Chapter 230 Zhu Rong refines the sword and destroys the demon clan

Although Hengming would definitely agree with Di Jun's massacre of the human race, when he heard Di Jun's shameless words, he also felt sad about the shamelessness of this Emperor of Heaven.

"But that's good. It saves me from having to pretend and waste my breath."

Heng Ming's mind moved, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He said: "That's right. We, the innate saints, are all the essence of humanity. It's not enough to harm the world, but it's more than enough to serve ourselves. For the survival of the human race, some losses are nothing. Well, in this case, I will agree to it. But as the saying goes, you can't cut off the source, and you have to leave a glimmer of hope for everything."

Seeing that Hengming agreed so quickly, Di Jun was overjoyed. He immediately saluted to the two of them and was about to leave. At Hengming's signal, the Five-Colored Deer took him away.

Seeing Di Jun leaving, the two looked at each other, and Nuwa was the first to sigh: "I didn't expect that Di Jun, who has created unprecedented achievements, is now so deeply trapped in the calamity. It is really lamentable."

To outsiders, Di Jun might be safe and sound, with no sign of weakness in his aura, or even getting stronger. But in their view, Di Jun's luck has already set, and now he is just emitting the last bit of afterglow. When this bit of afterglow fades away, Di Jun will also fall.

It is only because of the rise of the great catastrophe in the present time, and the fueling of the eternal destiny, that endless catastrophes entangle all living beings. As long as they are tainted with cause and effect, they have to roll in this catastrophe. Even if they can hide in a cave and not come out, after a long time, their souls will be polluted by these catastrophe energies, and their bodies will be dirty. Their path will naturally collapse, and life will be worse than death.

As the leader of the demon clan, Di Jun had to do everything himself and was naturally the protagonist of this catastrophe. His hope of escaping unscathed was almost slim.

Apart from Emperor Jun, I'm afraid that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are also about to die. Several of them must die, or even the entire army must be wiped out in order to escape the disaster.

Nuwa couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Heng Ming, however, seemed to be indifferent, and said casually: "This is very good. Once the catastrophe occurs, all living beings will surrender, blood will flow for thousands of miles, and corpses will be everywhere. The Styx can also use this opportunity to cultivate. For us, it may be a good thing.

But every fault has its merit. The two tribes of witches and liches have done a lot of good things for the prehistoric world. There is a glimmer of hope that can keep their lineage alive. If these two tribes can be completely destroyed, the Styx will have hope of achieving enlightenment. But even with this glimmer of hope, the Styx is still one step short. "

After sighing, Nuwa began to think about the future. Hengming was right. The practice of the Way of Slaughter was both fast and difficult.

It is fast because as long as you carry out killing, you can increase your cultivation; it is difficult because if you want to break through the shackles of cultivation, you have to kill the superior being and gather a murderous intent to break through.

If you want to make the Styx become a god, you have to gather three murderous intentions for it, namely the murderous intention of heaven, the murderous intention of earth and the murderous intention of man.

As the saying goes, kill the sky, kill the earth, kill people, kill all things, and kill everything in order to achieve the great way of killing.

The murderous intent of heaven and earth is easy to deal with. They can also replace it with things like merit or earth veins, but the most difficult thing is the murderous intent of man.

If one wants to gather the murderous intent of people, one naturally has to kill a saint, which would be perfect. However, if one replaces him with countless sentient beings, that is also possible.

Nuwa thought for a moment, and finally felt that it was too difficult to destroy both the witch and the lich races. Not to mention whether the Heavenly Dao would allow it, the demon race was too widespread, and the witch race inherited a wisp of Pangu's destiny and was protected by the Heavenly Dao, so it was impossible to destroy them.

Hengming thought of a good idea, and then said to Nuwa: "I have a way. In addition to killing a saint, the concentration of this person's murderous intent must be filled with countless living beings, but the number is difficult to complete. In this case, why not use the filthy sea of ​​blood to fill it?"

After hearing this, Nuwa was also enlightened by Hengming's point of view. She had not thought of this point before, only because the position of the filthy sea of ​​blood was so important. It was a place where filth from the ancient times was collected, which was equivalent to the pylorus in the human body. It was almost impossible to shake it at all, so she ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

But if the Styx can be made enlightened through this, then all the losses can be forgiven. After all, if the Styx can be made enlightened through this, the worst that can happen is that the Styx itself can dissolve the filth in the future.

After all, he is a great god born from a filthy sea of ​​blood, and Styx’s experience in resolving filth is the best in the world.

Nuwa clapped her hands and laughed, "That's right. The filthy sea of ​​blood has existed for countless tens of thousands of years. It has existed since the beginning of the world. It has long contained the resentment of countless living beings when they died, and it is even increasing day by day. If it is transformed into human murderous intent, this is the well-deserved foundation for enlightenment."

Buzhou Mountain.

After Houyi learned that Chang'e had left him and flew to the moon, he became depressed all day long. He wandered around every corner of the Wu tribe like a walking corpse and had no intention of developing the tribe.

Hou Tu was afraid that Hou Yi would meet with an accident, so she had to detain him in Pangu Temple, which saved the other thirteen ancestor witches from having to take turns guarding the Temple. This was considered to be the best use of his resources.

Just as Emperor Jun received Heng Ming's permission to return to Heaven happily, a great tremor also occurred within the Wu Clan.

I saw one statue after another lighting up. It turned out to be Zhurong who had come to Pangu Temple in person and was summoning other ancestor witches. Houyi moved silently to a corner. He was drowsy and didn't care at all what was happening in the outside world.

