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Chapter 976 This is just the beginning

When the leader of Tongtian sect killed people with his sword, he couldn't bear to lose his cultivation in the world, so he gave Xi Tong a sword energy.

This is the purest power in the meritorious incarnation of the Lord Tongtian, and it is also the sword intent that has been honed for tens of thousands of years.

Although there is only a small trace, but as a power seed, it is definitely a skill and technique above 9 stars.

It is also by virtue of this sword energy that Xi Tong instantly transformed into a sage of swordsmanship. Although there is still a big gap compared with the pure sword cultivator of Master Tongtian, he is still stronger than non-sword cultivators such as Yuanshi Tianzun and Yuanshi Tianzun. count.

At this moment, Xi Tong's understanding and use of swords are all peak existences. One person and one sword went straight to the sea of ​​blood, but Patriarch Minghe swung his bow left and right, grabbed Abi and Yuantu, and crossed his swords in front of him to make a cross. Parry.

boom!
Thousands of meters high sea of ​​blood waves hit head-on, it was completely like raising mountains from the ground, holding a mountain to crush and smash people.

However, Xi Tong lightly stepped on the top of the sea of ​​blood with his toes, and he flew up like a monkey, reaching the height of the waves in an instant.

cut!
With a single strike of the sword, although it does not have the invincible gesture of cutting the world open when the Master Tongtian used the Zhuxian Sword Formation, it is still more than enough to cut through a wave.

There is no dazzling light and shadow, and there is no rumbling sound. The whole world is like a silent movie.

The blood wave is silent, and the magic sword is silent.

This sword cut everything apart and also frozen time.

When everything recovered, Patriarch Styx discovered to his horror that the sea of ​​blood had been pierced by a sword, exposing the bottom of the sea that had not seen the sun for thousands of years.

And the blood pillar under his feet, as well as the throne under his body, all had cut marks as clean as a mirror.

So fast!

Without seeing what was going on...he was killed.

The two halves of Patriarch Styx's corpse sank into the sea of ​​blood like stones, his injuries recovered in the blink of an eye, and his strength returned to its peak state.

At this time, there were loud and noisy voices from the direction Xi Tong came from, as well as overwhelming fanatical shouts.

Sanskrit Sword Saint.

Numerous yakshas and rakshas rushed out like breaking a dike to release a flood, stepped into the world of asuras from the world of hungry ghosts, brandished the swords, spears, swords and halberds bestowed on them by Xitong, and launched a Ula charge.

In front of them is a group of asuras who have discarded their armor.

They are the army guarding the Hungry Ghost Realm, the army that used to overwhelm the whole realm, but in the blink of an eye, only this handful of people are left in front of them.

"hateful!"

Patriarch Minghe has been domineering for tens of thousands of years. When did he suffer such humiliation? A group of lowly bastards dared to set foot on their own land.

dead!
Although he was facing a saint, but in the blood sea range, the ancestor Minghe was super capable of fighting, and he was absolutely invincible in one-on-one duels, and even one-on-two would come and go.

"go to hell!"

"Blood Shadow Clone!"

The [-] pores on Patriarch Minghe's body erupted blood thin as a cow's hair at the same time. As soon as the blood light left the body, it stretched and swelled rapidly. hideous things.

The blood shadow clone is pure blood light condensed, invisible and qualityless, but possesses powerful lethality.

Patriarch Styx swelled all over his body, as if holding a fart, his chest, back, waist and abdomen trembled slightly, and his pores all over his body sprayed blood like Gatling, at a speed that even Nanmo Gatling Bodhisattva would sigh to himself.

After avoiding Xi Tong, these blood shadow clones went straight to the intruder.

The Asuras, who were the first to bear the brunt, saw the overwhelming blood shadow clone, not only did not have the color of surprise, but had endless fear.

Even though they had been stabbed with spears, the Asuras still fell to their knees and kowtowed like garlic.

