Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 496: The "Four Beauties" of the Underworld: We have seen through the truth!

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Taoist Blood Mosquito blew himself up on the spot.

Even though the five giants of the Styx and the Netherworld were well prepared, they were still somewhat embarrassed.

Most of the sea of blood was evaporated, and the portal to the underworld was almost pierced.

The gates of hell appear in the world.

The guardian Shentu Yulei was horrified.

"It has nothing to do with you, please leave."

The Emperor of Fengdu walked out of the void calmly and waved his hand to send the two away.

"Yes, sir!"

The two gods respectfully took their leave.

"Ahem, ahem, this demon god is too cunning. He even used a trick to self-destruct. Part of his soul split and escaped. I only managed to capture a small part."

Ghost Ancestor put away the dimmed Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner with a look of pain on his face.

This is a huge loss, and I don’t know when it can be repaired.

He turned his head to look at the empty-handed Yan Emperor and said with admiration, "Daoyou are truly willing to sacrifice so much that he even destroyed the Divine Cauldron in order to resist most of the remaining power and protect the Sea of Blood!"

"It's just a medicine cauldron. It would be great if we can take it down."

Emperor Yan didn't seem to care and was quite open-minded.

“The supreme merit is heroism!”

The Ghost Ancestor's envy was beyond words.

What he was thinking was that as the Emperor of Humanity and the Yan Emperor of the human race, Shennong could refine another medicine cauldron based on his own merits.

Emperor Yan smiled and said, "You are mistaken, my medicine cauldron looks good, but it is actually a consumable item made of merit. Its power is not inferior to that of a top-grade spiritual treasure, but it can only be used once."

The sleeve of Zhen Yuanzi's right hand kept fluttering, bursts of immortal light overflowed, and a faint buzzing sound like thunder could be heard.

"I caught a big one, but he won't stop!"

Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly and suddenly sneered.

"Do you think the secret world in my sleeve is so easy to break?"

He formed a seal with his left hand and chanted a spell: "My anger shakes the heaven and earth, and the sun and moon lose their luster. My Qi swallows up the five mountains and overturns the four directions. Those who obey my spell will quickly surrender. Those who disobey my spell will be destroyed instantly..."

"The dark space reflects the void. Disaster has befallen this place, and misfortune is veiled. Heaven's wrath has fallen upon the body, and the five elements are emaciated. The soul is annihilated, and the spirit is scattered and collapsed..."

"The evil is immense, the calamities are numerous. The five energies are exhausted, and the three flowers die instantly..."

As the ultimate wizard of the ancient times and a master of spells, the Ghost Ancestor felt a chill down his spine when Zhen Yuanzi uttered the Three Thousand Killing Curses.

"Hey hey~, Brother Zhenyuan, Brother Zhenyuan!"

"Put away your magical powers!"

"I'm afraid that before you finish reciting the three thousand killing curses, we will all be cursed to death by you!"

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was really angry, Guizu and Yan Emperor hurried to dissuade him.

"Don't worry, I know my limits!"

Zhen Yuanzi looked as if he was worrying too much.

As the curses continued, Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves and robes finally returned to normal.

He nodded in satisfaction and said, "I have another great magical power here, called the Seven Arrows with Nailed Heads. It's just that time is short and I didn't have time to prepare it. Otherwise, if the five of us could have cast this curse together, there wouldn't be any need for such trouble!"

Zhen Yuanzi's words showed that he was very confident in his own unique skills!

The expression of Emperor Fengdu changed, and the look he gave Zhen Yuanzi became strange.

"Could it be that Xiaoliu learned his famous skills from Zhen Yuanzi?"

With the friendship between me and Zhen Yuanzi, it is not impossible for Lu Ya to learn if he really wants to.

"We have to learn it anyway, so why not just put it on the agenda?"

The King of Fengdu was very happy to help his old friend find a disciple to inherit his unique skills.

On the other side, a fairy walked out calmly from a dreamlike world.

You Meng flipped her hand, and a bowl of strange black and red soup appeared in the empty bowl.

She seemed to be in a good mood and couldn't stop smiling.

"Another ingredient has been added. I wonder what effect the soup made from the Hunyuan Fragmented Soul will have?"

Youmeng's eyes swept over the people around her one by one, as if she was planning to find someone to taste the soup.

The corners of Fengdu Emperor's mouth twitched, and he silently took a step back.

Then they said in unison: "We think that Fellow Daoist Minghe is very suitable!"

Anyway, Styx’s character is special.

In order to "avoid the pit", he took the initiative to jump into the "big pit" of Youmeng to fight disaster with disaster, and served as the "soup master" in Youmeng for a long time!

Therefore, the "Four Beauties of the Underworld" sold out the culprit without any pressure.

"Oh, by the way, where is Fellow Daoist Minghe?"

Emperor Yan looked around and realized that there was no sign of Minghe.

"Could he have been killed in the explosion?"

