Lord of the Low Version System

Looking at the 48 copies of Tiandao he mastered, and then thinking of the last copy in the hands of the ancestors of Minghe, Xi Tong thought intuitively of Xinxianjie.

How similar the two worlds are to collecting pieces to make a jigsaw. Some people only own one of them, which is equivalent to owning all.

After all, other people want to gather everything, they have to come to the door, he does not need to break the iron shoes, just sit at home and wait.

Sea of ​​blood!

Endless!

Xi Tong looked far away, but he couldn't even reach the edge.

Although this Ashura world exists like a heaven and earth, but the ancestors of the Heihe River have been built in it for thousands of years. Under various methods, this blood sea has also become a large array of existence.

Emperor Benji!

The first page was opened, and Xi Tong's body started to glow golden from the inside to the outside, and then a layer of skin was attached like gold plating.

Emperor Jun stood high, his eyes were so clear, and he quickly pierced the true face of the sea of ​​blood.

"Although it is not as good as the third one, it is also extraordinary. More importantly, this large array is based on blood and uses the blood of billions of souls to nourish and grow. It's not too much to let the ancient emperors fight. "

The next moment, the golden light faded, and the golden pupils would have dark eyes in an instant. Xi Tong scratched his head and tried to recall the memory of the only one, but found nothing.

Fortunately, Luo Tianyi played back the video and recorded everything that Di Jun said. At the same time, he also recorded a simple circuit diagram drawn by Di Jun with his fingers.

Just at this moment, an Ashura army opened the void, suspended above the sea of ​​blood, and then watched a group of non-Ashura creatures.

Most of them are humans, but the race is colorful, and there are some demon with double heads, elves with cicada wings, and dragons like lizards.

Asuras sneered and held the captives under their feet, then waved their swords one by one.

Houtu looked complexly at Xi Tong's back.

She will not forget, even if it is just a back, even if it is just a breath.

Emperor Jun, the existence of the sun and the sky, the embodiment of wisdom, the supreme master of the demon tribe, the maker of the rules of the heavens and the earth, suppress the existence of floods for tens of thousands of years.

But the next moment, Hou Tu will suppress all the thoughts.

The war between the two Lich clans has passed for tens of thousands of years. In order to gain the first-line vitality for the Lich clans, they have sacrificed themselves into reincarnation and assumed numerous karma.

Now that the merits are finally fulfilled, if the new life is missed, it will not be forgotten, and these tens of thousands of years of suffering will be borne in vain.

Sin.

"Sage, there are two swords in the hands of the ancestors of Muhe, Abi and Yuan Tu, but all things are not affected by cause and effect. The Asuras all worship these two swords, so they get a first-line killer attached to their own weapons, and they get all things killed. Causal power. "

Houtu and Ashura have been fighting for tens of thousands of years.

Xi Tong nodded.

The two swords, Ah Bi and Yuan Tu, are really amazing, but Xi Tong is not in their eyes.

Killing is not related to cause and effect. When the magic sword is released, it has the ability to cut the cause and effect line.

I didn't know the power of this ability before, but I didn't understand it until the world of Fengshen.

Compared with the magic sword, Ah Bi and Yuan Tu are simply dregs.

Xi Tong couldn't help wondering that the magic sword was just a weapon refined by Longyang. Although amazing, it was relatively ordinary, but he didn't expect to exist in the world of God.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xi Tong looked up at the Ashura army at Blood Sea.

Killing and bleeding, then throwing a sea of ​​blood, just like dumping garbage.

The sea of ​​blood casually beat a wave and wrapped the body around.

With Xitong's eyesight, it was natural to see that at the moment when blood was stained, countless thin threads of thread penetrated into the thousands of pores of the corpse, and squeezed the last of them.

The hollowed-out body floated like duckweed, dripping like a lotus leaf, and the clothes, hair, and scales on the body were as clean as new without any blood stains.

Looking at the Blood Coast, thousands of miles away are densely packed with empty shells.

Although they have been dead for a long time, they still sighed and maintained a vitality under the nourishment of the sea of ​​blood.

Of course, it's just the first line of vitality, not a little bit more.

The Sea of ​​Blood is like the best formalin, making them immortal, immortal, not bad, not rotten, but it is stronger day by day under the immersion and erosion of the strength of the Blood Sea.

Feeling the strange atmosphere, countless billions of eyes stared straight at Xitong.

The corpse's eyes in the outer circle have been soaked in blood red into the sea of ​​blood, and Hitomi has only a crazy and rampant killing intention.

The inner corpse still maintained a clear color, but it was full of pain, fear, and insensitivity.

Houtu could not bear to close his eyes.

The Wu tribe is also **** and barbaric, killing blood and refining the soul to nourish itself, but this is the rule of weak meat and strong food.

"It is said that the ancestors of the Hades River have 480 million blood shadow clones. Presumably, those blood shadow clones are so sacrificed."

Xi Tong nodded.

No wonder the Western religion Ersheng and the Ashura are dead to the end, the Jizo Bodhisattva even vowed that **** would never swear he would not become a Buddha.

The killing was nothing but the ancestors of the Heihe River slaughtered hundreds of millions of souls for their own practice, but they also imprisoned the body and soul of the dead in the sea of ​​blood.

This is no longer damaging, it is simply the anger of humans and gods.

However, all the killings were created by Abi and Yuan Tu, and billions of lives were dead. The Asuras and even the ancestors of the Ninghe River remained unaffected by cause and effect.

What's even more ironic is that the ancestors of the Minghe River used killing evidence to say that all the killings were used to sacrifice weaponry, consolidate merits, and help themselves to sanctification.

Yes, he is a saint, although only confined to the Blood Sea.

In the sea of ​​study, the waves are turbulent, the blood pillars rise, and the blood pillars that are thousands of miles away rise slowly from the bottom of the sea ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that a blood-colored island has risen.

The blood on that island is bright, like a red **** day, and the place where the blood is the most bright, the ancestors of the Minghe River sit cross-legged, standing on the throne, A nose, Yuan Tu left, right, inserted in the armrest.

Xi Tong looked at the ancestors of Minghe, who was also observing Xitong.

The lingering ancestor's lips twitched. "Faith saint, why do you come to my Ashura world?"

While talking, he leaned sideways on the armrest, with his right elbow resting on the armrest, palms on his head, and blood-red eyes staring straight at Xi Tong.

Xi Tong originally only wanted to take the matter of heaven, but when he saw the ancestors of Minghe, he grasped the magic sword with his palm forward.

It seemed to feel the anger in the master's heart, the glimmer of the sword's body flickering, and the purple demon flame spreading and burning rapidly from the point of the sword, wrapping Xitong's whole body.

"I'm here to kill you!"

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