Luo Shentong did not expect that Wu Rong's ambition was so great that he wanted to completely incorporate the upper reaches of the Styx River into the underworld.

The River Styx is said to be a river, but it is actually much wider than an ordinary river.

The source of the river comes from the sacred mountain.

Among them, the largest and most extensive section is called the "Sea of ​​Blood" and is owned by the Nether Tribe monks.

The Ning clan, one of the ten clans of Yin Tian.

The ancestor of the Blood Sea is a real Daojun of the Three Flowers Realm.

It is said that the ancestor of the Blood Sea once had the opportunity to become a loose immortal and an ancient emperor. However, he disdained to delay the path of others, preferring to stick to the Three Flowers Gathering and look for his own opportunity.

How can they provoke such a strong man?

If the underworld wants to control the upper reaches of the Styx, it will definitely anger the other party.

Luo Shentong said cautiously: "I'm afraid it will offend the Nether Clan's great master."

"As far as I know, there is no ancient emperor in the Nether Clan."

Wu Rong put down the wine bottle and said slowly: "They occupy the best section of the river, wouldn't it be too arrogant to interfere in the upper reaches?"

"What does the Palace Master mean?"

"I have declared war and need the cooperation of the Shura clan."

The lights in Senluo Hall are brightly lit.

The vertical eyes on Luo Shentong's forehead moved slowly. He really didn't know how to answer.

Although the great sage of the Shura tribe not far away was impatient, he was not in a hurry.

a long time.

Luo Shentong rubbed the corner of his eyes and sighed: "As for the Shura clan, only the master of the palace obeys."

"Hahaha!"

Wu Rong laughed loudly, raised his glass and said: "Fellow Taoist will not regret it, and neither will the Asura clan."

"Come."

"Dry!"

"Dry."

Luo Shentong also raised his glass, and the Shura clan had no choice.

Just as Luo Tianzhen said, if they disagree and watch from afar, they will be the first to be dealt with by the underworld.

He already understood this problem when he saw the palace master.

That clearly didn't give him a choice.

Fortunately, Wu Rong did not directly let the Shura tribe integrate into the underworld, which saved his face.

Snap.

Putting down the wine bottle, Luo Shentong raised his eyes and moved slightly. Since the tone has been set, he wants to completely capture the upper reaches of the Styx River and unify the northwest, then it is time to calculate the power in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "The Shura tribe can form an army of six million.

Fifty saints and twelve great saints, I wonder how many troops the underworld can send?"

Wu Rong on the throne looked calmly and said with a smile: "A huge fleet of ships."

"A total of tens of millions of Yin soldiers!"

Luo Shentong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked around. The one who could attend this banquet was none other than the Great Sage.

But the true background has still not been revealed.

"Actually, fellow Taoists also know that the tribes going south are not our opponents. Our real opponents now are only the Netherworld tribe. As long as we can unify the northwest, we will have the strength to compete with the big tribes."

Wu Rong looked at the wine bottle, which reflected his eyes with a deep sense of calm.

Luo Shentong nodded: "I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The Underworld will definitely obstruct it, and maybe there will be strong men appearing in the battle."

"What if the underworld army..."

He was just worried about angering the Hades.

"It doesn't matter."

The hoarse and ethereal voice echoed through the hall.

Everyone immediately looked at the tall monk in the first seat on the right.

Red hair crown.

It is the ‘God’ of the underworld.

It is also the true foundation of the Demonic Land.

Sanhua Daojun.

Taishi Zunhun.

Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun raised his wine bottle and said solemnly: "The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and earth."

"Anyone who dares to take action will kill Shen Minghe!"

Everyone was in awe.

Only now did they recall the temperament of their own God.

Even though he usually lives in seclusion, he is actually a real god of murder.

The killing of Erhua Dao Dao Lord from the Ancient Immortal Tower on the shores of the East China Sea is enough to prove his strength. Now that Dao Dao has been extinguished and Sanhua is dead, no one knows how many souls are in the banner.

Once the formation is opened, it will not only cover the demonic land, but also the killing formation will probably cover the sea of ​​​​blood of the underworld.

He said no one would question killing Shen Minghe.

The faces of all the great saints turned red.

Beat your chest and salute.

Luo Shentong looked at Tu Shanjun, raised his wine bottle, and gave silent support.

The elders of the sect were silent, obviously the sect was more eager for the underworld to take action quickly.

Wu Rong stood up and raised his wine bottle: "I'd like to thank you all for this battle."

He grinned ferociously and his aquiline nose twitched, giving him a more ferocious look and fierceness.

"Don't worry, everyone, if anyone unfortunately dies in battle, I will definitely protect your soul. If your soul is shattered and your true spirit is destroyed, I will risk my life to avenge you."

"Those who recite my name will not fall into hell:"

"Those who recite my sutra will see eternal life in reincarnation!"

"The underworld will rise."

"The world will be unified."

"At this time, there will be a seat beside Tianzun."

The monks of the sect, headed by Dao Lord Qiu Longjue, raised their glasses one after another. The Asura clan, under the leadership of Luo Shentong, also obeyed orders, and the great saints of various clans in Moming who had become officials of the underworld even followed suit.

Yu Shen and Ru Zang lined up on the left and right, commanding their subordinates to wait quietly for the palace master's order.

Wu Rong raised his head and drank.

"Southern Expedition!"

"Here!"

The roars in unison echoed through Senluo Hall.

…

call!

Purple flames burn brightly.

Standing in front of the internal combustion alchemy furnace, the real Jin Dan was glowing with purple fire.

Qiao Mao is a monk who was born in a school. When he was building his foundation, he chose the inner alchemy furnace subject in the puppet art. Since he cultivated the golden elixir, he has been selected as an alchemy furnace maintenance monk with excellent results.

He thought he was on an ordinary giant ship, but the internal combustion alchemy furnace in front of him was like a towering mountain.

He couldn't imagine how huge the giant ship powered by this alchemy furnace would be.

Maybe there will never be a day when it is completely ignited.

Unexpectedly.

The alchemy furnace was lit.

Looking at the burning purple fire, the terrifying spiritual aura turned into a "power" that shook the world, Qiao Mao felt her blood boiling.

"What do you think this alchemy furnace activates?"
To be continued...