However, it was said that above the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Sect Ancestor summoned all the powerhouses of the Asura clan and launched the Blood River Great Array under the demonic fog.

For a time, all the Asura clans showed their magical powers, and the Styx Sect Ancestor even summoned 480 million blood god sons, completely fused with the Netherworld Blood Sea, and incarnated into the strongest state.

In the face of the Styx Sect Ancestor and the powerhouses of the Asura Clan in this state, although Moluo Wutian's expression was indifferent, a trace of jealousy flashed in his indifferent eyes.

"The old thing who doesn't know how to lift, today, I will let you, along with the entire Asura clan, lose the primordial spirit and become a demon puppet under the control of my clan!"

"Give it to me, kill!"

The moment Mo Luo Wutian's big hand fell, a heavy wave of demons rolled up under the demonic mist, and countless demon soldiers and demon generals roared out of the demon waves.

In just an instant, the armies of the two clans met each other, and an unprecedentedly fierce battle erupted under the embrace of this netherworld sea of blood and endless demonic mist.

Among the Asura clan, the celestial concubine Umo, the great Brahma, the lustful heaven, and Shiva are all quasi-holy and strong. Although Mo Luo Wutian is strong, but throughout the entire demon clan, there is no quasi-saint except him.

Even so, the demon powerhouse is better than the number.

For a time, countless demon soldiers and demons comparable to golden immortals killed the four quasi-saints of the Asura clan, carrying the power of endless demonic mist, which was extremely powerful. Even if the quasi-saint has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, it is difficult to help this seemingly endless demon soldier and demon general for a while.

The other powerhouses of the Asura clan are also engaged in battles of one by one, and there are even endless demon soldiers, constantly joining the battle.

Even though the elite powerhouses of the Asura clan are strong, they can't match the attrition.

After a while, it was obvious that it was at a disadvantage.

However, the key to the victory or defeat of this battle lies in the battle between the Styx Sect Ancestor and the Moro Wutian.

When the armies of the two sides were in close arms, Mo Luo Wutian and the Styx Sect Ancestor were still standing above the battlefield, just looking at each other from a distance, and no one made a move.

Both of them are strong men who have won the Tao in the flood period, and in terms of strength, they are opponents in chess.

Moreover, the two of them bear the key to victory and defeat, which determines the success or failure of this battle.

In the case of not knowing the details of the other party, the first to do it may be in the hands of the other party.

Besides, the current battle situation is undoubtedly more favorable to the demon race. It has been delayed, and it is the River Styx that is in a hurry.

As long as Styx doesn't make a move, Mora Wutian won't be in a hurry.

As time passed, Styx still didn't make the slightest move.

This scene made Mo Luo Wutian a little puzzled.

"The longer this drags on, the worse the situation will be for Styx. Such indecisiveness is by no means the style of this Styx. ”

"What the hell is this old thing doing?"

Mo Luo Wutian's brows furrowed slightly, and his heart became more and more puzzled.

For people like him, who are used to strategizing, what they are most afraid of is not being able to see through each other's moves.

At that moment, Mo Luo Wutian hid behind him with one hand, and the pitch-black demonic flame swept through, faintly manifesting into the prototype of a black lotus.

"Old ghost of Styx, the deity wants to see what kind of tricks you are playing!"

Mo Luo Wutian's gaze froze, and the black lotus in his hand was suddenly pushed out.

Bang!

With a roar, the Demon Flame Black Lotus swept away waves of wind and qi, tearing through the hideous blood light, and slammed into the behemoth made of viscous blood.

In the next moment, this statue fused with the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the 'Blood River True Body' transformed by the Styx Sect Ancestor with the Blood River Great Array and the 480 million Blood God Sons ignited a pitch-black demonic flame in the blink of an eye.

The flames were monstrous, and large swaths of viscous blood were evaporated and turned to ashes.

A black-clothed figure with an unattractive appearance gradually manifested from the true body of the Blood River.

