "Three thousand weak water is a place to kill! "What a pity, what a pity ?"    

    

The Three Thousand Waters Water was originally the purest and clearest water in this world. However, now that Chen Yuyang's murderous intent was set in stone, both Hong Jun and Yang Mei knew that this 3000 weak water area would soon turn into a Shura Hell. Although he could not bear to do so, he could only smile wryly and shake his head.    

    

Continuously stroking her long eyebrows, Yang Mei's faint voice was comforting, "Don't be angry, little friend Qingyang. This world is a cycle of karma after all. The Six Daos were the cornerstone of the Three Realms. If there was such a tribulation, the world would naturally be peaceful for tens of thousands of years in the future. Little friend, why do you care about this city? "    

    

Chen Yuyang's brows turned slightly, he snorted and said: "I naturally know about the tenets of the heavens, if not, I would never have dared to act arrogantly in this sea of blood since I am only a corpse!" Saying that, Chen Yuyang looked up at the silent Hong Jun, and laughed: "Old man Hong Jun, you can rest easy. As long as they don't go too far, I naturally won't kill them all. I won't embarrass you! "    

    

Hong Jun could only nod his head, still remaining silent.    

    

Who was Hong Jun? He was a Dao Ancestor, a tycoon in the desolate world, the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao. In this primal world, the only person who could cause Hong Jun to feel embarrassed was Chen Yuyang. After all, the Heavenly Dao was a variable, and variables could sometimes become determinants. Even Yang Mei, the old Daoist would not speak in such a manner in front of Hong Jun.    

    

And now, Chen Yuyang did indeed have the qualifications to speak like that. In the chaos and time just now, the power of the Reincarnation Eyes had already absorbed the boundless mana of the two Great Desolate Masters. Now that such a powerful energy had been converted into his own, Chen Yuyang was truly the first in history. No more fear.    

    

While the three giants of the prehistoric era were leisurely talking about the weak waters, the battle above the blood ocean continued. Although the billions of Blood God Children of the Styx were struggling to face the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, they were still above the sea of blood, so they could barely hold on.    

    

However, his Asura clan wasn't as lucky as he was. Facing the buddhist dharma weapons that were like killing gods, he would only be forced to retreat step by step. Originally, the Asura Race was the number one clan in Prehistoric Land, the devil race. And the righteous golden light of the Buddhist sects in the west is their natural nemesis.    

    

In a situation of equal numbers, it was impossible for the Asura Race to be a match for the Buddha. Not to mention, the number of buddhist dharma weapons was now many more than the number of Ashura clansmen. Ever since the Asura Race came out, it had been difficult for them to reproduce. In fact, there weren't many of them to begin with. This was also the reason why both the River Styx and Nuwa had created their own race, while Nuwa had become a saint.    

    

Although they were of the same race, the Asura Race had one fatal flaw: they could not reproduce like Human Clan. This was also the reason why the Asura Race could only rely on six cycles of reincarnation to prevent their entire race from being exterminated. Thus, this battle not only concerned the fate of the Six Paths of Samsara, but also the future of the Asura Race.    

    

It could be said that the Styx had used all of its power to prevent itself from crossing the sea of blood.    

    

The battle between Quintet and Styx had become more and more intense. The Seven Treasures Wonderland and the Buddhist Golden Body were like Bodhi tree of heaven and earth, sparkling with a golden light and exuding the fragrance of Bodhi. At the same time that it was confusing, it was also emitting a force that caused one's mind to waver. It flashed continuously in the air, causing ripples that seemed to cover the entire sea of blood.