Ghost Ancestor clicked his tongue twice.

“Very likely!”

Zhen Yuanzi said seriously, "Just now, Taoist Blood Mosquito's main target was Taoist Minghe. I vaguely saw Taoist Minghe's killing sword was blown away."

Emperor Yan lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Now that you mention it, I seem to have seen fellow Daoist Minghe being blown to pieces."

"It's not like that! I just picked this up."

The King of Fengdu raised his hand, and a palm-leaf fan with a dim fairy light suddenly appeared.

"Let him brag about how the Sea of Blood won't dry up and the River of Hell won't die. Now look what he did, he's asking for death and letting others control him!"

You Meng lamented, "Now the ancestor will have one less boy to taste the soup with~~"

Without the "Soup Master", soup will be three points bland in the future!

While chatting and laughing, Emperor Yan and others searched carefully for a while, but they really couldn't find any trace of the Styx.

"Really fallen?"

Ghost Ancestor's expression changed and he looked solemn.

"That's not the case."

The Emperor of Fengdu shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Minghe is the Daoist Lord Shura, and he has left his mark in the six reincarnations. Even if the sea of blood is truly dry, as long as the reincarnation still exists, he will not die!"

"Besides, isn't the Blood Sea dry?"

As the most unlucky person in the prehistoric world, Minghe's ability to save his life is absolutely first-class.

Not to mention the boundless sea of blood, the word "exhausted" alone is a false proposition.

The sea of blood is a place in the ancient world that specifically accommodates filth and is a shelter for the negative energy of the ancient world.

How could such a place be completely dry?

Unless the world is destroyed.

Fengdu looked into the depths of the sea of blood, where there was a half-damaged placenta.

He raised his hand and took a picture with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, you've suffered a great loss this time. How about I send you into the cycle of reincarnation to experience rebirth?"

"I...I think I can still save myself~~"

A faint light flashed by, and the figure of the Styx appeared slowly.

His condition was obviously not good and his breathing was very unstable.

It’s really not easy to avoid the targeting at the Hunyuan level!

The placenta in Fengdu's hand turned completely gray, and its essence was almost drained away.

Shaking his head, the Emperor of Fengdu returned the banana fan and the placenta to the Styx.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Minghe put it away with a painful look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, please be more careful in the future."

Zhen Yuanzi sighed and took out five ginseng fruits from his sleeve.

Minghe was not polite to Zhen Yuanzi either.

After swallowing five ginseng fruits, his condition improved a lot.

"Actually, to be honest, I did gain something from this experiment..."

The Styx, which had just stabilized, suddenly started to show off.

Ghost Ancestor curled his lips and said, "Besides your brother, what else can you gain? Oh, by the way, he's not dead yet!"

"He's not dead yet?!"

Minghe was stunned when his words were interrupted.

Emperor Yan said, "They are also Hun Yuan after all. They dared to cross the boundary and come here. With your divine assistance, how could they die so easily? Only one of their spirits was lost. We intercepted some of them and let the rest escape."

"And given the grudges between you two, Taoist Blood Mosquito will definitely keep an eye on you. Fellow Taoist, you better be careful from now on."

Emperor Yan warned solemnly.

Taking the initiative to provoke the Hunyuan gods and demons, the pit that Minghe dug for himself this time is really big!

He will probably have to hold the "honor" of being the most unlucky god in the prehistoric world for three eons or even longer!

"Also, your brother values you very much. He has already told the other demon gods about the trap you set for him. If the two worlds go to war in the future, you will probably be targeted by a group of demon gods!"

Thinking of this, Emperor Yan felt a little gloating.

"Ah~~, what is this?"

The thought of his "bright" future made Minghe feel very confused.

However, he survived the "Ten Thousand Pit" incident and has survived to this day despite bearing countless causes and effects.

Minghe's heart was very strong, and he quickly put these troubles behind him.

Instead, he enthusiastically began to share his gains with everyone.

"Let's not talk about this for now. I have good news to tell you all."

"Is there really a harvest?" Ghost Ancestor was very surprised.

"Of course! How could I possibly lie to you?"

"Although I got into big trouble, thanks to the help of fellow Taoists, I was able to force Taoist Blood Mosquito to self-destruct, indirectly severing the form and soul of the Hunyuan Demon God, allowing me to further improve my Dao!"

"As long as I can recover, I will definitely be able to take another solid step towards the other side of the Tao!"

After Minghe finished speaking, he tilted his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled sideways, and clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking very proud.

"What did you say?"

The Four Beauties of the Underworld and You Meng all stared at the Styx with wide eyes.

Even after suffering such a great disaster, you can still make great progress?

"What's all the fuss about?"

Minghe smiled brightly and continued to boast, " My fellow Taoists, you should know that I, Minghe, practice the way of killing. The teachings of my Ashura sect are to prove the truth through killing!"

