Heavenly Lord Asura

"He must be in pain now!"

Staring at the crazy Wutian below, Xian Bitong muttered in his heart, and there was a trace of unbearable and pity in the depths of his beautiful eyes, but it was hidden too deeply, even the three elders did not find it. /

"Hehe, I'm so sad for a group of ant-like ordinary people, even though this child is an exterminating body, it is difficult to become a powerful weapon." The white-clothed old man shook his head and laughed, showing indifference and ruthlessness in all his words and deeds.

The white-clothed man laughed and said: "The second brother's words are wrong, the dead wood still has its meaning, not to mention the extinction of the heavens. Although this son is extremely stupid, his future achievements will never be lower than ours. So this time, I have to get rid of him anyway."

The middle-aged Confucian slowly shook his folding fan and nodded: "It is reasonable. From the barren ancient times to the present, the lowest achievement is a god, this is a war clan that fears the gods. As long as it is offended, we must eliminate the roots to avoid future troubles."

Suddenly, a desolate sadness, like a scourge, rose up into the sky, and the sky was blasted out of a big hole!

Suddenly, the hurricane tore through the sky, and the raging clouds were raging like a tide, like a precursor to the birth of an ancient beast, and the momentum was extremely shocking!

Slender Bitong's jade hand holding the wine glass trembled, the middle-aged scholar put away the folding fan, and the white-clothed man and the white-clothed old man sat up straight, looking at Wutian in unison, with surprise and horror in their eyes!

How sad, sorrowful, and sorrowful does it take to be born such a terrible sadness?

"Excuse me, why did they have to be punished like this!"

Suddenly, Wutian raised the sky and roared, even the voice was hoarse and dumb, and the blood was sprayed like a column in the eyes, and the sadness in the body seemed to be endless. Not only did it drown the Eastern Regions, but even the people of the Western Regions could truly feel To.

At this moment, no matter where you are, you can't help crying, and sadness comes from your heart.

"Brother, what are you experiencing? Why is this sadness stronger than when Chu Yiyan died?"

The poems whispered softly, with tears and inexplicable pain in the heart, and even without knowing it, it began to burn vitality, and the distance between them and Sikong Yanran was getting farther and farther.

The same goes for Sikong Yanran and the others, their hearts are twisted, their eyes blurred with tears, and everything has become hazy. Even Shishi has disappeared from sight, without noticing them, and losing their souls.

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"What the **** happened, Wu Tian, ​​this little guy, could be so sad?"

On the battlefield of heaven and earth, the stele was extremely puzzled, and then he ordered: "Ditian, Yetian, you have been practicing hard for your father for hundreds of years, and your cultivation has reached the first calamity. It is time to go and meet Wutian. Go on a clone of me, I hope I can still have time."

A virtual shadow of a stone stele emerged and merged into the body of the emperor.

"The child takes the order, and the father cherishes it." The two bowed, stepping on the fire unicorn and the blue-eyed carving, and went away.

"Sadness can be conveyed into the body of the false gods through the forbidden and seal of the gods, and I feel that Wutian, what are you facing? But I believe that no matter what setbacks you encounter, you can go strong. Come out because you are the only opponent I admire Li Tian."

There was also a whisper in the body of the pseudo-god petrified.

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sad! Everywhere!

The entire cemetery of gods and demons was plunged into a cry of sorrow!

Even the people of the Western Regions can really feel it, let alone the kind and virtuous people.

Although restrained by coercion and unable to cry out the pain in their hearts, tears of sorrow continued to flow in their eyes.

Even the three tribal elders with a high level of cultivation, hearing the incomparably sad crying, and feeling the tear-jerking sadness, could not help but feel lost.

Xian Bitong sighed in a low voice, "It seems that the hatred between the Protoss and Wutian can no longer be resolved."

"You are right. From today onwards, my Wutian will be incompatible with your Protoss, immortal!" Wutian suddenly looked up, his blood-stained eyes were extremely cold. At this moment, Xian Bitong's heart trembled. Can not help but feel cold all over.

What shocked her even more was that as soon as Wutian's words fell, a deep purple seal of oath fell from the sky and merged into Wutian's Tianling Gai.

"Oathyin! I didn't expect that this sentence he said was actually a blood oath!" In the beautiful eyes of Xian Bitong, a strong murderous intent suddenly shot out!

As soon as the seal of oath appears, Wu Tian and the Protoss must swear to the death without any room for maneuver.

Such a person must be killed!

Wutian looks like a blind eye, looking directly at Shan You De and others.

I saw the void of the original crowds, but now there are only three people who are good and virtuous, the couple of Xia Xuansheng, and several major city masters such as King Tai Shi Lei, and their family members, including the grandson of Xuan Sheng. .

Qiu Yu and Qiu Xin were guarded by Jun Haotian. The middle-aged Confucian thought they were Wutian's friends, and escaped by luck.

