Chapter 79: The Virtue of Xuantu Tower Surpasses Heaven and the Hatred of Minghe is as Deep as the Sea

  "The Blood Sea's Great Array, rise!" The old ancestor of the Nether River let out a loud roar, and the two swords of Yuan Tu and A Bi transformed into flowing lights that shot into the Blood Sea and disappeared. Afterwards, the Blood Sea churned and foamed, the Nine Underworlds changed color, and the entire world was filled with an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, illuminated by the rolling bloody waters that dyed everything a deep crimson red. The Blood Sea's unprecedented gigantic waves rose to an extreme height under the urging of the Great Array's power, before crashing down in a reverse gushing motion onto the rear earth below the Xuanyuan Treasure Tower.

  The Old Ancestor of the Nether River saw the might of the Blood Sea Great Array and was indeed not ordinary, suddenly he wasn't so angry anymore. He clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Haha... Hou Tu, I let you oppose me, I let you interfere in my business, I let you eat your fill and get arrogant, I let all of you dare to look down on me. The Blood Sea is your final destination, haha..." The Nether River Old Ancestor was indeed a strange person, as he spoke, he suddenly flew into a rage again:

  "Heavens are really unfair!!! Everyone fought for the treasure, why did this Post-Heavenly Good Fortune Treasure end up in your hands, a mere ancestor of the Wu clan?! Heavens are unfair!!!

  While saying that, she stomped her feet and pointed at him, cursing: "What's the use of having the Good Fortune Treasure? You'll still lose to me! This time I'll deal with you and take this treasure, it will finally alleviate my hatred!"

  The situation with Hou Tu was also not good. When Zhou Cheng gave her the Xuan Huang Pagoda, he didn't say much, only giving her the method of offering sacrifices and refining it. Although she had been cultivating Pan Gu Yuan Shen for a long time, there were still some places where she couldn't grasp the key points. With an incomplete Pan Gu Yuan Shen, how could she bring out the full power of this Xuan Huang Pagoda, the number one treasure of the post-heavenly world? Hou Tu furrowed her brow, seemingly worried in her heart. She had no choice but to repeatedly recite the mantra she had just realized, hoping for a miraculous effect.

  The vast polluted blood water, under the urging of the great formation, finally gradually compressed into a thousand-mile-wide eerie blood cocoon, inside which Hou Tu and Xuan Huang Tower could not be seen at all.

  Houtu was lost in thought, suddenly came back to her senses, and found that she had indeed been a Taoist for a long time. She even forgot that she was the ancestor of witches. Although she was not good at fighting, she was good at defense after all.

  "Pangu has divine power, Zu Wu has mysterious skills, defend!"

  Houtu revealed her true form, and the Great Defensive Technique was deployed. The situation improved slightly. A mysterious yellow light with a Hongmeng aura shot out from the void, and after merging with the Xuanhuang Tower's Xuanhuang energy, the defense became even more solid. No matter how fiercely the blood scabs outside churned and corroded, it remained unmoving.

  The blood cocoon was drawn by the Nether River, and everything that happened inside could be seen clearly. After seeing it, Hou Tu increased his defensive power with the secret technique of Zu Wu, and he couldn't help but jump up excitedly.

  "Houtu, you're just a woman, why are you learning such turtle shell techniques? You're suffocating me!" Minghe cursed while increasing the corrosive power of his Blood Shackles, and the two began to entangle each other.

  Jiuyou Blood Sea, Minghe Old Ancestor sat cross-legged, operating the Great Array to urge the blood cocoon to corrode the defensive earth, and the earth's head was topped with a mysterious yellow treasure pagoda. While reciting the mantra, he also performed the ancestral witchcraft, but the two were evenly matched in their battle.

  In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed, and there is still no distinction between contradictions. Hou Tu is still as calm as ever, as if to prove what was said earlier. Ming He, on the other hand, is getting more and more furious, like an old ox eating a pumpkin, extremely hungry but with nowhere to vent, anxiously turning around in circles.

  "Houtu, you and I were originally fellow disciples, and we didn't have any great grudges. You've already come out of the Xuanyuan Tower, as long as you can use the Great Dao to make me submit, I won't bother with you again." Minghe saw that Houtu was not taking the bait, so he started to think of a different plan.

  Houtu listened and thought it made sense from a woman's perspective. They were all siblings in the same school, so it would be best to persuade him. Why did they have to fight and tear each other apart? She decided to withdraw her defenses and go out to mediate.

  Suddenly she thought of the human tribe, if the human tribe didn't leave Qingqiu Mountain, I'm afraid even the witch and demon tribes wouldn't dare to kill them at their doorstep, good one, Minghe, you want to deceive me.

