Chapter 138 The lion opens its mouth and the Styx is numb

Styx's blood-colored eyes swept across the crystal clear lotus seeds, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his expression instantly changed from gloomy to sunny.

"What a treasure. I'll accept it, uncle. Senior nephew Gongming is too polite. What kind of gift do you want to give me coming all the way?"

Styx waved his hand and the jade box disappeared, then scolded the Asura tribesman, "What are you still doing here? Why don't you retreat quickly?"

"Yes, ancestor."

The Asura tribe was frightened and hurriedly disappeared into the sea of ​​blood.

After accepting the gift, Minghe did not want to continue to argue with Zhao Gongming about the mosquito Taoist.

The Mosquito Taoist people have recognized Zhao Gongming as their master, and it is a done deal that cannot be undone. The most important thing is that Sanqing Enlightenment is no longer what it used to be.

Although he, Ming He, was not afraid of the Sanqing in the sea of ​​blood, he would not be able to resist the Sanqing if they were really determined to destroy him.

It's better to go with the flow and sell Zhao Gongming a favor, hello to me, hello to everyone.

After Minghe accepted the lotus seeds, his attitude improved visibly, allowing him to ask questions in a leisurely manner.

"Houtu Ancestral Witch, Master Nephew Gongming doesn't come to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason. He came to my Blood Sea this time. There must be something going on, right?"

Styx, it's too early to get up if there is no profit. Don't look at the treasures you have just accepted now, and you are smiling, but if it involves a struggle for interests, you will turn against you immediately, without stopping for a second.

Houtu said, "I heard that there is a place called Netherworld Sea near the Sea of ​​Blood, Fellow Daoist Styx?"

"Yes, there is indeed a place called Netherworld Sea."

Styx replied nonchalantly.

"In the Nether Sea, there are countless remnant souls of ancient monks who have died. They have practiced for hundreds of millions of years. Are they for the ghost clan?"

Hou Tu continued to ask.

"Yes, they are indeed called ghost tribe."

"I dare to ask fellow Daoist Styx, what is the overall strength of the ghost clan?"

Styx finally stopped trouble. He frowned and said, "What do you want to ask? Just say it directly. Why beat around the bush?"

Hou Tu smiled and said, "The thing is like this. Recently, there have been frequent wars between my witch clan and the demon clan. The karma and evil spirits on us are increasing day by day, so we want to go to the Netherworld Sea to transform into a vicious ghost clan and earn some money." Some merits, I wonder if Fellow Taoist Styx can agree to it?”

Karma-ridden?

Making money merits?

Or in his Styx territory?

Hou Tu must be thinking about shit!

Minghe spoke directly without thinking for a second, "Houtu Ancestral Witch, you should know the rules of my Blood Sea. The Netherworld Sea is the territory of my Blood Sea, and outsiders are not allowed to set foot on it."

Hou Tu smiled lightly and said, "Fellow Taoist Minghe, don't refuse in a hurry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Minghe looked at Houtu indifferently and signaled her to speak quickly if she had anything to say.

"In the Netherworld Sea, every thousand years, I will give fellow Taoist friends a piece of Nine Heavens Breathing Land. In addition, every time I transform an extremely vicious ghost tribe, I will share four points of successful virtues and give them to fellow Taoist fellows from the Netherworld River. How about that?"

Styx was born in the sea of ​​blood. He is a creature of the sea of ​​blood. He carries endless evil energy and karma. In the prehistoric times, Styx's karma was the first, and no one dared to claim the second place.

He had tried to clean up those ghosts before, but the result was that evil added to evil, and no merit was obtained at all. Instead, the karma of those ghosts would be superimposed on Styx.

After going back and forth, Styx became disheartened. In addition, those ghost tribes were unruly and difficult to control. In the end, Styx didn't care about the Nether Sea at all and let it fend for itself.

As for the creatures in the ancient world, they also covet the merits in the Netherworld Sea.

But it's a pity that the River Styx is so powerful that no one dares to stroke his tiger beard, so the Netherworld Sea has been allowed to stay until now.

