Pillar of blood rises!

Penetrating through the sky, like a tower.

Blood poured down from the tower, covering everything like a waterfall, and even Xi Tong's eyes could only see vague shadows through the blood curtain.

Figure!

Dense!

Like a legion, densely packed with sardines, waiting for the orders of war like terracotta warriors.

100 floors of towers, 10,000 towers.

It is like a row of reefs, and like a halberd pointing to the sky, it is dense and cannot be seen.

Kill!

A tall tower activated, and all the asuras opened their eyes at the same time, and the blood-colored light shone on everything like a blazing sun.

It's just that as far as the eye can see, it seems that a cold current has passed through, and the blades reach the body, and the Yaksha and Rakshasa can't help but shiver and shiver.

"It's the Sleeping Legion!"

There was a hint of nervousness in Houtu's voice.

"Legend has it that the Asura conquered many worlds in order to kill the Tao. Killing one person is a crime, and the regiment is dominant, and this is only 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 tower.

Compared with the appearance, body shape, and aura of other Asura standardization, the appearance of the person at the top of the tower is very different, and the temperament is different, but each one can be called "self".

Looking at the reliefs highlighted on the beams and pillars of the eaves of the blood-colored tower, it is obvious that each tower owner has tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of combat experience, and each of them is the elite of the elite, the god of killing gods.

"Slaughter nine million, that is, the male of the male!"

"What a murderous aura!"

The tower master of a blood-colored tower waved his hand at the battlefield, and the spire of the tower immediately shot out a blood-colored pillar of light, which lasted for a long time, like a straight bridge.

The tower master tiptoed into the air, stepped on the bridge, and his figure shot out in an instant, and his fingers appeared on the battlefield.

The other asuras rose into the air and flowed down the bridge into the battlefield.

One tower after another bloomed with blood-colored light, and the figure of the Asura Legion cut into the battlefield with the momentum of the heavenly river and the mercury pouring into the ground, and quickly turned the tide of the battle.

The blood shadow clone lost the pressure and finally raged, cooperating with the Asura Legion to launch a cruel and bloody revenge.

It's just that the yakshasas and rakshasas who were beheaded and even drained of their blood stood up one after another, holding their heads under their arms, and continued to fight.

Even if it is split in half, the flesh at the fracture grows wildly, sewing itself together like a zipper, and continuing to fight.

This time, the Asuras were stunned.

Many of them have conquered the hungry ghost realm and know the details of this world.

Although Yaksha and Rakshasa have a variety of strange special abilities, it is not surprising that there are several individuals with tenacious vitality, severed heads, and even living after being lost.

However, that probability is very small, not even 1 in 10,000.

And in front of me, one counts as one, almost all of them.

In the sea of blood, the Styx Ancestor was also stunned.

Unlike the asuras, who only see the surface, he sees the essence of this matter at a glance.

"The rules of reincarnation! Damn, Houtu's control of the rules of reincarnation has reached this level. ”

Although Houtu is incarnated as a reincarnation, it is only a place for the souls of the dead to stay for a short time, she can neither produce souls nor bind souls, but only act as a receptionist, leading wandering souls to where they should go, and at the same time packing and sending the receiving souls to where they should go.

But what about the Yakshas, the Shuras?

Unexpectedly, he got rid of the shackles of reincarnation and the constraints of life and death.

Life and death are irreversible, that is, there is no reincarnation, and their souls will lose their support, wander and dissipate in the world, but it is impossible for them to continue to be attached to their bodies.

Especially those who were cut off their heads, shaved off their arms, cut off their waists, and dissected, this kind of injury was certain to die in the past, but today they have all become relatives of Xingtian Dance.

There is only one possibility, and that is to transcend the influence of life and death.

The creatures of the hungry ghost realm are originally tenacious, they can survive, reproduce, and even grow just by eating soil, coupled with their strong talents, once they are no longer bound by life and death, they immediately produce an explosive effect.

Yaksha and Rakshasa are indeed weak, especially against the elite legions of the Asura clan.

But they have no constraints of life and death, even if their heads are cut off, they can still hold their heads and fight, even if they are broken into thousands of pieces, they are a good man when they lie on the ground for a while.

In a sense, the Yaksha and Rakshasa already possess the most powerful and rebellious racial attributes of the Fourth Calamity.

Therefore, Xi Tong is not worried about their battle with the Asura at all, with the population base of the hungry ghost realm, coupled with the fourth natural calamity attribute, the Asura Legion is simply a vegetable.

As long as you dare to show your blood bar in the face of the fourth natural calamity, even the gods will slaughter you.

Now there are not many people in the hungry ghost realm, the battle pressure is high, and the attrition is fast and the replenishment is slow, but with the subsequent influx of population, the balance will gradually tilt, and it will tilt towards the side of the hungry ghost realm little by little.

The Styx Ancestor saw Xi Tong's intentions.

Although he was surprised that the other party could change the rules of reincarnation, he was not intimidated.

Within the sea of blood, he can also change the rules of reincarnation, and the living corpses floating on the surface of the sea are the best example.

The Asura Legion, which was not in good shape in battle, immediately hugged together, and then retreated little by little, leaving the battlefield.

As long as you return to the range of the sea of blood and drink the blood and water, not only will the injury be healed, but the state will also return to the peak.

Although the creatures of the Hungry Ghost Realm are difficult, they are not powerful, and they are not yet able to resist them.

"Hahaha! What about the rules of reincarnation, I can also control life and death, when I kill you and seize the power of reincarnation, what can the Heavenly Dao do to me! ”

The sea of blood does not dry up, and the River Styx does not die.

That's what he's confident about.

However, Xi Tong held up the emperor Benji with his left hand, buckled down with his right hand, and grabbed a ball of blood.

"Under this era, there should be a family! The world's family, the first to recommend the North Underworld! ”

The emperor's book turned the page and came to the end in an instant, but at this moment, a new chapter slowly opened.

"The Northern Underworld, the Fish, the Famous Kun!"

On the North Underworld, the outline of a fish slowly appeared, and slowly wriggled and undulated.

"Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousand miles!"

The silhouette of the fish has not changed, but the background has been drawn infinitely further away and has become smaller, giving you an intuitive sense of the physique of a large fish.

"Turned into a bird, Mingpeng."

The fish soars to the shallow bottom, the eagle strikes the sky, and every picture is so vivid and powerful.

"Pengbei doesn't know how many thousand miles!"

"Flying in anger, wings like clouds hanging from the sky......"

With Xi Tong's words, the image of Kunpeng in the Northern Underworld family became clearer, fuller, and more real, and the original pages of the book became lifelike, and it also had the precipitation of the vicissitudes of life, and the thickness of the desolation.

"In the first year of the king of people, he died on the court song."

Finally freeze frame.

At this time, Xi Tong pressed the blood cell in his right hand on the page.

This is the purest bloodline essence left after the Kunpeng Demon Master was strangled by the Great Array and grinded away all the scales, armor, flesh, and minions.

It seems to be the size of a fist, but in fact it is as deep as the sea.

Nourished by the essence and blood, the pages of the Northern Underworld family emitted magnificent waves of the angry sea, accompanied by a violent roar, a figure swam out of the pages, instantly obscuring the sky.

Devour the heavens and the earth!