  "Hmph, as long as the Blood Sea Formation operates for one more day, I'll stay in this Nine Prisons for another day. There's nothing to be said. If you want me to leave, it's simple - just withdraw the formation and promise not to do such things again!"

  Minghe's face twitched with anger. You, Hou Tu, have really made up your mind to stay in the turtle shell and block my good fortune!

  "Houtu, think it through clearly, if you don't give up now, Shixiong will have no choice..."

  "When ways are different, there's no use in making plans together. What's the point of talking more?" Later, Tusi was not afraid at all, and threatened that this thing would be useful for Zu Wu.

  Ming River saw Hou Tu, salty and bland not to eat, soft and hard not to fear, and then there was no more concern, the body unfolded, but it turned out to be a transformed Taoist body, a ball of turbid air essence.

  The origin of the Nether River was one of the three objects born from the essence of the chaotic and turbid air after Pangu opened up the sky. One transformed into the essence of the pre-heavenly turbid air, becoming the Ancestor of the Nether River; the second transformed into the Yu Tu and A Bi twin swords, achieving the Pre-Heavenly Spiritual Treasure.

  The essence of the turbid air flashed and drilled into the blood cocoon, wrapping around the defensive layer of the Xuan Huang Pagoda. The surrounding space seemed to be polluted by this ball of innate turbid air, emitting a crackling sound. Under the pressure of the Blood Sea Array's power, the Nether River had taken advantage of the timing and geographical advantages, and the situation suddenly became severe.

  Houtu's face turned pale in an instant, her mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out, splashing onto the light silk on her white clothes. The elegant and refined Houtu now looked even more enchanting, but with a sickly complexion that evoked pity and love.

  "Brother, you really are ruthless... Ah..." Before he could finish his sentence, the turbid energy surged and Hou Tu was suddenly struck flying, spitting out another mouthful of blood that landed right on the Xuan Huang Tower, making his face even paler.

  "Brother Zhou Cheng, thanks to your numerous mistakes and misfortunes, the weight of responsibility is crushing me. This time, I fear I will perish in this sea of blood. Originally, I wanted to be like you, brother, protecting humanity, but alas..." Hou Tu muttered, his expression miserable, his eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly tragic.

  Qingqiu Mountain, Xie Yuxuan Temple.

  Zhou Cheng, who was sitting upright on the bamboo chair, suddenly felt a tightening in his heart, and after calculating with his fingers, he realized that Hou Tu was in trouble. He let out a light sigh, his mouth moved slightly, and then closed his eyes to meditate again into the vast emptiness.

  "Hahahaha... the Xuanyuan Tower is mine!! Hou Tu, I'll send you on your final journey." The turbid Qi of Menghe River transformed into a swirling vortex, emitting a sound that could capture souls and seize spirits.

  Just as Hou Tu was about to close her eyes and wait for death, a very familiar voice suddenly echoed in her mind, a voice she often yearned for, although she didn't know why she yearned for it, but as soon as she heard it, she felt comfortable in her heart.

  "Quickly and thoroughly refine the ancient yuan god, combine it with the body of the ancestral witch, and achieve the way of Hou Tu." It was indeed Zhou Cheng's voice.

  Houtu heard this and felt a surge of joy in her heart, finally understanding why she couldn't reach the state of unity between human and divine after obtaining Pangu's primordial spirit no matter how hard she tried to refine it. It turned out that it wasn't about refining Pangu's primordial spirit at all, but rather about transforming her own primordial spirit, combining it with her ancestral witch body, and forming a truly belonging Houtu primordial spirit of her own. As soon as this thought arose, the refined Pangu primordial spirit, which had been under her control, flashed and thoroughly merged with her ancestral witch body in an instant. A burst of blue light radiated from Houtu's body, causing the turbid air essence transformed by the Naihe River to tremble for a moment.

  Minghe concentrated his mind and took a look, only to see that after the green light flashed by, Hou Tu's figure reappeared, but it was somewhat eerie. Originally, a good-looking ancestor witch wearing a white dress and light gauze had transformed into a Taoist priest wearing a yellow brocade robe, with a jade hairpin holding up his cloud-like black hair, a face like jade, and a strand of cloud-like green silk hanging down from his forehead, like the clear waves of the ocean.

  "Minghe, you can't be so arrogant, come with me to see Master Zhou Cheng."

  He didn't care how the essence of the turbid air transformed by Menghe River reacted, and under the great progress of Hou Tu's work, he pointed to the Xuan Huang Pagoda with one finger. The pagoda suddenly shot out a Xuan Huang energy, sweeping away the bloody shadows that filled the sky; With a second sweep, the essence of the turbid air was absorbed.

  (It was strongly recommended on the homepage, and then it went online. Brothers, with your support, can I become the first civilian author of Starting Point? Anyway, I don't know any big shots, so I'm relying on your support.)