It reaches the sky and the earth, like a high tower.
Blood poured down from the high tower, covering everything like a waterfall. Even with Xi Tong's eyesight, he could only see vague shadows through the blood curtain.
Figure!
Densely packed!
Like a legion, densely packed figures filled it like sardines, more like terracotta warriors and horses waiting for the order of war.
There are hundreds of towers and thousands of towers.
Like row upon row of rocks, like a halberd pointing toward the sky, they are so densely packed that you can’t even see the edge.
kill!
A high tower was activated, all the Asuras opened their eyes at the same time, and the bloody light shone like the blazing sun on everything.
However, as far as the eyes could see, it was as if a cold current was passing through, and the blade reached their bodies. Yaksha and Rakshasa couldn't help but shiver and tremble.
"It's the sleeping legion!"
There was a hint of nervousness in Houtu's voice.
"Legend has it that Asura conquered many worlds to prove his Tao through killing. Killing one person is a crime, and the group rules the roost, but this is just the threshold to enter the tower."
Xi Tong nodded and looked at the top of the tower. There was only one Asura at the top of each tall tower.
Compared with other Asuras whose appearance, body shape, and aura are standardized and copied and pasted, the one at the top of the tower has vastly different looks and temperament, but each of them can be called "self".
Looking at the reliefs protruding from the beams and columns of the blood-colored tower, it is obvious that each tower owner has tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of battle experiences, and each one is an elite among elites, a god of death among gods of death.
"If you slaughter nine million, you will be the hero among the heroes!"
"What a murderous aura!"
The tower owner of a bloody tower waved his hand and pointed at the battlefield, and the tower's top immediately shot out a bloody light beam. The light beam lasted for a long time, like a straight bridge.
The tower master walked quietly in the air, stepped on the bridge, and his figure shot out instantly, appearing on the battlefield with a snap of his fingers.
Other Asuras rose into the air one after another and flowed along the bridge into the battlefield.
One after another, the towers bloomed with blood-colored blazing light, and the figures of the Asura Legion entered the battlefield with the force of waterfalls, mercury pouring down from the sky, and quickly turned the tide of the battle.
The blood shadow clone lost the pressure and finally started wreaking havoc, cooperating with the Asura Legion to launch cruel and bloody revenge.
However, the Yashas and Rakshasas, who had their heads drained of blood by the owl, stood up one after another, holding their own heads under their arms, and continued fighting.
Even if it is split in half, the flesh sprouts at the break will grow wildly, sewing itself together like a zipper, and continue to fight.
This time, the asuras were shocked.
Many of their members have conquered the hungry ghost world and know the ins and outs of this world.
Although Yaksha and Rakshasa have all kinds of strange special abilities, it is not surprising that there are a few individuals with tenacious vitality who can survive even if their heads are cut off, and they can survive even if they lose their virginity.
However, that probability is very small, less than one in ten thousand.
But in front of me, there are almost all of them.
In the sea of blood, Ancestor Styx was also stunned.
Unlike the Asuras who only see the surface, he sees the essence of the matter at a glance.
"The rules of reincarnation! Damn it, Hou Tu's control over the rules of reincarnation has actually reached this level."
Although Houtu reincarnates in reincarnation, it is only a place where the souls of the dead stay for a short time. She can neither produce souls nor restrain souls. She only serves as a receptionist, guiding the wandering souls to where they should go, and at the same time, she brings them to where they should go.
Accepted souls are packaged and sent to where they belong.
But what about Yaksha and Shura?
He actually got rid of the shackles of reincarnation and lost the constraints of life and death.
Life and death are irreversible, even if there is no reincarnation, their souls will lose their attachment, wander and dissipate in the world, but they will never be able to remain attached to their bodies.
Especially those who had their heads cut off, their arms cut off, their waists chopped off, and their bodies split apart. In the past, such injuries would have definitely resulted in death, but today, all of them have become Xingtianwu Ganqian.
There is only one possibility for this, and that is to transcend the influence of life and death.
The creatures in the Hungry Ghost Realm are inherently tenacious and can survive, reproduce, and even grow stronger by simply eating soil. Coupled with their tyrannical talents, once the constraints of life and death are removed, an explosive effect will immediately occur.
Yaksha and Rakshasa are indeed weak, especially when facing the elite legions of the Asura clan.
But they no longer have the constraints of life and death. Even if their heads are cut off, they can still hold their heads and fight. Even if they are cut into pieces, they can lie on the ground for a while and become heroes again.
In a sense, Yaksha and Rakshasa already possess the most powerful and heaven-defying racial attributes of the Fourth Natural Disaster.
Therefore, Xi Tong is not worried about their battle with Asura at all. With the population base of the Hungry Ghost Realm and the attributes of the fourth natural disaster, the Asura Legion is simply useless.
As long as you dare to show your health bar in front of the fourth natural disaster, even gods will be slaughtered for you.
At present, there are not many people in the Hungry Ghost Realm, and the battle pressure is high, and the losses are fast and the replenishment is slow. However, with the subsequent influx of people, the balance will gradually tilt, and it will tip to the side of the Hungry Ghost Realm little by little.
Ancestor Minghe saw Xi Tong's plan.
Although he was surprised that the other party could change the rules of reincarnation, he was not timid.
Within the scope of the blood sea, he can also change the rules of reincarnation. The living corpses floating on the sea are the best example.
The Asura Legion, which was in poor fighting condition, immediately gathered together, then retreated little by little, leaving the battlefield.
As long as you return to the blood sea and drink the blood water, not only will your injuries heal, but your condition will return to its peak.
Although the creatures of the Hungry Ghost Realm are difficult to deal with, they are not powerful and do not have the ability to resist them.
"Hahaha! No matter the rules of reincarnation, I can still control life and death. When I kill you and seize the power of reincarnation, what will heaven do to me?"
The sea of blood never dries up, the river Styx never dies.
This is his confidence.
However, Xi Tong held up the Emperor's Benji with his left hand and buckled down with his right hand, pretending to grab a ball of blood.
"In this era, there should be aristocratic families! Among the aristocratic families in the world, Beiming is the first one!"
The pages of The Emperor's Chronicles were turned with a roar, and it came to the end in an instant, but at this moment, a new chapter slowly opened.
"The one from the North Ming Dynasty is a fish, and his name is Kun!"
On the Beiming Family, the outline of a fish slowly appeared, and it slowly squirmed and undulated.
"The Kun is so big that it can't be thousands of miles away!"
The outline of the fish has not changed, but the background has become infinitely distant and insignificant, making people intuitively feel the physique of the big fish.
"Transformed into a bird, named Peng."
Fish are flying in the shallows, eagles are flying in the sky, every scene is so vivid and powerful.
"Peng's back doesn't know how many thousands of miles it is!"
"Flying in anger, with wings like clouds hanging from the sky..."
With Xi Tong's words, the image of Kunpeng in the Beiming Family became clearer, fuller, and more real. The original pages of the book also became lifelike, with the accumulation of vicissitudes of life and the weight of the prehistoric times.
"In the first year of the reign of King Ren, he died on Chao Ge."
Finally settled.
At this time, Xi Tong pressed the blood cell in his right hand on the page.
This is the purest blood essence left after Demon Master Kunpeng was strangled by a large formation and all scales, armor, flesh and claws were worn away.
It looks like the size of a fist, but is actually as deep as the ocean.
Moisturized by the essence and blood, the pages of the Beiming Family's book emitted a majestic raging sea. With a violent roar, a figure swam out of the page and instantly blocked the sky.