Netherworld Blood Sea, above the Shura Palace.

The devil king Pa Xun used the true body of Shura and transformed into a huge creature. He held a magic knife in his hand and stood in the air, facing the sky.

The blood light shone on him, adding a bit of blood and hideousness.

At this moment, an endless demonic mist rolled over the bloody sky, exuding a suffocating powerful oppression.

Under the fog, the demon soldiers and generals had green faces and fangs, each holding swords and guns, and Yaya crossed.

At the front of the demon fog, surrounded by four powerful demons, one of them was wearing black clothes and robe, with cold and deep eyes in the painted black eyes, standing with his hands behind his back, with a rainbow of momentum.

He seemed to be the core of this large fog, and the great trends of the world in all directions followed him.

This person is Moluo Wutian.

He stepped on a painted black demon lotus that seemed to be interwoven by demon flames. Through the mysterious light and flames that appeared in a flash, it was vaguely seen that there was another universe hidden under the demon lotus. Tianfei Wumo and all the Asura strongmen were imprisoned.

The scene where Mo Luo Wutian stepped on the black lotus and led the demons to descend, as if it were the end of the world.

With a strong sense of oppression, even the devil king Pasun, who is a quasi-saint, feels great pressure.

"Demon King Mara?"

Moluo Wutian looked down from a high place and looked at the demon king Bo Xun who had manifested the true body of Shura.

Even though Maru turned into a huge object, he was unable to do anything in the face of Mo Luo Wutian, who was invincible and could suppress all the world.

Although he knew that he was not Mo Luo Wutian's opponent, Maru still stood up and looked at Mo Luo Wutian with cold and firm eyes.

"Since you know your grandfather's name, how can you dare to offend my Asura territory? If you know your appearance, you will retreat quickly. Otherwise, you will definitely turn your evil demons into the dead souls under your grandfather's sword!"

The devil king, Bo Xun, said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Moluo Wutian couldn't help but smile.

"Are the disciples trained by the old ghost of the Styx so arrogant and ignorant?"

"Although you call yourself a demon king, in my eyes, you are no different from others. You are just a stronger ant."

"The River Styx is not here, it's easy for me to kill you."

"However, I am a person who cherishes talents. Now my lord is about to be reborn. If you want to join my demon clan, I can recommend you to my lord. In the future, my lord will be a king and prince when my lord is in the three realms and is a king. Isn't it a hundred times better than being a nameless king now to stick to this dark and barren Asura realm and be a king without realism?"

Moluo Wutian sneered repeatedly, but still offered an olive branch to the demon king Ma Xun.

This cannot be blamed for Mo Luo Wutian for having no bottom line and digging whenever he sees people.

The demons are really withering, and there is no one available except him.

But when the devil king Ma Shun heard this, he smiled disdainfully.

"A mere demon clan is just a survivor. If my subordinates are not qualified, how can I recruit me to reduce it?"

Although the wind and clouds were light and the clouds were calm, the fists were clenched, and the cold sweat was almost over.

As soon as these words came out, Moluo Wutian laughed angrily.

"Okay, very good. The evil beasts of your Asura clan are all a group of people who are ignorant of being ruthless. Since you don't eat the toast and eat the punishment, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Destroy!"

Mo Luo Wutian shouted softly, and as he raised his hand, the painted black magic wave swept across his palm, releasing a cold breath of silence.

The magic fog condensed into a giant palm, lying across the sky, reaching a size of a hundred feet.

Immediately, Mo Luo Wutian's heart turned around at will, and under the surge of magic power, the magic clutch burst out.

At that moment, the demon king Bo Xun's eyes narrowed, and his right foot stepped suddenly. The blood shone brightly on the Shura Palace.

Under the blood-colored halo, the formations revealed their bodies.

In front of the Shura Palace, tens of thousands of formations intertwined to protect the Shura Palace firmly.

At the same time, the devil king Bo Xun held a long sword and a subtle blood line extended in each formation. In the end, Wanchuan returned to the sea and gathered in the body of the devil king Bo Xun.

For a moment, the devil king Pa Xun transformed into the core of the Shura Palace, and tens of thousands of formations were integrated into one, as solid as a god.

The next moment, the clutches of the devil came.

Boom!

A loud bang shook the world!

The endless waves of demons stormed on the unbreakable magic array, and instantly turned into rolling magic fog, sweeping towards all directions.

The devil king Matsu stood proudly holding a magic knife in his hand, and his figure, with blood light, stood proudly as if he was still as a mountain.

This scene made Moluo Wutian's eyes condense.

However, after a moment of surprise, another hint of relief flashed across his face.

"It is rumored that there is a Shura Palace above the Netherworld Blood Sea, which is the product of the great success of the Asura formation. It is as solid as a golden soup and unbreakable. When you see it today, it is truly worthy of its reputation."

"If you, Maru, are determined to hide in the Shura Palace as a turtle, I really can't do anything to you."

Having said this, Moluo Wulan paused, then narrowed his eyes.

"However, the purpose of my arrival this time is not you, but the entire Asura clan. You are in the formation, I have no choice but to do anything, but your Asura clan ants are not protected by the Asura Palace."

"You just watch it carefully in the formation, how the Asura clan perished."

In the words, Moluo Wutian waved his hand and shouted loudly:

"Young people, kill me!"

"Kill all the Asura clans, and no one is left!"

With a command, the entire Asura tribe was sentenced to death.

The Asura clan has been passed down for billions of years. Although it is not as good as the human race and the demon race, it is also a powerful race with hundreds of millions of people. However, the ancestor of the Styx has been plotted and trapped in the magic array. In the last battle, all the elite and powerful people of the Asura clan fell into the hands of the Demon Luo, leaving only the Demon King Pa Xun.

Under such circumstances, when the demon fog swept across and the demon soldiers and generals descended with ferocious murderous intent, it was tantamount to the Asura clan.

For a moment, countless shouts of killing sounds came one after another, and the waves of demons and the sea of ​​blood were intertwined.

An inhumane massacre spreads to all directions with the Shura Palace as the center.

The demon soldiers and generals are like a group of demons who have lost their consciousness, with demonic energy added to them and their blood is ferocious. Wherever they see, all the Asura clans, regardless of gender, age or age, will be killed.

Blood splattered, vitality was cut off, and the remaining body was swept and swallowed by the fog.

Perhaps they will come again soon, but at that time, they will lose their souls and become a group of walking dead under the control of the demons.

Such cruel situations are rare in ancient times, and only Luohu and the demons can do such an inhumane thing.

Mo Luo Wutian's figure had already hidden in the demon fog. The demon fog was intertwined like a series of demon waves, rolling up and down, constantly devouring a large number of Asura tribes.

At this moment, the devil king Pasun stood under the protection of the Shura Palace, looking at the tragic scenes, whether it was because of anger or something, his body couldn't stop trembling.

A ferocious evil spirit stirred out of his body.

"You beasts, stop me!"

The devil King Ma Xun could no longer bear it. The body of Shura, who was so tall, rose up in the air, and waved it suddenly with a huge blade in his hand.

Shura Purgatory Slash, Sea of ​​Blood!

The power of a sword poured out half of the Netherworld Blood Sea and reflected most of the sky into a strange blood color.

The large fog, under this knife, all retreated.

However, almost at the same time, a black shadow stepped out from the fog, and a grim smile on his cold face.

"You finally... are willing to give up!"
Chapter completed!