When the Tongtian Sect Master's sword broke off and died, he couldn't bear to scatter his cultivation in the heavens and the earth, and gave a sword qi to Xi Tong.

This is the purest power in the incarnation of the merits of the Tongtian Sect Master, and it is also the sword intent that has been polished for tens of thousands of years.

Don't look at it as just a small thread, but as a power seed, it is definitely a skill and exercise above 9 stars.

It was also with this sword qi that Xi Tong instantly transformed into a sword path saint, although there was still a big gap compared to the pure sword cultivation of the Tongtian Sect Master, it was still a few points stronger than the Yuan Shi Tianzun, Yuan Shi Tianzun and other non-sword cultivation saints.

At this moment, Xi Tong's understanding and use of swords are all pinnacle existences, one person and one sword rushed straight into the sea of blood, but he was so shocked that the Styx Ancestor opened his bow left and right, grabbed Ah Bi and Yuan Tu, and crossed his two swords in front of him to make a cross parry.

Rumble!

The huge waves of the sea of blood thousands of meters high hit head-on, and it was completely a flat peak, holding a mountain peak to crush and smash people.

However, Xi Tong's toes lightly stepped on the tip of the waves of the Blood Sea, and the Sky Monkey seemed to fly up, reaching the height of the top of the wave in an instant.

Chop!

With a sword split, although there was no invincible posture of the Tongtian Sect Master who sliced the world apart when he cast the Immortal Sword Array, it was still more than enough to cut through a wave.

There is no dazzling light and shadow, let alone a rumbling sound, and the whole world is like a silent movie.

The blood waves are silent, and the magic sword is silent.

The sword cut through everything and froze time.

When everything was restored, the Styx Ancestor was shocked to find that the sea of blood had been pierced by a sword, revealing the bottom of the sea that had not seen the light of day for thousands of years.

And the pillar of blood under his feet, as well as the throne under him, all appeared as smooth as a mirror.

So fast!

I didn't even see what was going on...... and was killed.

The two halves of the body of the Styx Ancestor sank into the sea of blood like stones, and in the blink of an eye, his injuries recovered, and his strength returned to his peak state.

At this time, there were noisy and noisy voices from the direction from which Xi Tong came, as well as a sea of fanatical shouts.

Brahman, sword, saint.

Countless yaksha and rakshasas rushed out like a flood of water, stepping from the hungry ghost realm into the Asura realm, brandishing the swords, guns, swords and halberds given to them by Xi Tong, and launching the Ula charge.

In front of them was a group of asuras who had lost their armor.

They are the army guarding the Hungry Ghost Realm, the army that originally suppressed the Realm, but in the blink of an eye, only a handful of people were left in front of them.

"Damn!"

The Styx Ancestor has been rampant and domineering for tens of thousands of years, when has he been humiliated like this, a group of lowly miscellaneous people have dared to set foot on their own land.

Die!

Although he is facing a saint, but fighting in the range of the sea of blood, the Styx Ancestor is super capable of fighting, and he is absolutely invincible one-on-one, even if he is one-on-two, he also has dealings.

"Die!"

"Blood Shadow Clone!"

The 48,000 pores on the Styx Ancestor's body erupted at the same time with blood light as thin as a cow's hair, and as soon as these blood lights left his body, they quickly elongated and expanded.

The Blood Shadow Clone is a pure blood light condensation, formless and substantial, but it has a powerful killing power.

The Styx Ancestor swelled all over, as if he was holding back his fart, his chest, back, waist and abdomen trembled slightly, and the pores of his body spurted blood like Gatling.

After avoiding Xi Tong, these blood shadow clones rushed straight at the intruder.

The first to bear the brunt of the asuras saw the overwhelming blood shadow clone, and instead of being surprised, they had endless fear.

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

It's just that the blood shadow smiled ruefully, and the moment it passed by, the sword phantom in his hand instantly solidified, and the Asuras stiffened, and then covered their necks in disbelief.

No blood came out.

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

There was even a blood shadow that pounced on Asura's body, appearing behind Asura as if it had pierced a wall, and the Asura that it had passed through fell to the ground in an instant, and his body was devoured in essence and blood, leaving only two pieces of residual skin.

The remnants of the Asura army will be slaughtered in an instant, followed by the Yaksha and the Rakshasas.

Hundreds of millions of blood shadow clones converged in front of the creatures of the Hungry Ghost Realm, forming a blood-colored wall, and countless blood shadows clasped their hands to their chests 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 the Asuras for an unknown number of thousands of years, suffering endless slaughter, plunder, and oppression, and in order to survive, the land of the hungry ghost world has been dug up for miles and miles.

They want to resist, but they have no masters, no weapons, and just a bloody courage is just filling the sea of blood.

Now, they have finally waited for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they naturally have to grasp it tightly.

Kill!

The blood shadow is formless and substantial, but the weapons that Xi Tong gave them are not ordinary, they can cause heavy damage to the spirits.

The cunning blood shadow flows down the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and even pores into the body of the Yaksha and Rakshasa and manipulates the sutra to act by controlling the blood flow.

But the Yaksha and Rakshasa beside him did not hesitate at all, and directly beheaded their companions with a sword and split the corpse with a sword.

There's no way, the lives of Yaksha and Shura are too cheap, and they are not even as good as grass mustard.

At least the mustard can still be eaten, and they can't even eat the mustard, so they can only eat soil every day.

Xi Tong watched with his arms crossed, without the intention of meddling.

If a race wants to be independent, it will not work without the struggle of blood and fire.

Yaksha and Rakshasa are species that are not recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and they are not qualified to survive in the world of gods at all, and only by experiencing the tempering of blood and fire, gaining merit, and even gaining the approval of the Heavenly Dao, can they have the identity of the natives.

Xi Tong holds 48 Heavenly Dao in his hands, and he can give Yaksha and Rakshasa an indigenous identity, but Xi Tong doesn't want to do this.

This is not a world where anyone is weak and who is reasonable, poor people must have something to hate, if they have a hideous and ugly appearance, but their hearts are weak and cowardly, even if they have an indigenous identity, they are just a garbage creature, polluting the human race of the god world.

If you want to have a harvest, you must pay blood and sweat, not just live by the tragic experience of your ancestors.

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

"You have 480 million blood shadow clones, right?"

The Styx Ancestor didn't answer, because after such a short period of effort, he only had 360 million blood shadow clones left, and even those released were also lost by one-tenth.

He never thought that his power was unparalleled, and his invisible stunt of killing people would be easily broken.

If it was broken by the saints, the Styx Ancestor would still be able to accept it, but it was inferior and despicable creatures such as Yaksha and Rakshasas.

Although every time a Blood Shadow Clone is lost, ten, twenty, or even a hundred Yaksha and Rakshasa will be killed, but this kind of battle loss ratio is a loss no matter how it is calculated.

After all, every blood shadow clone needs to be soaked and sacrificed for a long time, and Yaksha and Rakshasa are more numerous than mice, more tenacious than cockroaches, and more disgusting than maggots.

Damn!

Looking at the endless 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 skyrocketed, and the sea level instantly rose by 100 meters.

And that's just the beginning!