"Heh, old ghost of the River Styx, they all say how strong the Blood River Array is, but I never thought that it would be so vulnerable. It seems that this seat is overestimating you. ”

"After several calamities of fame, this lie will eventually be revealed by the deity."

"From now on, your false name will be used by my people!"

Mo Luo Wutian sneered, his arms spread slightly, and the whole person turned into an afterimage, blending into the pitch-black demonic mist.

Under the demonic mist, a pitch-black sun burning with demonic flames rose into the sky, although it was a demonic flame, it exuded a cold and silent aura.

The Demon Luo was as powerful as a dragon, and the Demon Flame Sun crashed down, smashing into the Styx Sect Ancestor who was bathed in blood.

Bang!

With a sound that shook the heavens and the earth, the blood light and the demonic flames intertwined, and they annihilated and dissipated in a very short time.

Together with the 'Styx Sect Ancestor', they were also wiped out under the divine power of the demonic flame sun.

At that moment, Mo Luo Wutian was stunned,

"It's ...... What's going on? ”

He looked at the blood light around him that was constantly being devoured by demonic flames, as well as the Styx Sect Ancestor who had long since been annihilated and invisible, and was directly stunned.

Wutian: Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

What the hell is going on with this Nima?

He asked himself, although the move he had just cast was strong, it would not be possible to kill the Styx Sect Ancestor at most.

But now, the Styx Sect Ancestor was not only killed in battle, but also wiped out, and his spirit was scattered.

"Styx...... Can't be so weak......"

And in the next moment, Mo Luo Wutian frowned, and noticed that in the square space, there seemed to be a trace of strange mana fluctuations.

Only between the lightning and flint, Mo Luo Wutian's gaze froze, and he reunited a Demon Flame Black Lotus with his backhand, shattering the void and suppressing it towards one side.

At the moment when the black lotus made a move, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed, and a crack opened in the sky that was like a giant mouth of the abyss. A black lotus with more than 10,000 feet of power poured out of the crack and suppressed it downward.

This move seemed to be born out of thin air, and under the huge momentum, no one noticed that under this black lotus, there was a young man in black who was particularly ordinary in appearance and temperament.

At the moment when Black Lotus was suppressed, the black-clothed young man's eyes narrowed, and a strange blood light immediately burst out around his body.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, two cold rays appeared out of thin air, slashing towards the 10,000-zhang black lotus.

Thundered!

For a moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the demonic mist intertwined with the rolling blood waves rose to the sky, and then dissipated invisibly under the shock of this powerful force in an instant.

The Demon Flame Black Lotus dissipated in an instant......

Feeling this incomparably strong, not at all under his own power, Mo Luo Wutian couldn't help but be shocked,

"Old ghost of the River Styx, dare to play with the deity, the deity can't spare you!"

Moro Wutian shouted angrily and turned towards the River Styx to kill.

But at this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the corners of the Styx Sect Ancestor's mouth rising, outlining a strange arc, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

"Hehe, Moluo, I have something important to do today, so I won't play with you."

"In the future, this seat will find you to settle the account!"

Between the words, the Styx Sect Ancestor waved his hand, and the Yuan Tu Sword tore through the void and killed the oncoming Demon Luo Wutian.

Clang!

There was a crunch.

The demon fog in front of Mo Luo Wutian's body was all dispersed by the Yuan Tu Sword, and the terrifying aftermath shook Mo Luo back more than a thousand feet.

At this moment, Wutian looked up at the Styx Sect Ancestor standing in the sky, his eyes were split,

"Old ghost of the River Styx, now that you are the turtle in the urn of the deity, do you think you can get away?"

When the Styx Sect Ancestor heard this, he couldn't help but sneer,

"Hehe, Moluo, although your demonic mist is strong, it can stop the children of my clan. But if you want to stop this seat, it's still a little hot. ”

"The next time we meet, in front of this seat, you can only run away with your tail between your legs."

Between the words, I saw the Styx Sect Ancestor holding the Ah Nose Sword, and a hideous blood light traveled on the blade.

"Shura Purgatory Slash!"

"Third type, annihilation!"