Netherworld Blood Sea, above the Shura Palace.

The Demon King Bo Xun cast the true body of Shura and turned into a behemoth. object, holding a magic knife, stands in the air, facing the sky.

The blood light reflected on his body, adding a bit of blood and hideousness.

At this moment, above the blood-colored firmament, boundless demonic mist rolled in, exuding a suffocating and powerful oppressive force.

Under the demonic fog, the demon soldiers and demon generals have green faces and fangs, each holding a knife and a gun, and a fork.

At the forefront of the demon mist, surrounded by four demon powerhouses, one person was dressed in black and robed, his black eyes were glowing with a cold and deep gaze, and he stood with his hands in his hands, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

He seemed to be the core of this large piece of demonic mist, and the general trend of the four directions of heaven and earth moved with him.

This person is none other than Mo Luo Wutian.

Under his feet was a pitch-black magic lotus that seemed to be intertwined with demonic flames, and through the flickering light and flames, it could be vaguely seen that there was something hidden under the demonic lotus. The celestial concubine Umo and all the powerhouses of the Asura clan were all imprisoned in it.

The scene of Mo Luo Wutian stepping on the black lotus and leading all the demons to descend is like the end of the world.

There was a strong sense of oppression, and even the quasi-holy Demon King Bo Xun felt great pressure.

"Demon King Bo Xun?"

Mo Luo Wutian was condescending, looking at the demon king Bo Xun who manifested Shura's true body from afar.

Even if Bo Xun is a huge man. things, but in the face of the unparalleled momentum, enough to crush the heaven and earth, Mo Luo Wutian, after all, a little powerless.

Although he knew that he was not the opponent of Mo Luo Wutian, Bo Xun still stabbed him horizontally, looking at Mo Luo Wutian with neither humility nor arrogance, his eyes were cold and resolute.

"Since you know your grandfather's name, how dare you offend the territory of my Asura clan, if you know each other, retreat quickly. Otherwise, you will have to let you and other demons turn into the soul of your grandfather's sword! ”

Demon King Bo Xun said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Luo Wutian couldn't help but smile,

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

"Although you call yourself the Demon King, in the eyes of this seat, you are no different from everyone else, just a stronger ant."

"If the River Styx is not there, it will be easy for this seat to kill you."

"However, this seat is a person who cherishes talents, and now my lord is about to be reborn, if you want to join my demon clan, this seat can introduce you to my lord. In the future, when my lord will come to the Three Realms, and on the day when the earth is torn and the king is sealed, you will still be a prince. Isn't it a hundred times stronger than sticking to this dark and barren asura realm now, and being a nominal king? ”

Mo Luo Wutian sneered again and again, but he still threw an olive branch to the Demon King Bo Xun.

This is not to blame Mo Luo Wutian for having no bottom line, and he digs when he sees someone.

It's really a demon talent withering, and there is no one available at all besides him.

But when the demon king Bo Xun heard this, he smiled disdainfully,

"The demons are just a remnant of life, and when the king's subordinates are not qualified, can An recruit the king?"

Between the words, although the wind was light, in fact, his fists were clenched, and the cold sweat was about to come down.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Luo Wutian laughed angrily,

"Good, very good, you Asura tribe's evil animals are a bunch of people who don't know how to lift. Since the toast does not eat and drink, then don't blame the deity for being polite! ”

"Extinguish!"

Mo Luo Wutian let out a soft snort, and between raising his hand, the pitch-black demon waves swept in his palm, releasing a cold aura of silence.

The demonic mist condensed into a giant palm, lying across the sky, the size of a hundred zhang.

Immediately, Mo Luo Wutian's heart turned at will, and under the surge of vast mana, the clutch of the devil was violently launched.

At that moment, the Demon King Bo Xun's eyes froze, and his right foot stepped suddenly, and above the Shura Palace, there was suddenly a lot of blood.

Under the flickering of blood-colored light, the Dao Dao Formation revealed its form.

In front of the Shura Palace, tens of thousands of formations are intertwined, firmly guarding the Shura Palace.

At the same time, the Demon King Bo Xun held a long knife horizontally, and a subtle blood line extended from each formation. In the end, all rivers returned to the sea and converged in the body of the demon king Bo Xun.

For a time, the Demon King Bo Xun incarnated into the core of the Shura Palace, and tens of thousands of formations were integrated and solid.

The next moment, the clutches of the devil descended.

Bang!

A loud bang shook the heavens and the earth!

The endless waves of magic slammed into the unbreakable magic circle, turning into rolling demonic mist in an instant, sweeping away in all directions.

Demon King Bo Xun held the magic knife in his hand, and his blood-light figure stood proudly, motionless like a mountain.

This scene made Mo Luo Wutian's eyes streak.

However, after a moment of surprise, a look of relief flashed on his face,

"It is rumored that above the Netherworld Blood Sea, there is a Shura Palace, which is the product of the formation of the Asura clan. Solid and unbreakable, when I see it today, it really lives up to its name. ”

"If you are determined to hide in the Shura Hall and be a turtle with a shrunken head, the deity really can't do anything about you."

At this point, Mo Luo Wutian paused, and then his eyes narrowed,

"However, the purpose of the deity's coming this time is not you, but the entire Asura clan. You are in the array, and the deity is helpless, but you ants of the Asura clan do not have the protection of the Shura Temple. ”

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

Between the words, Mo Luo Wutian waved his hand and shouted loudly:

"Little ones, kill me!"

"Kill all the Asura clans, and leave no one behind!"

With an order, the death sentence of the entire Asura clan was directly announced.

The Asura race has been inherited for hundreds of millions of years, and 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, now the Styx Sect Ancestor has been calculated and trapped in the Demon Array. And in the last battle, all the elite powerhouses of the Asura clan fell into the hands of Moluo, and only the demon king Bo Xun was left.

In such a situation, when the demonic fog swept and the demon soldiers and demons came with hideous killing intent, it was tantamount to a catastrophe for the Asura clan.

For a while, countless shouts and screams came one after another, and the demon waves and the sea of blood were intertwined.

A brutal massacre, centered on the Shura Temple, spread in all directions.

The demon soldiers and demon generals are like a group of demons who have lost their minds, with demonic energy and hideous blood. As far as the eye can see, all the asuras, men and women, young and old, will be exterminated.

Blood splattered, life was cut off, and the remnants of the body were swept and engulfed by the demonic mist.

Perhaps in the near future, they will return, but at that time, they will lose their souls and become a group of walking corpses under the control of the demons.

Such a brutal situation is rare in ancient times, and only Rahu and the people of the demon clan can do such a dehumanizing thing.

Mo Luo's lawless figure had already disappeared into the demonic mist. The demonic mist was intertwined like a Dao Dao demonic wave, tumbling up and down, constantly devouring a large number of Asura clans.

At this moment, the demon king Bo Xun stood under the protection of the Shura Palace, looking at this tragic scene, I don't know if it was because of anger or something else, his body couldn't stop trembling.

A monstrous aura surged out of his body.

"You brutes, stop this king!"

The demon king Bo Xun couldn't bear it anymore, and the ten thousand tall Shura real body rose into the air, holding the giant blade in his hand and slamming it violently.

Shura Purgatory Slash, Sea of Blood!

The power of a knife poured out most of the netherworld blood sea, and most of the sky was reflected in a demonic blood.

A large area of demonic mist, under this knife, all retreated.

However, almost at the same time, a black shadow stepped out of the demonic mist, and on his indifferent face, he smiled hideously,

"You're finally ...... Give it up! ”