Behind these people, there were no law enforcers and repairers left, all of them fell, leaving only a few hundred ordinary people, which meant that, except for the repairers in the various battlefields and the Western Regions, everyone in the Eastern Region was wiped out!

Similarly, Shan Youde and others have been looking at him. Although they can't speak, their eyes can express everything. They are calling him stupid, calling him stupid, and shouldn't come to die.

And those hundreds of ordinary people, their faces pale, their eyes hollow and absent, even if they looked at Wutian, they didn't show the slightest color of hope.

Obviously, they have been frightened by the cruel methods of the middle-aged Confucian scholars.

On the other side, Xian Bitong and the three elders also secretly discussed.

Xian Bitong asked, "Three uncles, what should I do?"

The white-clothed old man said: "If you kill Wutian, the star realm will really be shattered, then you can't kill it anyway. The gods are the lifeblood of the gods. In the ancient times, when the gods were there, there were dozens of gods of our gods. After disappearing, the strength of the Protoss has plummeted, and now there is not even a great emperor. Therefore, the Shenmu must not miss the slightest."

The white-clothed man said, "If one is his one-sided word, and there is nothing like that, then we will be fooled? I think it is better to abolish him first."

"Brother, this method is not working now."

The middle-aged Confucian shook his head and said: "The death of these ants has completely angered Wutian, and the first time Wutian appeared, I have checked the star realm, and all the people in it have disappeared. I must be afraid of implicating them. The Star Realm was sent out in advance, so I guess Wutian came with the determination to die this time. If we abolish his cultivation base, it is likely that he will have the idea of ​​burning jade and stone, exploding his body, and shattering the Star Realm."

"It makes sense."

The old man in white nodded and said, "I have a way. I guess those people who were sent out of the star realm by Wutian will definitely not watch Wutian come to die. They will definitely come to help. The third child, you will rush now. Go to the Western Regions and catch a few of Wutian's dearest relatives."

"Second brother wants to force him to surrender the sacred tree?" the white man asked in doubt.

The white-clothed old man sneered: "Yes, the people behind us are the first threat. If we kill them all and Wutian is still unwilling to hand over the sacred tree, then the person you catch is the second threat. , I don’t believe that, in the face of the death of his loved ones, he can still remain indifferent."

"By the way, catch the ants in the battlefield by the way. If Wutian does not hand over the sacred tree, it will turn the cemetery of the gods and demons into a real grave." The white-clothed old man added.

"Second brother, if you really do this, in the sea of ​​death, saving a mysterious person who is Wu Tian, ​​you will definitely not sit back and watch." The middle-aged Confucian worried.

"Fourth brother, you worry too much. If the mysterious person is still there, a month ago, when you slaughtered thousands of ants in Beixuancheng, he had already taken action." The white-clothed old man said lightly.

"Second brother is saying that the mysterious person has left?" The middle-aged Confucian was overjoyed.

"Ninety-nine percent chance" the white-clothed old man nodded.

"Well, that's it. I'll go to the Western Regions now." The big man in white sneered coldly and disappeared without warning.

Upon seeing this, Wutian's pupils shrank. He didn't know what the middle-aged man was going to do, but he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Does he think there are not enough people here, so he wants to catch other people in the battlefield?" Wutian was startled, the more he thought about it, the more sure he was.

The middle-aged Confucian looked towards Wutian and said indifferently: "Give you a chance to give me the Heavenly Sacred Tree and the Star Realm. I promise that it will enlarge the family's life."

"The ruthless slaughter of thousands of ordinary people, such a tragic method, do you think I will still believe your words?" Wutian said expressionlessly, but his thinking went crazy, but he did not find, even half a feasible way. .

The white-clothed old man didn’t give him extra time to think, and said, “If you don’t, you can return the Shenmu to us~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Star World, Wutian, this is my biggest concession. I don’t know enough, I’m afraid that none of Shan You De and others will survive.”

"Return it to you?" Wu Tianle said with a sneer: "I finally let the sacred tree germinate. What does it have to do with your Protoss? What qualifications do you have to say the word'return'?"

The white-clothed old man said lightly: "The gods are the gods of the gods. This is a fact that no one knows in the ancient times. No matter if you rebirth the gods, there will be no change. Please don't talk nonsense. , My patience is limited."

Wutian raised his brows.

However, just between raising the eyebrows, the middle-aged Confucian made a decisive move. Hundreds of ordinary people behind Shan Youde and others immediately splashed blood on the spot. They didn't even have time to make screams. The cruel methods were simply horrible. !

What makes Wutian anger unrevealed is that after doing all this, the middle-aged Confucian clapped his hands gently and said this sentence-this is the price of your hesitation!

Wutian closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and kept screaming in his heart. You must hold back, you must hold back, otherwise everyone here will be brutally murdered, so many people have already died, and they can't die anymore...