"Nine days of resting on the soil, four successful virtues"

Ming He squinted his eyes and played with the Abi Sword. He quickly said, "I want seven successful virtues. In addition, I have to pay ten thousand years' worth of Nine Heavens' Breathing Land at a time."

"Fellow Daoist Styx, you are too dark."

Hou Tu's pretty face changed slightly, "Although I am the ancestral shaman of earth, condensing the Nine Heavens Breathing Earth will take a lot of time and energy, and it can be delivered every three thousand years at most."

"Besides, seven degrees of success is too much. I'll give you 45% at most."

Zhao Gongming was also eye-opening. Styx was more of a capitalist than a capitalist. This method of oppression seemed familiar.

Seven successful virtues, plus so much Nine Heavens Breathing Earth.

To the end of Hou Tu's work, I'm afraid he won't even be working for Styx anymore.

Zhao Gongming immediately spoke to Hou Tu, "Uncle Minghe, your conditions are too much. You sit at home and your merits come from heaven. It is already good to divide it into 40%. If you divide it into 70%, you can ask the great emperor Yes, who is willing to do this deal?”

Xing Tian scratched his head. He was not sure about the twists and turns inside.

But he could vaguely feel that Lord Zu Wu seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Styx Jiejie smiled strangely, "If you don't agree, then forget it. Anyway, ancestor, I am not short of this little merit."

Styx looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Zhao Gongming sighed, turned to Houtu and said, "Uncle Houtu, since Uncle Minghe has no willingness to cooperate, we can only go to the Golden Ant Clan."

Hou Tu nodded slightly, "Let's go."

After saying that, Hou Tu took Zhao Gongming and Xing Tian was about to leave.

Styx was confused for a moment, a clan of golden ants? Of course he knows.

They are numerous, invulnerable, and powerful, but their bloodline potential is a bit low, and they can hardly be ranked among the thousands of people in the wild.

But what is the relationship between the golden ant clan and the merits Hou Tu mentioned?

"Fellow Taoist Houtu, wait a moment."

Styx hurriedly tried to stop him.

On the white clouds, Zhao Gongming and Hou Tu looked at each other, with knowing smiles on their lips.

Then he turned around and asked expressionlessly, "Do you have anything else to do, Fellow Taoist Styx?"

"What does the golden ant clan you just mentioned have to do with earning merit and eliminating karma? My ancestor has never heard that the golden ant clan has the ability to earn merit."

Styx's curiosity was obviously aroused and he couldn't wait to ask.

Hou Tu explained, "We, the Wu Clan, have discovered a new way to earn merit and sort out the ancient land. Now, all members of our Tu tribe have begun to take action."

"The golden ants have numerous members, are infinitely powerful, and are invulnerable. They are most suitable for sorting out the ancient world. It will be a blessing to give them some benefits when the time comes."

After Hou Tu finished speaking, he turned around and left again, but Ming He quickly stopped him, "Fellow Taoist Hou Tu, we can still discuss it."

"There is nothing to discuss. Fellow Taoist conditions are too harsh, and we don't want to be taken advantage of."

"The worst case scenario is that I'll give in, and you set the terms." Styx suddenly became anxious, and merit was also of great use to him.

He didn't want to take advantage of the brainless bunch of Golden Ants.

Hou Tu turned around and his beautiful eyes lit up slightly, "Fellow Taoist Minghe, are you telling the truth?"

"If you ask about the credibility of our ancestors, there is no reason to take back the words that have been said and the water that has been thrown out."

Styx felt confident, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Hou Tu pondered for a moment and said, "Nine Heavens Breathing Soil will be settled every three thousand years, and each time it will be no less than a palm-sized piece. As for the merits of transforming the Netherworld Sea Ghost Clan, let's divide it three to seven, me seven, and you three, if you agree , let’s make an oath of heaven right now, if we don’t agree, there’s no need to continue talking.”

Styx became anxious again, "It wasn't 40% just now, why is it now 30%?"

Houtu smiled brightly, and said, "I suddenly discovered that it is more cost-effective to find the Golden Ant Clan than to find the Taoist Fellows of the Styx, so the price will naturally change."

After thinking about it for a while, Styx realized that he would definitely make a profit no matter what, so he nodded.

"Okay, just do as you said."