Zhu Rong glared at Hou Yi in disappointment, but finally let him go, because he was confident that the big thing he was going to say next would shock every ancestor witch and completely suppress Gong Gong.

When the last ancestor witch statue lit up, the meeting was officially opened. Seeing that it was Zhurong who summoned them, Gonggong said dissatisfiedly: "Zhurong, what trivial matter are you disturbing again? Did Prince Changqin cough twice yesterday, or did he bump into a tree today? Why don't you switch positions with Ju Mang? Stop being the ancestor witch of fire and be the ancestor witch of wood. Go and make medicine and elixir for Prince Changqin every day, so as not to cry and annoy people here."

Prince Changqin is considered a legend in the witch clan. He is the son of Zhurong and the only son of the ancestor witch.

But this Prince Changqin was not the product of Zhurong's affair with a certain goddess. Instead, one day when Zhurong was practicing, he accidentally leaked a bit of the essence of the Nine Flavors True Fire. If that were all, it would be fine, but the strange thing was that this bit of the essence of the Nine Flavors True Fire happened to merge into a group of sexual energy.

As the saying goes, yin and yang interact to form offspring. The energy of this interaction is also called the energy of offspring. No matter whether it is a male god or a female god, as long as they integrate a little of their own origin into it, they can get an offspring. It can be regarded as the first choice for those great gods who want offspring but do not want to damage their own origin too much.

And that ball of mating energy merged with Zhurong's Nine Flavors True Fire origin, and naturally transformed into a witch, who called himself Changqin. Zhurong also loved this child very much, so he called him Prince Changqin, the future chief of the Zhurong tribe.

Prince Changqin lived up to Zhu Rong's expectations. He was very intelligent and although he had no soul, he had an intuitive sense of danger. The most commendable thing was that he had a peaceful temperament and did not have the violent temper of the usual fire witches. Naturally, he was loved by many witches.

Unfortunately, during a war between wizards and liches, Prince Changqin was beaten by the twelve Taiyin princesses, his origin was severely damaged and he was almost on the verge of death.

If Zhu Rong had not tried his best to treat him, Prince Changqin would have died long ago. However, Prince Changqin was bedridden all day long, and Zhu Rong was worried about him all day long, fearing that he would die. He even harassed other ancestor witches just to get them to work with him to find a solution.

This gradually made the other ancestor witches feel annoyed. When they saw Zhu Rong starting to call them in Pangu Temple, they thought he was harassing them again.

Gonggong and Zhurong didn't get along well, so he made a sarcastic remark unconsciously.

But Zhu Rong was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "You are too arrogant. I am not looking for trouble. Brother, I have found a way to destroy the demon race!"

Di Jiang had been resting with his eyes closed, but when he heard Zhu Rong mention the demon race, he opened his eyes and asked, "What did you discover that could destroy the demon race?"

The question was asked like this, but Di Jiang did not have too many illusions in his heart. After all, Zhu Rong had a quick temper and acted impulsively. It was not uncommon for him to report false news on a daily basis. With day after day of expectations, he had long been immune to this set of rhetoric.

Seeing that Dijiang didn't believe him, Zhurong immediately took out a big knife. The knife was pitch black and engraved with countless vicious runes. Each rune was carved with the resentment of thousands of wronged souls as ink, writing countless vicious chapters.

Zhu Rong danced the sword casually, and suddenly bursts of shrill wails were heard in the void. The voice was hoarse, as if a thousand-year-old evil ghost was unwilling to die and wanted to return to the human world to live another life.

When the ancient witches heard this voice, they trembled all over, and seemed to feel a chill in their minds. Even though they had no souls, they felt a sense of fear.

Hou Tu frowned slightly. She saw countless dead souls on the big sword. Their souls should have returned to the underworld, but they were bound by the big sword and tortured by the countless runes on it, causing them to howl in pain.

It is the wailing of these souls that can hurt the spirit.

Looking at the big knife, Di Jiang finally became interested and asked, "This seems to be a magic weapon targeting souls? Have you found out how to allow the Wu clan to freely use the magic weapon even if they don't have a soul? That can indeed destroy the demon clan!"

But Zhu Rong shook his head and said, "I don't have such great ability, but this sword was made by myself. I tried it on some monsters. This sword can't cut the monsters' bodies, but it can directly attack their souls and kill them directly. It can also leave their bodies for those monsters to eat. It is really a perfect weapon!"

"Did you make it yourself?"

Zhu Jiuyin finally asked at this moment.

But this is not surprising. After all, Zhurong is the ancestor of fire. Flame is good at burning everything. Refining weapons and alchemy are inseparable from fire. Zhurong is also the ancestor of fire who is best at refining weapons.

But Zhu Rong can only refine some ordinary weapons on a daily basis. When will he be able to refine some weapons that can directly target the soul?
Zhu Rong laughed loudly and said, "I swear to Father God Pangu that I made this myself. The materials of this sword are ordinary, but there is one material that is the most critical, and that is the soul of the human race!"

Zhu Rong then explained how he knew this.

It turned out that the demons were hunting humans on a small scale to refine their bodies, but turned a blind eye to their souls. Except for some special demon races that would directly devour these souls, the souls of most other humans were wandering directly between heaven and earth.

Although the Witch Clan will stop the Demon Clan from hunting humans, they also hold an indifferent attitude towards the humans who have already been killed, and naturally will not care about the souls of these humans.

While Zhu Rong was practicing, he accidentally heard the wailing sounds of those human souls. He felt that even he would tremble. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. That was to use these human souls to refine a weapon. Perhaps it could be used to target the fact that the demon race possessed primordial spirits!
The result was very gratifying. After collecting some souls, he actually refined a big sword made of human souls.

(End of this chapter)