However, the blood shadow smiled fiercely, and the moment he passed by, the phantom of the sword in his hand solidified instantly, and the Asuras froze all over, and then clutched their necks in disbelief.

No blood came out.

Because they don't even have a drop of blood on them.

There is even a blood shadow that pounced on Asura, appearing behind Asura as if passing through a wall, and Asura who was passed by it fell to the ground in an instant, his whole body was swallowed up, leaving only two broken pieces. Skin.

Asura's remnants were slaughtered in an instant, followed by Yasha and Rakshasa.

Hundreds of millions of blood shadow clones gathered in front of the creatures in the hungry ghost world, forming a blood-colored wall. Countless blood shadows folded their arms and sneered, bringing unparalleled spiritual oppression to the creatures below.

Yasha and Raksha hesitated for a moment, but soon, they put on a fighting stance without hesitation.

They have been conquered by Asura for tens of thousands of years, and they have suffered endless slaughter, plunder, and oppression. In order to survive, the land of the hungry ghost world has been dug up mile after mile.

They want to resist, but they have no masters, no weapons, and their bravery is just filling the sea of ​​blood.

Now, they have finally waited for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so naturally they must seize it tightly.

kill!

The blood shadows are invisible and qualityless, but the weapons Xitong gave them are not ordinary, they can cause heavy damage to the spirit body, every cut is accurate, and every knife is a blood shadow clone.

The cunning blood shadow enters the body of Yasha and Raksha along the eyes, ears, nose, nose and even pores, and manipulates the host's actions by controlling the flow of blood.

But Yasha and Raksha beside him didn't hesitate at all, and directly cut their companion's head and body with a sword.

There is no way, Yasha and Shura's lives are too cheap, even worse than worthless.

At least the mustard is still edible, but they can't even eat the mustard, so they can only eat soil every day.

Xi Tong watched with folded arms, not intending to interfere.

If a race wants to be independent, it cannot do without a struggle of blood and fire.

Yasha and Rakshasa are species that are not recognized by the Dao of Heaven, and they have no qualifications to survive in the Conferred God World. They can only have the identity of aboriginals only after undergoing the tempering of blood and fire, gaining merit, and even being recognized by the Dao of Heaven.

Xitong holds 48 shares of heaven in his hand, so he can bestow Yasha and Rakshasa with aboriginal status, but Xitong doesn't want to do that.

This is not a world where no one is weak and no one is justified. Poor people must have something to hate. If they have a hideous and ugly appearance, but are weak and cowardly in heart, even if they have aboriginal status, they are just a garbage creature, polluting the world of conferred gods race.

If you want to gain something, you must pay blood and sweat, instead of just relying on the tragic experience of your ancestors to make people cry.

Looking at Patriarch Styx who had resurfaced in the sea of ​​blood, Xi Tong smiled.

"You have 8000 million blood shadow clones, right?"

Patriarch Minghe didn't answer, because after such a short period of time, he only had 6000 million blood shadow clones left, and even those released were lost by one-tenth.

He never expected that his incomparable power and invisible killing skills would be easily defeated by others.

If it was broken by a sage, Patriarch Styx would still accept it, but it happened to be destroyed by such inferior and humble creatures as Yasha and Rakshasa.

Although every time a blood shadow clone is lost, ten, twenty, or even a hundred Yakshas and Rakshasas will be killed, but this kind of battle loss ratio is a loss.

After all, every blood shadow clone needs a long time of soaking and sacrifice, and there are more Yakshas and Rakshasas than mice, more tenacious than cockroaches, and more disgusting than maggots.

Damn!
Seeing the inferior species continuously pouring in at the junction of the two worlds, Patriarch Styx sank into the sea of ​​blood little by little.

Immediately, the sea of ​​blood surged, and the sea level instantly rose by a hundred meters.

And this is just the beginning!
　Thank you for pretending to be a reward of 100, thank you very much~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)