Looking at the 48 pieces of Heavenly Dao he had mastered, and then thinking of the last piece in the hands of Ancestor Styx, Xi Tong intuitively thought of the New Immortal World.
The two worlds are so similar. They are all about collecting pieces to put together a jigsaw puzzle. Some people only need to hold one part of it to own everything.
After all, if others want to collect everything, they have to come to him. He doesn't need to step out of iron shoes, he can just sit at home and wait.
Sea of blood!
Endless as far as the eye can see!
Xi Tong looked far into the distance, but he couldn't even see the edge.
Although the Asura Realm is a paradise-like existence, the Styx Ancestor has been building it for countless thousands of years. Through various means, this blood sea has become some kind of grand formation-like existence.
The Chronicles of the Emperor!
When the first page was turned, Xi Tong's body glowed with golden light from the inside to the outside, and then a layer of skin was attached like gold plating.
The Emperor Jun was condescending, his eyes were shining brightly, and he quickly saw the true face of the sea of blood.
"Although it is not as good as my three formations, it is still extraordinary. More importantly, this formation is based on blood and is its source. It is nourished and strengthened by the blood of hundreds of millions of creatures. It can continuously improve and transform. It is better than
The great formation of the Eternal Emperor is no less generous."
The next moment, the golden light faded, and the golden pupils turned black instantly. Xi Tong scratched his head and tried his best to recall the memory, but found nothing.
Fortunately, Luo Tianyi played back the video and recorded everything Di Jun said. He also recorded the simple circuit diagram Di Jun drew out of thin air with his fingers.
At this moment, an Asura army opened the void and floated above the sea of blood, guarding a group of non-Asura creatures.
Most of them are humans, but the races are colorful, and there are also some demons with two horns on their heads, elves with cicada wings on their backs, and dragons like big lizards.
The asuras grinned ferociously and pinned the captives to their feet, then swung their swords and beheaded them one by one.
Hou Tu looked at Xi Tong's back with a complicated expression.
She will never forget, even if it is just a silhouette, even if it is just a breath.
Emperor Jun, an existence that shines like the sun on the heaven and earth, the incarnation of wisdom, the supreme master of the demon clan, the maker of the rules of the world, and the existence that suppressed the prehistoric times for tens of thousands of years.
However, in the next moment, Hou Tu suppressed all distracting thoughts.
Tens of thousands of years have passed since the war between the two Lich tribes. In order to fight for a glimmer of hope for the Lich tribe, I even sacrificed my life to reincarnate and bear countless karma.
Now that my merits and deeds are finally complete, if I rekindle my thoughts of regret, wouldn't it be like abandoning the fundamentals and seeking the inferiors, and the tens of thousands of years of suffering will all be in vain.
sin.
"Saint, the ancestor of Minghe has two swords, Abi and Yuantu, which can kill all things without being affected by the cause and effect. The Asura clan all worship these two swords, so that they can get a glimmer of killing intent attached to their weapons, and thus can kill all things without being affected by the cause and effect.
The power of cause and effect.”
Houtu and the Asura Realm have been fighting against each other for tens of thousands of years. They can also be said to know themselves and the enemy.
Xi Tong nodded.
The swords Abi and Yuantu were indeed magical, but Xi Tong didn't take them seriously.
Killing is not related to cause and effect. When the magic sword is released, it has the ability to cut off the line of cause and effect.
I didn't know how powerful this ability was before, but I didn't understand it until I arrived in the world of gods.
Compared with the Demon Sword, Abi and Yuantu are nothing but scum.
Xi Tong couldn't help but wonder, the magic sword was just a weapon that Long Yang made casually. Although it was magical, compared to the mortal world, he didn't expect that it was still a powerful existence in the world of gods.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xi Tong raised his head and looked at the Asura army on the sea of blood.
Killing people, bleeding them, and then throwing their bodies into a sea of blood, just like dumping garbage.
The sea of blood randomly created a wave and enveloped the body.
With Xi Tong's eyesight, he could naturally see that at the moment when blood was stained, countless silk threads as thin as cow hairs were inserted into the pores of the corpse, squeezing out the last trace of essence.
The hollowed-out corpse floated like duckweed, as untouched by water as a lotus leaf. Even the clothes, hair, and scales on the body were as clean as new, without any blood stains.
Looking at the coast of the Blood Sea, there are densely packed empty shells of corpses for thousands of miles.
Although they have been dead for a long time, they still hold on to their breath and maintain a glimmer of life under the nourishment of the sea of blood.
Of course, it's just a glimmer of hope, not even a tiny bit more.
The sea of blood is like the best formalin, making them incorruptible, immortal, incorruptible, and rotten. Instead, they are getting stronger day by day under the erosion of the power of the sea of blood.
Feeling the strange aura, countless pairs of eyes looked directly in Xi Tong's direction.
The eyes of the corpse in the outer circle have been soaked in red by the sea of blood, and there is only crazy and ferocious killing intent in the pupils.
The corpses in the inner circle still retain a clear look, but their expressions are full of pain, fear, and insensitivity.
Hou Tu couldn't bear to close his eyes.
The Witch Clan is also bloody and barbaric, killing animals to extract blood and refining souls to nourish themselves, but this is the law of the jungle. The Witch Clan kills just to survive and grow, but they are not as murderous and cruel as Asura.
"Legend has it that the ancestor of Styx has 480 million blood shadow clones. Presumably, those blood shadow clones were made through sacrifice in this way."
Xi Tong nodded.
No wonder the two sages of Western religions are at odds with the Asura clan to the end, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva even made a great wish that hell would never be empty and vowed not to become a Buddha.
Killing people is nothing but a nod. The ancestor of Styx killed hundreds of millions of living beings for his own practice, but he also imprisoned the bodies and souls of the deceased in the sea of blood.
This is no longer harmful to the harmony of heaven and earth, it is simply an outrage for both humans and gods.
However, all the killings were caused by Abi and Yuantu. Even though hundreds of millions of living beings died, the Asura clan and even the Ancestor of Styx were still not affected by the cause and effect.
What's even more ironic is that the ancestor of Styx used killing to prove the Tao, and all his killing karma was used to refine weapons, gather merit, and help himself become a saint.
Yes, he is a saint, although he is limited to the sea of blood.
The waves in the sea of learning were turbulent, and pillars of blood rose up. Pillars of blood that were hundreds of miles in diameter and thousands of feet high slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, as if a blood-colored island was rising.
The bloody light on the island was as bright as a bloody red sun, and in the place where the bloody light was the brightest, Ancestor Styx sat cross-legged, sitting on the throne, with Ah Bi and Yuantu on the left and right, inserted into the armrests.
Xi Tong looked at Ancestor Ming He, and Ancestor Ming He was also observing Xi Tong.
Patriarch Styx's lips moved, "Sage of the Sect, why did you come to our Asura world?"
As he spoke, he leaned sideways on the armrest, his right elbow resting on the armrest, his head supported by his palm, and his blood-red eyes stared straight at Xi Tong.
Xi Tong originally just wanted to take advantage of the law of heaven, but when he saw the behavior of Patriarch Minghe, he moved his palm forward to grasp the magic sword.
As if feeling the anger in the master's heart, the magic sword flickered with a faint light, and the purple magic flame started from the tip of the sword, spread quickly, burned, and enveloped Xi Tong's whole body.