Chapter 388 The Great Dao Oath and the Styx Plan

When passing by Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi, two invisible flashes of blood flashed past.

Two crystal-clear blood beads, as red as blood, have fallen into the hands of Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi.

Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi looked at each other in surprise. They turned their hands and saw that the blood beads had been put away by the two of them.

The Blood Sea Blood Bead is condensed from the evil energy of the Blood Sea for hundreds of millions of years. It is extremely pure and can greatly increase the strength of the physical body.

Even though Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi are now Daluo Jinxian, this blood bead still has a great effect on them.

In Luofu Cave, Zhao Gongming saw Ming He walking in, with a slight smile on his face.

"When will Fellow Daoist Styx have time to come to my place?"

When Zhao Gongming was in the sea of ​​blood, he took advantage of the situation to suppress others, saved the mosquito Taoist, and even caused trouble with the boss of Ming He.

But with the passage of time, Zhao Gongming proved that everything turned into dust and dissipated in the long river of history.

Ming He smiled slightly and said, "The prehistoric era was broken, and the Tao Ancestor divided the three realms. It seemed that the situation was stabilized, but the split of the prehistoric ancestral line is an indisputable fact."

Zhao Gongming said straight to the point, "Whatever Taoist Brother Minghe wants to say, just say it."

Styx River Road, "The ancient world is broken, divided into three realms, the world level has fallen, the innate spiritual energy is slowly degenerating into the acquired spiritual energy, practice will only become more and more difficult, and now, the heavens have enshrined the gods, humans, interpretations, and interceptions, and Mahayana Buddhism stands. But the Taoist Patriarch also ordered that for immeasurable calamities, saints should not take action in the wilderness. I guess that the next battlefield will shift to saints preaching and fighting for territory."

"I have practiced the way of killing since the beginning of the world. My subordinates Abi and Yuantu have killed countless creatures, but only the holy blood has not been stained."

Styx's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and traces of murderous aura surged out of him uncontrollably, explaining his thoughts to Zhao Gongming.

After hearing this, Zhao Gongming roughly understood what Styx meant.

Styx was right. In the center of the ancient world, the battle between the saints shattered the ancestral lineage of the ancient world.

The prehistoric world was torn into pieces, and even the combined efforts of all the saints could not stop the speed of its disintegration.

Fortunately, Dao Ancestor took action and used his supreme magic power to maintain the prehistoric world that was about to be shattered. However, this was only an appearance. The ancestral lineage of the prehistoric world was already torn apart like the four major continents today.

In addition, Taozu ordered that the saints are not allowed to take action in the prehistoric period for immeasurable calamities.

This will also cause the situation in the Three Realms to change from an open battle to a secret battle for territory and luck.

Styx's idea was to take advantage of the opportunity of the saints' orthodoxy to expand, preach, and compete for luck to kill the saint's incarnation, thereby perfecting his own killing method and gaining a chance to attain enlightenment.

Zhao Gongming thought for a while and then answered.

"Friend Styx's idea is indeed feasible. You can just test it yourself when the time comes. Why come to me?"

Indeed, even if the Styx Saint Slaughter failed, with the blood sea as the base camp, there would be no fear even if the Saint came in person.

Because even if the saint wants to kill Styx, he still has to withstand the consequences of the endless evil energy of the blood sea after Styx's fall. Generally speaking, there is no need to worry.

Ming He chuckled, "I have a sea of ​​blood, so I don't have to worry about the saint killing me. What I want is for fellow Taoists to help me hold the saint back at the critical moment."

When Ming He said this, Zhao Gongming completely understood.

What Styx wanted him to help was to drag the saint's true body to rescue him at the moment he slaughtered the saint, to help Styx complete the last step.

Zhao Gongming thought for a while and then asked, "Have you decided which saint you want to kill?"

Minghe said without thinking, "Of course it's Zhunti, the ancestor of the ten thousand Buddhas of Mahayana Buddhism."

Minghe knew his position very well. Although he had Ah Bi, Yuantu, and the 480 million Blood God Sons in the Blood Sea to help him, it was rare for a saint to find an opponent.

It may be that those who have achieved enlightenment and become a saint do not have powerful means in their hands, so to kill the saint, it is natural to kill the weakest saint.

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "Okay, I agree to this matter."

Ming He was startled. Zhao Gongming had practiced Taoism for so many years, but he had never suffered any losses. He was even prepared for Zhao Gongming to open his mouth and bleed heavily.

Suddenly hearing what Zhao Gongming said, he couldn't help but be stunned and asked quickly, "You have no conditions?"

You know, this is an opportunity to help others achieve enlightenment. Even if the success rate is still unclear, it is already of infinite value.

Zhao Gongming shook his head, "There are no conditions, I just hope that after fellow Taoist disciples of the Styx River prove the truth, Jiejiao will have one more ally and the underworld will have one more point of protection."

Ming He became even more suspicious. The suspicious character he had developed since the Long Han Catastrophe made him unable to believe that Zhao Gongming's condition was that simple.

Zhao Gongming spread his hands and said, "There are indeed no conditions. If Fellow Taoist Minghe doesn't believe it, there is nothing I can do."

Suddenly, Ming He thought of something and hurriedly said, "No matter whether this matter is successful or not, fellow Taoist can't ask me to do anything about this matter. Can fellow Taoist dare to make a great oath?"

Ming He was very vigilant. He would be relieved if Zhao Gongming opened his mouth, but Zhao Gongming's lack of desire made him uneasy.

It should be noted that at their level, every move involves cause and effect.

Zhao Gongming helped him like this without asking for anything in return, which implicitly meant that he owed Zhao Gongming karma.

This cause and effect may seem inconspicuous on ordinary days, but at critical times, it may be of great use. This is why Styx asked Zhao Gongming to take the oath of greatness.

The Dao oath, swearing by the Dao, no matter the Heavenly Dao Saint, the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, or the higher-level cultivators like Hongjun, must be bound.

Under the shocked eyes of Minghe, Zhao Gongming made the Dao oath without any hesitation. In an instant, a muffled thunder sounded above Mount Emei, representing the Dao's approval and the Dao oath was established.

In Luofu Cave, Zhao Gongming said, "Are you satisfied now, Daoist friend Minghe?"

Minghe restrained the smile on his face and said solemnly, "It's okay if the plan to kill the saints fails this time. If it succeeds, you will be the most loyal ally of Jiejiao in the future."

Not long after, Minghe said goodbye, and Zhao Gongming continued to retreat.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three thousand years have passed.

The once prosperous Shang Dynasty, which was submissive to the four barbarians, finally turned from prosperity to decline.

The last king of Shang was incompetent and indulged in wine and women. The dynasty was unstable. At this time, a righteous army rose up to kill the king of Shang and seize the world. The whole world was out of control.

In Chaoge, the capital of the Shang Dynasty, the king of Shang finally reacted and hurriedly sent a large army to quell the rebellion, but it was too late.

The treasury was empty, the treacherous officials were in chaos, and even the military pay could not be paid. Who would work for you?

In the sixth month after the righteous army rose up, the Shang Dynasty was officially destroyed.

On the shore of the East China Sea, the ancestral land of the human race, a sigh appeared on the faces of the sages of the human race.

Thousands of years have passed, and the world has changed. Even as powerful as the Shang Dynasty, it will eventually be destroyed.

On the contrary, Emperor Xin was very open-minded, "Dynasties change, the sun and the moon rotate, as long as the temple of our human race is immortal, the human race's heritage will not be cut off."