Lord of the Low Version System

Hou Tu was immediately overjoyed when he learned that the purpose of the saint's trip was to the Asura world.

The Asura Realm is adjacent to my underworld, and is often harassed by it. Fortunately, I have the strength of a saint, so I was not attacked by it. However, the Hungry Ghost Realm is plundered by it every day, and starving people are everywhere, as if the ghost has no human form.

It's a pity that although powerful people appear frequently in the world of hungry ghosts, there are no saints to protect them. On the contrary, the Asura clan has the ancestor of the Styx to suppress their luck, and they also have a share of heaven. They are so arrogant and domineering that even the saints of Western religions can do nothing. No.

Xi Tong thought to himself: Bald Donkey, I remember this.

No wonder the two saints of Western religion are so active. It turns out that this is the reason.

Although Buddhism later became so powerful that the Asuras could not hold their heads up, and captured countless Asuras, and even converted them into Buddhism, becoming a double-flowered red stick and a gold-medal thug.

But for now, Western Sect is still a younger brother, and it is inevitable that he will suffer losses in the Asura world, and certainly more than once.

Xi Tong secretly thought: You want to use my hand to weaken the Asura world, and then you can go over and take advantage and save Asura? no way!

From now on, I will protect the world of hungry ghosts!

Lead the way!

Hou Tu Gongsheng should be.

She has never been a leader...

But even if it's the first time, it doesn't seem unfamiliar. Instead, it's familiar, full of joy and incomparable desire and expectation.

Although the Asuras failed to invade the underworld, friction between them was definitely inevitable. The Wu Clan didn't have the kind of temperance of a bald donkey, so naturally they couldn't bear this tone.

In the world of hungry ghosts, Xi Tong and Hou Tu stand side by side, hanging in the clouds.

The so-called hungry ghosts are not scary, but also have a desolate meaning.

A ghost is not a ghost, but a living creature of flesh and blood, somewhat similar to the ghosts in the folklore of the island.

They have different shapes, but most of them have green faces, fangs, strange shapes, and are ugly and ferocious. However, they are naturally powerful, sharp, and quick, and they also have many special abilities.

Yaksha, like the Yellow Turban Hercules, is a cultivator’s favorite servant and a perpetual companion.

The reason why Nezha caused trouble in the sea was because he was scolded by the patrolling Yaksha and was beaten to death on the spot by Nezha.

This is certainly the reason why Yaksha is ugly, but also because of his low status.

A lowly and humble existence dares to talk to my third-generation disciple of Tangtang Chanjiao? Who gave you the right to look directly at me? Why are you sharing the same sky with me?

court death!

Rakshasa is similar to Yaksha, but Rakshasa is relatively more beautiful, especially female Rakshasa.

However, this world is being attacked by Asuras day by day, plundering supplies, food and beautiful Rakshasa.

The last grain, the last drop of water, the last girl were all snatched away by Asura, and Yaksha and Rakshasa lived a miserable life.

He is not good-looking to begin with, but if he suffers from hunger, wind, sun and sun, he will become miserable.

Fortunately, Yaksha and Rakshasa are born without grains, and their ability to endure hunger can be called Max, comparable to that of zombies.

It's really pitiful. These creatures have never had enough to eat since they were born. They live on eating soil all day long. They dig the earth year after year, expanding the world of hungry ghosts ten times.

Xi Tong waved his hand, and the hungry ghost world was instantly covered with clouds and rain. In the blink of an eye, there were thunders and heavy rain.

The smoke-dry land was instantly injected with life, the cracked ground healed, and in the blink of an eye, green grass emerged from the soil.

Yaksha and Rakshasa all went crazy.

After discovering the two figures in the sky, they all knelt down in cheers. Immediately, the power of fanatical faith surged over from all over the world.

It's just a rain. To Xi Tong, it's just a matter of waving his hand.

But for the creatures in the hungry ghost world, every drop of water is comparable to life-saving gold, not to mention that this rainwater is full of vitality, which not only nourishes the land, but also sprouts the vitality of the earth.

No matter what happens in the future, I can have a full meal now.

Even if you eat dirt, it will still taste like dirt.

Xi Tong didn't care much about this. With the various professional systems in place, there were hundreds of millions of faith powers every second, including many fanatical faith powers.

This thing has made me numb.

On the contrary, in Houtu, except for the remnants of the Wu clan, almost no one worshiped her. It was the souls of the dead whose memories were completely erased as soon as they entered reincarnation. They could not remember anything, let alone worship her.

Therefore, with the light of practice, the body that has been around for thousands of years is nourished and feels comfortable.

Sensing the strange movement in the world of hungry ghosts, a group of powerful but fierce-looking creatures appeared in the sky.

It was Asura.

Although they conquered the world of hungry ghosts, they did not kill them all. Instead, they used them as a blood bank and a soul bank. Whenever necessary, they plundered Yakshas and Rakshasas like animals.

The last grain of food and the last drop of water are taken away, just to weaken Yaksha and Rakshasa, prevent them from resisting, and give birth to strong men.

Not only that, they also drained the spiritual and water veins of the hungry ghost world, turning it into an absolute realm, a dead realm, and a prison.

The strangeness of this rain must be due to something unexpected, and I don’t know if some genius was born.

Must search and kill!

Seeing the appearance of Asura, the Yakshas and Rakshasas all over the mountains were stunned, and then they were filled with fear from the depths of their bones.

They fell to their knees in a hurry, their foreheads pressed to the ground and trembling, fearing that they would be spotted and taken away by the Asuras.

Everyone knows that once you are taken away, it is impossible to come back.

Seeing this scene, Xi Tong sighed.

Then he raised his hand again and emitted a black and white light that illuminated the earth.

Countless QR codes appeared out of thin air, turned into swords, guns, swords and halberds and fluttered to the ground, piercing each Yaksha and Rakshasa in front of and at hand.

The opportunity has been given to them. If they still take advantage of their necks and kill them, then they will fall here forever.

There is no reward of merit or luck for helping them, so why bother.

The two of them turned around and flew towards the place where Asura appeared. The moment they entered the passage between the two realms, there were overwhelming cheers and heart-shaking shouts of killing behind them.

Saint, they are praising you.

Xi Tong did not understand the language of Yaksha and Rakshasa and had no idea what they were talking about.

Hou Tu translated: Ban·Sword·Sage. Brahman is their honorific title for the virtuous, and sword is because swords are the most numerous among the weapons you just gave.

Xi Tong nodded, that's it.

But then I thought about it, damn!

There is already a coin-throwing demon king, and now there is a sword-selling saint. The only thing missing is the staff-making mage, right?

Since entering the world of gods, Xi Tong has always been cautious and never messed with the cause and effect easily, but he didn't expect that he would lose his reputation by being careless.

Well, Asura, you are dead!

The two of them walked very fast, and soon, an endless sea of ​​blood appeared in front of them.

Hou Tu said: This is the birthplace of Asura, and also the home of Saint Ancestor Styx.

It is rumored that the Sea of ​​Blood never dries up and the River Styx never dies. It is the two saints of the Western Sect. Although he can defeat the ancestor of Styx, he escaped into the sea of ​​blood when he saw the opportunity. After a short period of cultivation, he returned to his full glory. The two saints also took advantage of him. No way.

After saying that, Houtu took a step back.

I wonder what methods this saint will use?