When the leader of Tongtian Sect was killed by his sword, he couldn't bear to scatter his cultivation to the world, so he gave a sword energy to Xi Tong.
This is the purest power in the incarnation of Master Tongtian's merits, and it is the sword intent that has been polished for tens of thousands of years.
Although it is only a small trace, as a power seed, it is definitely a 9-star or above skill and technique.
It is precisely with this sword energy that Xi Tong instantly transformed into a swordsman saint. Although there is still a big gap compared to pure sword cultivators like Master Tongtian, he is still stronger than Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuanshi Tianzun and other non-sword cultivator saints.
Count chips.
At this moment, Xi Tong's understanding and use of swords were at their peak. One man and one sword rushed straight into the sea of blood, but he was so frightened that Ancestor Styx opened his bow left and right, grabbed Abi and Yuantu, and crossed his swords in front of him to make a cross.
Parry.
boom!
The giant waves of the sea of blood, thousands of meters high, hit us head-on. They were like mountains rising from the flat ground, crushing people with a mountain peak, and smashing them.
However, Xi Tong stepped lightly on the top of the blood wave with his toes, and the flying monkey seemed to fly up, reaching the height of the wave in an instant.
cut!
With one strike of the sword, although he did not have the invincible posture of the Master of Tongtian who cut the world apart when he used the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, it was more than enough to cut through a wave.
There are no dazzling lights and shadows, and there are no rumbling sounds. The whole world is like a silent movie.
The waves of blood are silent, and the magic sword is silent.
This sword cut through everything and froze time.
When everything was restored, the Ancestor of Styx was shocked to find that the sea of blood had been penetrated by a sword, revealing the bottom of the sea that had not seen the light of day for thousands of years.
The bloody pillar under his feet and the throne beneath him all had slash marks that were as clean as a mirror.
So fast!
He was killed without even seeing what was going on...
The two halves of the corpse of Ancestor Styx sank into the sea of blood like stones. In the blink of an eye, his injuries recovered and his strength returned to its peak state.
At this time, noisy sounds and overwhelming fanatical shouts came from the direction where Xi Tong came.
Brahma·Sword·Sage.
Countless yakshas and rakshasas rushed out like a flood, stepping from the realm of hungry ghosts into the realm of asuras, waving the swords, guns, swords and halberds given to them by Xi Tong, and launched the Ula charge.
In front of them was a group of Asuras who had abandoned their armor.
They are the army guarding the Hungry Ghost Realm. The army that originally suppressed this realm was reduced to only this small group of people in front of them in the blink of an eye.
"hateful!"
Ancestor Styx has been domineering for tens of thousands of years. When did he receive such humiliation that a group of despicable bastards dare to set foot on his own land?
die!
Although he was facing a saint, fighting within the scope of the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor was extremely capable and was absolutely invincible in a one-on-one duel.
"go to hell!"
"Blood Shadow Clone!"
Forty-eight thousand pores all over the body of Patriarch Styx erupted at the same time as blood light as thin as an ox hair. As soon as the blood light left the body, it quickly stretched and expanded. It grew when the wind blew, and in the blink of an eye it became ten feet high.
of hideous things.
The blood shadow clone is a pure condensation of blood and light, invisible and qualityless, but possesses powerful lethality.
Ancestor Styx's whole body swelled, as if he had held in a fart, his chest, back, waist and abdomen were trembling slightly, and the pores all over his body were spraying blood like Gatling. The speed was so fast that even Namo Gatling Bodhisattva could not match it.
After avoiding Xi Tong, these blood shadow clones rushed towards the intruder.
When the Asuras who bore the brunt saw the bloody clones covering the sky, not only were they not surprised, but they were filled with endless fear.
Even though they were stabbed with spears, the Asuras still knelt on the ground and kowtowed as if they were pounding garlic.
However, the blood shadow smiled arrogantly, and the moment he passed by, the shadow of the sword in his hand solidified instantly. The Asuras froze, and then covered their necks in disbelief.
No blood flowed.
Because there isn't even a drop of blood on them.
There was even a blood shadow that pounced on Asura, appearing behind Asura as if passing through a wall. The Asura that it passed through instantly fell to the ground, and all the blood and essence in his body was swallowed up, leaving only two residual pieces.
Skin.
The remnants of Asura's defeated army were slaughtered in an instant, followed by Yaksha and Rakshasa.
Hundreds of millions of blood shadow clones gathered in front of the creatures in the hungry ghost world, forming a bloody wall. Countless blood shadows crossed their arms and sneered, bringing unparalleled spiritual oppression to the creatures below.
Yaksha and Rakshasa hesitated for a moment, but soon, they assumed a fighting stance without hesitation.
They have been conquered by Asura for countless thousands of years, and suffered endless slaughter, plunder, and oppression. In order to survive, the land of the hungry ghost world was thinned mile after mile.
They wanted to resist, but they had no masters and no weapons. Their bravery was just filling the sea of blood.
Now, they finally have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they must seize it.
kill!
The blood shadow is intangible and qualityless, but the weapons Xi Tong gave them are not ordinary and can cause heavy damage to the spirit body. One cut will be accurate, and each sword will create a blood shadow clone.
The cunning blood shadow enters the body of Yaksha and Rakshasa along the eyes, ears, nose, and even pores, and controls the host's movements by controlling the blood flow.
But the Yaksha and Rakshasa beside him did not hesitate at all, and directly decapitated and quartered his companion with one blow.
There is no way, the lives of Yaksha and Shura are too cheap, even worse than grass.
At least grass mustard can still be eaten, but they can't even eat grass mustard and can only survive on dirt every day.
Xi Tong folded his arms and watched, with no intention of interfering.
If a race wants to be independent, it cannot do so without a struggle of blood and fire.
Yaksha and Rakshasa are species that are not recognized by Heaven, and have no qualifications to survive in the world of gods. Only by experiencing the tempering of blood and fire, gaining merit, and even being recognized by Heaven can they have the status of indigenous people.
Xi Tong holds 48 copies of the Way of Heaven, so he can grant Yaksha and Rakshasa an indigenous status, but Xi Tong does not want to do this.
This is not a world where who is weak and who is right. Poor people must be hateful. If they have a ferocious and ugly appearance, but are weak and cowardly at heart, even if they have indigenous status, they are just garbage creatures, polluting the world of gods.
race of people.
If you want to gain something, you must put in your blood and sweat, instead of just living on the tears of your ancestors' tragic experiences.
Looking at the Styx Ancestor re-emerging from the sea of blood, Xi Tong smiled.
"You have 480 million blood shadow clones, right?"
Ancestor Styx didn't answer, because in such a short time, he only had 360 million blood shadow clones left, and even those released had lost one-tenth.
He never thought that his unparalleled power and invisible killing skills could be easily broken by others.
If it had been broken by a saint, Ancestor Styx could still accept it, but it happened to be broken by inferior and despicable creatures like Yaksha 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 no matter how you calculate it.
After all, every blood shadow clone requires long years of immersion and sacrifice, and Yaksha and Rakshasa are more numerous than rats, tougher than cockroaches, and more disgusting than maggots.
Damn it!
Seeing the continuous influx of inferior species at the junction of the two worlds, the Styx Ancestor sank into the sea of blood little by little.
Immediately, the sea of blood surged, and the sea level rose hundreds of meters in an instant.