"I've killed the heavens, the earth, and all living things. Now, I've killed a Primordial-level being, and I've almost died. My mind is complete, and the road ahead is no longer uncertain. What unexpected events will arise from my next step?"

Kill the way, kill the way, prove the way through killing!

The road to the River Styx is actually very difficult to walk on.

They once deduced that it would be difficult to prove Hunyuan without cutting Hunyuan in the Styx.

Now it is true that a Hunyuan form and spirit has died, but does this count?

Fengdu and others fell into deep thought.

Judging from the cause, the creation of gods by the Styx led to the demons crossing the border.

Judging from the process, Minghe Huitong and others surrounded the other side.

Judging from the results, Hunyuan's body and soul were destroyed but Minghe was not dead.

In addition, Taoist Blood Mosquito was also certain that Minghe was the mastermind behind the incident, and he was willing to self-destruct to kill Minghe.

From this, we can conclude the "truth" of the whole incident: Minghe killed the demon god in order to prove his truth...

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It seems to work!

Everyone stared blankly at the River Styx in front of them.

They seemed to suddenly understand why this Lord of Killing who did not look like a "God of Killing" had this name!

Because no matter how unlucky the Styx is, or how many "big pits" he falls into, in the end, those who want to kill him will end up dying!

And he is still alive and well.

Looking at it this way, it seems that everything can be explained.

Minghe is a loser who often falls into traps, but he chooses to practice the path of killing.

Every time I fall into a trap, I get into big trouble, and then I either succeed in counter-killing myself or succeed in counter-killing myself indirectly.

If you really can't kill the enemy, just stay alive. As long as you don't die, you can continue to kill the enemy!

As long as he can fight his way out of the big pit and kill the person who dug it, his killing skills will improve.

So Minghe spent his whole life seeking death.

Is he making good use of his unlucky attribute?

Yan Emperor, Zhen Yuan, Gui Zu, Feng Du and You Meng felt that they had fully understood the essence of the Styx and expressed their feelings.

"So you are this kind of Styx!"

"We all wronged you."

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, please maintain your hobbies and continue to strive for the great way!"

"The Underworld will always be your strongest backing!"

Styx: ???

He said weakly, "You...what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly saying this? It's really scary..."

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to say more. Everything is for the Great Dao. We understand!"

"Come, come, we have some healing elixirs and nourishing supplements here. Let's give them to you so you can recover as quickly as possible."

Emperor Yan and others took out elixirs, rare treasures, spiritual fruits, etc.

Minghe took it with a confused look on his face, feeling extremely flustered .

"Huh? No, you guys..."

"When it comes to healing, my best skill is my soup."

You Meng stretched out her green jade fingers and drew a circle in the air.

"Since you look so pitiful, I'll allow you one bowl."

A bowl of pitch-black, bubbling soup fell into Minghe's hands.

It looks hard to drink!

The rest of the Styx is not sure, but there is a consensus in the underworld: the soup of Patriarch Youmeng must never be drunk.

Styx shuddered.

The disordered breath in his body was almost stabilized by fear.

He politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, Old Ancestor. I feel much better now!"

Don't you want to drink my soup?

Youmeng was very unhappy about this.

Her eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously.

"I treated you with sincerity and offered you soup, but you tried to refuse."

"Do you have any objection to me?"

Minghe said hurriedly: "I don't mean that..."

You Meng interrupted him with a sneer and continued, "Having a problem with me means you want to destroy the unity within the underworld."

"Anyone who destroys the unity of the underworld is the public enemy of the entire Netherworld!"

"And the public enemies of the underworld are not tolerated by the underground!"

"Those who are not tolerated by the earth will be punished by heaven! There will be no place for you in the entire prehistoric world!"

"Whether you want to drink this soup or not, think carefully about it."

Minghe listened woodenly, and now he felt his head buzzing.

Who am I? Where am I?

Aren’t we talking about drinking soup?

How come I suddenly became "unacceptable to the world"?

"Have you thought it through?" Youmeng's words tortured Minghe's heart.

Minghe had no choice but to make up his mind, close his eyes, and drink the bowl of black soup.

After a bowl of soup, I felt refreshed.

He said in surprise, "Not bad, this soup of the ancestor is really... uh uh... uh... poisonous!"

Fengdu and others watched helplessly as Minghe covered his neck with a distorted expression, his whole body twitching for a while, and then fell straight into the void.

"Bang!"

The River Styx crashed into the sea of blood, splashing water millions of feet high.

The entire sea of blood turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon it was mostly dark!

Countless wronged souls and regretful spirits instinctively fled madly towards the edge of the sea of blood.

A large, empty black bowl was spinning in the void.

Youmeng was obviously stunned.

She came to her senses, put away the magic treasure with a guilty conscience, and looked .

I could only hear her mumbling to herself.

"Is it really that hard to drink?"

The four beauties of the underworld remained silent.

A bowl of soup can knock down a powerful person. Is it a question of whether it tastes bad or not?