The twelve-grade blood lotus restrained the Asura King and burned his karma, causing him to suffer. Even though he had been practicing Buddhism for many years, he could not bear the severe pain from the soul, and his face changed drastically.

The mind was in chaos, the true energy was boiling, and the golden light of Buddhism was suppressed and shrank, and in a moment it had shrunk to the body of Shura King. The stone roof could not hold on to such power and was wiped out.

In the red sea of ​​blood, King Shura was shrouded in the remaining golden light, and it was tumbling out of the sea of ​​blood, like an egg floating in the shadow of sword light and shattering.

"Ha ha!"

The ancestor of the Styx laughed wildly: "So what if people say that it is as fierce as Shura, so what? A fool who only wants to learn from Rakshasa King and proves the truth by killing. Do you think it's enough to kill more people? What the strong want is ruthlessness and indifference, rather than being stupid as enemies of the world. Fierceness is just a symbol of weakness in the heart."

"I know you better than anyone else, Shura. You look cruel, but you are weaker than anyone else's heart. You want to use killing to intimidate others, and you want to use killing to make yourself brave, but you don't know that the more you are, the more timid you are."

"What you hide in your blood-born body is a weak heart. So after you killed all your relatives, you did not come to seek revenge on me, but instead chose to convert to Buddhism to escape what you have done."

"Why do you dare to appear in front of me as a weak person?"

With a long shout, the killing sword in his hand swung out, slashing out two sword lights, like blood thunder, slashing onto the golden light of protecting the body.

"puff!"

With a loud bang, King Shura groaned and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned like gold foil, extremely ugly.

"Oops!"

Queen Houtu frowned and was extremely worried: "Not mentioning the Yuantu Sword and the Abi Sword, these twelve-grade blood lotus are too restraining Shura."

The fox demon was also worried. Yang Fanhai looked at the few people, and Master Feng was a little confused, as if he was thinking about something. Donghuang Taiyi stood motionless, expressionless.

"Taiyi, do you want it..."

Queen Houtu spoke, as if she wanted to say something. Before she could finish her words, Donghuang Taiyi shook her head decisively: "Don't do anything. This is his battle. I wouldn't get involved in the past, and now I won't get involved. If he really dies, I will kill Styx to avenge him."

He said he didn't want to worry, but even Yang Fanhai knew that even the clenched fist was his must have been extremely worried.

With one sword, how could the ancestor of the Styx stop, and he was unforgivable to get the power. He quickly approached with the waves of the sea of ​​blood, holding two killing swords in his hand, and two sword lights were successively formed, hitting the Shura King.

He was already suppressed by the twelfth-grade blood lotus and was seriously injured. At this moment, the Shura King's aura was no longer as good as before. He was slashed by the sword light again, and there was almost no point in resisting it.

A blood column spurted out, and the whole person soared up, and two terrible sword marks were cut out from his chest, and his bones were broken, which showed the internal organs of the body.

The sea of ​​blood fell and tumbling was endless. Although there was golden light to resist the water of the sea of ​​blood, the serious injury was enough to make people tremble. King Shura struggled to sit up, but it was difficult for him to even sit cross-legged.

He barely put his hands together and chanted with pain: "Namo Amitabha."

Surprisingly, the chest injury was terrifying, but its recovery speed was even more surprising. Just as time was accelerated hundreds of times, the chest injury was rapidly recovered. By the time the Buddha's name was recited, it had recovered as before.

The immortal body... Yang Fanhai knew that he had seen the magical power of blood-adding in Jiuhua. The Buddhist sect had long produced such a strange power.

"Good recovery ability!" The ancestor of the Styx sneered: "It's a pity that what's the use? Now that you have arrived in my sea of ​​blood, you are like a prisoner. It's only a matter of time before you kill you. It's a pleasure, but you have to abuse it, but I can't blame me."

While speaking, Yuantu Sword and Abi Sword swung rapidly, and the sword light was like rain, constantly slashing on the Shura King. The golden light of Buddhism was already in danger, and was attacked like this and collapsed instantly.

The infinite sword lights hit one by one, cutting down the flesh and blood with one sword. King Shura was originally a fat body, and in an instant he was left with a skeleton stained with a little flesh and blood.

He looked tragic and felt heartbroken when he saw him. Donghuang Taiyi's fist was twisted out of fire, but he still did not move and said nothing.

The true energy was messy and unsustainable. It was hit by the blood waves and could not stop. King Shura sat up again with difficulty, folded his hands together: "Namo Ami..."

Before he could finish reciting the Buddha's name, the ancestor of Styx was approaching. He kicked King Shura to the ground with one foot, then stepped on him, stepped on his chest, and the true energy bombarded, causing the remaining flesh and blood to fly and the white bones to break.

"Buddha, is it useful?"

Looking at the pain of King Shura, the ancestor of the Styx looked ferocious: "Only stupid weak people would choose to sit in such a thing to escape. Shura, you are already vulnerable, what else can you do?"

Kicking away with one kick, the power of the sea of ​​blood, the sword killing energy, and the twelve-grade blood lotus burning karma, body, soul and soul. For all-round attacks, the ancestor of the Styx gave all his strength.

