Knowing that the purpose of the saint's trip was to the Asura realm, Houtu was overjoyed.

"The Asura Realm is adjacent to my Netherworld and is often harassed by it, but fortunately, I have the strength of a saint and have not been attacked by it. However, the hungry ghost world is being captured by it day by day, and the hunger is everywhere, as if the ghosts are not human. ”

"It's a pity that although the hungry ghost world is frequent, there is no saint to protect it, but the Asura clan has the Styx Ancestor to suppress the luck, and even has a share of the Heavenly Dao, which is very arrogant, even the saints of the Western Sect can't help it."

Xi Tong secretly said in his heart: Bald donkey, I remember this matter.

No wonder the two saints of the West are so active, it turns out that there is this reason in it.

Although Buddhism was so powerful later that the Asura couldn't raise his head, he captured countless Asuras, and even turned them into Buddhism, becoming a double-flower red stick and a gold medal beater.

But for now, the Western Sect is still a younger brother, and it is inevitable that he will suffer losses in the Asura Realm, and it will definitely be more than once.

Xi Tong secretly said in his heart: I want to use my hand to weaken the Asura Realm, and then you go over to pick up the cheap and transform the Asura? No way!

"From now on, the Hungry Ghost Realm will be protected by me!"

"Lead the way!"

Houtu Gongsheng should be.

She had never been a leader......

But once I did it, it was not jerky, but full of joy, incomparable desire and expectation.

Although the Asuras failed to attack the Netherworld, the friction between them must be indispensable, and the Wu clan did not have the cultivation of a bald donkey without anger or anger, so they naturally couldn't bear this breath.

In the hungry ghost world, Xi Tong and Houtu stood side by side, hanging in the clouds.

The so-called hungry ghosts, far from being terrifying, are also desolate.

A ghost is not a ghost, but a flesh-and-blood creature, a bit similar to the ghost in the folklore of the island country.

They come in a variety of forms, but most of them are green-faced and fanged, strangely shaped, ugly and hideous, but they are naturally powerful, sharp and quick, and possess many special abilities.

Yaksha, like the Yellow Turban Lux, is a servant that cultivators like, and the existence of a 10,000-year-old dragon set.

The reason for Nezha's troubles in the sea was that he was reprimanded by the Yaksha of the sea patrol and was killed by Nezha on the spot.

This is of course the reason why Yaksha is ugly, but also because of his low status.

A lowly and humble existence dares to talk to three generations of my disciples?

Rakshasa is similar to Yakshas, but Rakshasa is relatively beautiful, especially female Rakshasas, which is called a country and a city.

However, this realm is being ravaged by the Asuras day by day, plundering supplies, grain and grass, and beautiful rakshasas.

The last grain, the last drop of water, and the last girl were all taken away by the asuras, and the yaksha and rakshasas had a miserable life.

It's not good-looking, and if you starve and starve, you will be miserable.

Fortunately, Yaksha and Rakshasa were born in the valley, and their ability to endure hunger is Max, which is comparable to zombies.

"It's really pitiful, these creatures haven't had enough to eat since they were born, they live by eating soil all day long, digging the ground year after year, and digging up the hungry ghost world tenfold."

Xi Tong waved his hand, and the hungry ghost world was instantly cloudy, the rain condensed, and in the blink of an eye, there were bursts of thunder and heavy rain.

The parched and smoking ground was instantly breathed into life, the cracked ground healed, and in the blink of an eye, green grass emerged from the soil.

Yaksha and Rakshasa are all crazy.

When they found the two figures in the air, they all knelt on the ground with cheers, and immediately, the power of fanatical faith gathered in all directions.

A rain is just a wave of his hand for Xi Tong, but for the creatures of the hungry ghost world, every drop of water is comparable to life-saving gold, not to mention that this rain is full of vitality, not only moistening the land, but also germinating the vitality of the earth.

No matter what happens in the future, I can eat a full bite now.

Even if you eat soil, it will taste like soil.

Xi Tong doesn't care much about this, after having various class systems, there are hundreds of millions of faith power every second, and there are many fanatical faith powers.

This thing is numb.

On the contrary, in Houtu, except for the remnants of the Wu clan, almost no one worships her, that is, those dead souls, as soon as they enter the reincarnation memory, they are completely erased, they don't remember anything, and it is impossible to worship her.

Feeling the strange movement of the hungry ghost world, a group of powerful but fierce-looking creatures appeared in the sky.

None other than Asura.

Although they conquered the hungry ghost realm, they did not kill them all, but used them as blood banks and soul banks, and whenever needed, they plundered the Yaksha and Rakshasa like cattle.

The last grain of food, the last drop of water, is only to weaken the Yaksha and Rakshasa to prevent them from rebelling, and to give birth to the strong.

Not only that, but they also drained the spiritual veins and water veins of the hungry ghost realm, turning this place into a desperate domain, a dead domain, and a prison.

The strangeness of this rain must have been something wrong, and I don't know if any genius was born.

A must-search!

Seeing the appearance of the asuras, the yakshasas and rakshasas who were all over the mountains were stunned, and then they were terrified from the depths of their bones.

They fell to their knees, their foreheads trembling against the ground, lest they be targeted and taken away by the asuras.

Everyone knows that once they are taken away, they will never come back.

Seeing this scene, Xi Tong sighed.

Then he raised his hand again, and a black and white light shone on the earth.

Countless QR codes appeared out of thin air, turning into swords, guns, swords, and halberds that fell to the ground, piercing in front of and at the hands of every Yaksha and rakshasa in front of each rakshasa and at hand.

The opportunity has been given to them, and if they are still killed, then they will fall here forever.

There is no reward for merit and luck to help them, so why bother.

The two of them turned around and flew towards the place where Asura appeared, and the moment they stepped into the passage of the two realms, there were overwhelming cheers and shocking shouts of killing behind them.

"Saints, they are praising you."

Xi Tong didn't understand the language of the Yaksha and Rakshasa and didn't know what they were talking about.

Houtu translated: "Brahman, sword, sage." Brahma is their honorific title for the strongest, and the sword is because the most numerous of the weapons you just gave is the sword. ”

Xi Tong nodded, I see.

But on second thought,!

There is already a title of the Great Demon King of Scattering Coins, and now there is another sword-selling saint, only the staff archmage is missing, isn't it?

Since entering the world of gods, Xi Tong has been cautious and never easily provoked cause and effect, but he didn't expect to be careless and lose his reputation.

Well, Asura, you are dead!

The two of them walked extremely fast, and soon, an endless sea of blood appeared in front of them.

Houtu said: "This is the birthplace of Asura, and it is also the lair of the saint Styx Ancestor. ”

"It is rumored that the sea of blood will not dry up, and the river Styx will not die, that is, the two saints of the Western Sect, although they can defeat the ancestor of the river Styx, but he will escape into the sea of blood when he sees a bad opportunity, and he will return to his full prosperity with one less cultivation, and the two saints will not be able to take him."

With that, Houtu took a step back.

I wonder what this saint will do?

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