Chapter 133 The Netherworld Sea Ghost Clan and the Witch Clan’s Path

The sky is blue and clear, and soft white clouds float in the sky, rolling occasionally.

I don't know how much time has passed, but Zhao Gongming and his party have seen the Primordial Tianzhu and Buzhou Mountain from a distance.

Buzhou Mountain is still as majestic and majestic as when Zhao Gongming first came. It stands in the center of the ancient world, connecting the spiritual veins of the four poles of the southeast, northwest, and evolving endless innate spiritual energy to nourish all living things in the ancient world.

"Fellow Daoist Gongming, we're here, we're almost there."

It was the first time that Xing Tian stayed in the sky for such a long time, and he was dancing excitedly.

Zhao Gongming nodded slowly, controlled the white cloud, and slowly landed on the edge of the Houtu tribe.

As soon as Zhao Gongming and others landed, a bunch of strong men from the Wu tribe rushed out from the Houtu tribe and gave Xingtian a bear hug.

"Xingtian, where have you been these days and why haven't you said anything to us."

"That's right, I've been looking for you to compete with me these days, but I can't find you no matter how hard I look."

Xingtian is an honest man. At this time, he said honestly, "I followed the order of the ancestral witch to go to the East China Sea to find fellow Taoist Gongming."

"Fellow Daoist Gongming?"

The group of strong men from the Wu Clan suddenly became excited, "Fellow Daoist Gongming, you have helped our Wu Clan perfect the Pangu Body Refining Technique. It has been a great help to us."

"Yes, the efficiency of Pangu's body refining technique has been improved by one-fifth after being modified by fellow Taoist Gongming."

"Fellow Taoist Gongming is kind to our Wu clan. This time, we have to entertain Fellow Taoist Gongming well."

Xing Tian patted his chest and said, "Brothers, please be patient. After Master Ancestral Witch is finished, it won't be too late for us to have another banquet."

"Okay, just listen to you."

Under the watch of a crowd, Xing Tian tried his best to persuade Zhao Gongming to the Houtu Dojo.

"Fellow Daoist Gongming, go in, the ancestral wizard is inside."

"good."

This was the second time Zhao Gongming came to Houtu Dojo. He was already familiar with the roads and walked in directly.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Hou Tu coming towards him with a sad look on his face. He looked much more haggard than when Zhao Gongming met Hou Tu for the first time.

"Master Nephew Gongming, you are finally here."

Zhao Gongming was a little surprised. He bowed in salute and said, "Uncle Hou Tu came to see me. What's the matter?"

Hou Tu sighed and said, "I heard that Saint Nuwa and Senior Brother Sanqing both achieved enlightenment because of you. I want you to point out to me where the future of the Wu Clan is."

"oh?"

At this time, Zhao Gongming was completely surprised. He did not expect that Hou Tu would ask this question.

He thought about it for a moment, and decided to follow the original idea instead of making any shocking statements rashly.

"Isn't the reason for the war between the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan to unify the world and use the luck of the atmosphere to prove the Tao?"

Hou Tu smiled bitterly and said, "But that was before. Now, now that the Six Saints have returned to their throne, and the position of Heavenly Saint is approaching perfection, even if we can really unify the prehistoric times and gain supreme luck, we will not have that last Hongmeng." Purple Qi, if you want to achieve enlightenment, it is still difficult to reach the sky.”

After Hou Tu finished speaking, his thoughts struck, and he saw bursts of black mist escaping from her slim body. In the black mist, there were endless red threads entwined, which was very terrifying!

"What a rich karma of heaven!"

Zhao Gongming was surprised. All ancient monks would, more or less, have some heavenly karma attached to them.

But something as strong as Hou Tu's body can only be found by those demons who kill innocent people indiscriminately and do all kinds of evil.

But Hou Tu, as far as Zhao Gongming knew, had a calm personality and aloof from the world, how could he be contaminated with so much evil karma?

There was a bit of bitterness on Hou Tu's face, "The Lich War has been going on for countless thousands of years. The number of creatures that have perished due to the war between the Witch Clan and the Monster Clan has long been countless. The karma on our bodies is all dead. The resentment of those living beings.”

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly and continued to ask, "So, fellow Taoist Gongming, is there any way to save a glimmer of hope for our Wu clan?"

Zhao Gongming pondered for a moment and said, "The karma is strong and requires merit to offset it. If the Wu Clan wants to save itself, a large amount of merit is essential."

"Merit?"

"The Wu Clan has no soul, how can they obtain so much merit?"

A wry smile appeared on Houtu's face.

The limitations of not having a soul are too great. The Wu Clan below the Great Luo Jin Fairyland cannot even fly in the air. This is unimaginable for other races.

"This is very simple. It can sort out the ancient spiritual veins."

Zhao Gongming spread his hands, "Uncle Houtu, as you just said, the lich has been fighting for countless thousands of years, and countless creatures have fallen. The earth seems to have been plowed by giant beasts countless times, the earth veins are broken, and the spiritual veins wither. The prosperous land has also become barren. Master Hou Tu can naturally gain the power of merit and reduce his karma by repairing the earth's veins!"

"This is a good idea!"

Hou Tu's face showed surprise. Why didn't she expect this?

"Second, does Master Houtu know where the remaining souls of the monks under the Great Luo Jinxian went after their death?"

Hou Tu frowned and thought for a while, "I remember that those remnant souls all gathered in the Netherworld Sea, which is very close to the Endless Blood Sea and is the territory of the Ancestor of the Styx River."

"right."

Zhao Gongming nodded with all his strength, "I heard that Master said that after the Great God Pangu opened the sky and the monks under Da Luo Jinxian died, all the remaining souls poured into the Nether Sea. After hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, spiritual wisdom has been born. Calls itself a ghost clan.”

"Although they didn't even have the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian before they fell, after they fell, they devoured each other, learned from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and actually gave birth to many powerful ghost cultivators."

"As ghosts, they have lost their humanity. Wherever they go, there is grief everywhere. Billions of miles of land have turned into ghosts. They are very famous among the myriad tribes in the prehistoric world. They also carry huge karma. If Master Hou Tu goes to eliminate them, he should be able to earn a lot of merit."

After communicating with Hou Tu for a long time, Zhao Gong clearly saw that Hou Tu had no idea of ​​creating reincarnation.

Even if he directly told Hou Tu about creating reincarnation, Hou Tu probably wouldn't be able to prove the truth.

On the contrary, it is very likely that he would leak the secret of heaven and be targeted by the heaven.

Haste makes waste, so Hou Tu can only go to the Netherworld Sea for a while and wait for the opportunity to understand the Tao.

After hearing this, Hou Tu's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she stood up and bowed to Zhao Gongming, very grateful.

"I have benefited a lot from listening to your words, thank you very much."

Although Zhao Gongming's methods did not point out a smooth road for the Wu clan, they at least gave them hope.

In the future, when the karma is reduced, the Wu clan may not have no chance to get out of the karma of the heaven.

This is already a very good result for the Wu clan.

After saying that, Hou Tu said seriously, "This time, your nephew helped me a lot. If you have any conditions, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it."