The immortal body is only relative, and no one can truly immortal, especially the Shura King, who focuses on the physical body, but the defense of the soul and soul is limited. As long as the inner self is destroyed, the so-called immortal body will be just a walking corpse.

The crazy attack was like poisonous and murderous, and the Shura King was completely unable to resist. In the face of the terrifying attack, the immortal body became fragile. There was almost no flesh and blood on the skeleton, and countless cracks appeared, which were about to be destroyed.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the skeleton shattered and was instantly swallowed by the sea of ​​blood. King Shura only had one head tumbling in the sea of ​​blood, and his breath was as bright as a feast.

"Taiyi, can't wait..."

Queen Houtu was worried and seemed to want to take action, but was stopped by Emperor Donghuang Taiyi: "No one is allowed to take action. If Shura dies, I will avenge him. We brothers have always been like this. We can avenge each other, but we can only do some things ourselves and cannot let the other party replace them."

Emperor Dong was Taiyi, and the Queen Houtu had no choice but to endure it.

At that point, Shura King had only one head left to float, and his immortal body was at its peak and could not recover.

The ancestor of the Styx held the sword in both hands and shouted: "Shura, goodbye, be my flesh and blood puppet!"

The sword lights intertwined, and with the will to kill, they slashed at the remaining head.

Sometimes human power is poor, even the Shura King can no longer turn over. This sword will inevitably cause the soul to be scattered.

The people who were secretly following him held their breath. Donghuang Taiyi's hands were blazing fire, and his patience was over. He would not save the Shura King, but once the Shura King died, he would definitely take action as soon as possible and would never let the ancestor of the Styx withdraw, just like killing the Taoist Kunpeng.

Seeing that the sword light was about to slash, I suddenly heard the sound of Taoist sounds, and the almost extinct head was swelling, like a dough being squeezed around, extremely strange.

In the midst of lightning, a breath surged into the sky, bloody and violent, and a red light suddenly rushed out of Shura King's purple mansion. When the red light burst out again, the red light turned into a figure.

The figure was fat, red, murderous intent on the body, holding a blood shadow sword in his hand, and a turbulent aura. The sword light flashed and directly slashed the sword light.

With a "boom", the sword light shattered, and the fat figure fell on the sea of ​​blood. Looking at the ancestor of the Styx ahead, his eyes were red and his face was full of anger.

"Shura!"

The ancestor of the Styx trembled and looked at the back of the fat body. His eyes opened, as big as a cowbell, and shouted in a trembling voice: "This...what is going on!"

Yang Fanhai was also stunned in the stone forest. Two Shura kings appeared in the sea of ​​blood. To be precise, they were two Shura kings with exactly the same appearance but completely different auras.

Just in the moment just now, when the figure jumped out, everyone was attracted to their attention. When they looked back, they realized that the head of Shura King that was about to disappear had completely recovered as usual in an instant. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​blood, covered with the golden light of Buddhism and the solemn appearance of treasure.

Surprisingly, at this moment, the Shura King could not feel any blood and energy on his body, only murderous aura and Buddha light were left. No matter how blood and energy around him were surging, he could not get close to him at all.

The figure standing in front of him looked exactly the same as him, with a fat body, bloody hair flying, and holding a blood-shadowed sword in his hand, like a treasure, with amazing power.

The two seemed to be the same person, but the two seemed to be completely different. Yang Fanhai was dumbfounded, and the ancestor of the Styx didn't know what was going on, so he stood there and remained motionless.

After a while, it seemed that he had discovered something. The ancestor of the Styx sneered: "Silly guy, do you think you can save you by transforming a clone and releasing it? What can a clone do in such a battle? Shura, you are just delaying the time of your death."

"Namo Amitabha!" King Shura recited it, closed his eyes again, and still just recited the scriptures.

The ancestor of the Styx roared, urging the blood sea to rush, and the twelve-grade blood lotus concave red light to kill King Shura again. He himself waved his sword to kill, and sneered at the figure holding the Blood Shadow Mad Sword.

The swords fought each other, and the thunder continued to thrust, and the sword energy and the sword light condensed and shattered, turning into pieces of blood-colored snow flying around. But in an instant, the ancestor of the Styx had already passed thousands of moves with the figure.

"ah!"

Two loud roars sounded at the same time, and the impact of the Qi Qi made this hell turn red like blood, which was extremely terrifying. In the midst of the infinite energy frenzy, the two figures separated, glared and gasped.

With the sword figure in his murderous figure, the ancestor of the Styx was shocked and shouted in surprise: "How is it possible, how is it possible, just your incarnation, how can it be so powerful."

After a fierce battle, he did not lose points, but this was too abnormal. It would be quite good to have 60% of the original combat power, but the other party's incarnation seemed to have 100% of the combat power.

He grinned with a sword figure: "You idiot, how could you think I am just an incarnation!"

"Not an incarnation!"

The ancestor of the Styx was stunned, and then thought of something. He took a breath of air conditioning, looked frightened, and pointed at the Shura King who looked like a monk and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!