The Buddha of Light improved step by step, and finally walked out of his body and fell into the underworld underworld. Finally, he said: "At this point, the cycle of reincarnation is perfect, the underworld is perfect, and I hope the way of heaven can understand it!"

This time, all the powerful people who paid attention to this place in the prehistoric world were stunned.

The Huangquan Road, the Ghost Pass, the Naihe Bridge, the Wangxiangtai, the Three Lives Stone, and the Forgetful River are all innate spiritual treasures.

The Book of Life and Death and Life and Death are both innate top-quality spiritual treasures, and they are the best among the best.

The cycle of reincarnation is an innate treasure.

This set of treasures shone brightly on everyone's eyes.

Too luxurious.

Even the saints such as Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Sect Master, and Cunti, had an evil fire in their hearts.

But then, it felt strange again.

Why are all these things used for reincarnation?

"Is this light a heavenly destiny in charge of the cycle of reincarnation?"

Such thoughts arose in their hearts.

The Styx in the distance twitched in the corner of his mouth.

He felt both envy and jealousy and a slight sense of imperceptible regret in his heart.

After the Buddha of Light said that, he looked up at the sky.

The wind blows thousands of miles.

White clouds flutter.

"Where is the merit?"

There was no movement in the sky for a long time, and the Buddha of Light was confused.

In Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Daozu looked at the Buddha of Light and his palm moved, and he actually had the urge to slap the other person to death.

Finally, he shook his head.

Rumble!

The next moment, the vast land was shaken, and the golden light of merit like a waterfall poured down from the sky, like a vast ocean.

Such merits are more than those created by Nuwa.

The strong people who followed him all jumped hard.

With so many merits, a saint will definitely be able to create.

In the fiery eyes of many powerful people, the golden light of merit was divided into two, sixty percent of which gathered together, extracting a true spirit from the void and fusing it into it.

During the breathing, Houtu reappears in the world.

Her cultivation level has soared to the perfection of quasi-saints.

"Houtu is no longer a witch, calm down the underworld!"

Houtu glanced at the prehistoric land, looked at the eleven ancestor witches who had arrived, and smiled lonelyly, and was involuntarily sucked into the underworld.

The body becomes reincarnation, and the merits condense the true spirit, but from then on, it will never appear in the world again, but it is countless times better than death.

"District the Underworld?" The Buddha of Light looked faintly, and he was a little dissatisfied when he saw the merits above his head. "My actually has only four layers, which is unfair!"

When the merit falls, he quickly absorbs it.

The cultivation level of the quasi-saint in the middle stage began to rise wildly, and it instantly reached the quasi-saint's perfection.

The Hongmeng Qi in his mind began to tremble and merge with the true spirit.

"Authentication of the truth and becoming a saint?"

The Buddha of Light was excited.

However, the Hongmeng aura given to him by Chu Yang only merged with one third of it and came to an abrupt end.

"It's not possible?"

A sense of resentment arose in the heart of the Buddha of Light.

Only the true spirit remains in Houtu, and it reaches the perfection of the quasi-saint.

He is a quasi-saint cultivation and has the energy of Hongmeng. With such great merit, he cannot attain enlightenment and become a saint?

The Reincarnation Plate, the Netherworld, took out so many things, but ended up barely stepping into the threshold of the holy path.

"Hongjun, don't tell me in the future that you are the ones who are doing it, otherwise...!"

The Buddha of Light grinded his teeth and looked at the Styx, showing a very gentle smile.
Chapter completed!