Heavenly Lord Asura

The ancestors of the Shura Temple naturally did not know this. ?

Just being cautious about Wutian and feeling helpless.

To be honest, he has no intention to deal with Wutian at all, it is purely kind, but unexpectedly, kindness is treated as a donkey liver and lungs.

Then, he didn't bother to make himself boring.

Anyway, there are no major events on the five continents, so slow down, it doesn’t matter.

Time flies, two years are fleeting in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Wutian finally met with the first group of people sent by the king!

Both sides had a tacit understanding and stopped on the sea at the same time, separated by a hundred thousand miles, looking into the distance.

The two forces stood far away, and a wave of killing quickly flooded the world.

The sea is surging, and the sound is endless!

Wutian pretended to be confused, and said in doubt: "The ancestor of the Asura Palace, who are they?"

"I don't know, but from their appearance, they are not kind."

The ancestor of the Asura Palace is really puzzled.

"Couldn't they, they are Poseidon's subordinates? Poseidon knew that we were going to deal with it, so he sent someone to intercept us?" Wutian continued to pretend to be ignorant.

"It's possible." The ancestor of the Asura Hall nodded.

"Wu Tian, ​​I didn't expect to meet you here, so that's okay, so that we don't have to go to the five continents. If you are acquainted, hurry up and decide yourself, I will leave you a whole body." The leading man in purple said proudly .

This person is the **** son of the fifth calamity.

"Do you know me?" Wutian was still pretending.

The purple-clothed man said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense to me, let you judge yourself immediately. If you wait for me to take action, you will only end up ruining the battle. And you, you also judge yourself."

"Me?" The ancestor of the Asura Palace pointed to his nose with a look of stunned expression.

"That's right, it's you, give me a hurry, don't waste my time." The purple-clothed man said, the contemptuous expression on his face made the ancestor of the Asura Palace immediately angry.

But he held back.

Because from the first words of the purple-clothed man, he judged that these people were not under the seagod, but simply came to Wutian. It is possible that Wutian had offended someone before and now came to retaliate.

Therefore, he chose to swallow his breath and watch with cold eyes.

Wutian didn't move, with his hands behind his back, silently looking at the man in purple.

Upon seeing this, another divine son with a more deformed appearance turned his head to look at the man in purple and smiled: "Brother Mu, these two wastes have ignored you."

The purple-clothed man squinted and said lightly: "Then do you know what to do?"

The deformed **** child was taken aback for a while, nodded repeatedly, and smiled flatly: "The little brother understands that the two wastes are not qualified to let Brother Mu do it. The little brother is willing to do the work and kill them."

"En." The purple-clothed man nodded, enjoying the taste of being flattered.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

I saw the deformed **** child, before he took any steps, his body suddenly cracked, blood was splashed in all directions, and the painful screams were harsh!

The strong!

A thought floated up in my heart.

However, when he looked at the Wutian people on the opposite side, he found that the two of them hadn't moved, their expressions were calm!

who is it?

The purple-clothed man was startled and looked around, looking for someone who was secretly making trouble.

The same is true for the remaining eight gods and a hundred elders, and the eyebrows are full of surprise.

"what……"

Accompanied by the last scream, the deformed **** son's body and soul were torn apart one after another, falling into the sea with a bang and being swallowed by the sea!

In the end it will only become the blood food of the Kraken.

This is naturally the masterpiece of the ancestor of the Shura Temple. The deformed **** child takes a bite of waste. How can he endure the humiliation of an ant-like little character?

So he was angry, the consequences were very serious, using force, silently dismembered the deformed **** son.

Wutian was right next to the ancestor of the Asura Hall, and he naturally noticed one or two, his eyes flashed, and he said, "Senior, it's really a good method."

He deliberately revealed this sentence to the Protoss and others, so he did not deliberately conceal it, nor did he deliberately amplify the voice, a very common conversation.

A hundred thousand miles apart, such a long distance, if they are just ordinary people, they certainly don't know what Wutian is talking about, but how can a group of Protoss be simple people?

Naturally, he can hear every word clearly!

Suddenly, one by one was furious, looking at the ancestor of the Asura Hall with murderous aura.

"You dare to use sorcery to kill the son of God, you really deserve to be punished, do it, and smash that waste into thousands of pieces!" The purple-clothed man yelled.

He had no doubt that the ancestor of the Asura Palace had absolutely overwhelming strength, only that he was using sorcery.

This is the sorrow of the people of the Protoss. Although the Protoss has fallen, in their eyes, the Protoss is still the strongest race in the world, and they can't let go of the glory and pride that no longer belongs to them.

In their hearts, the protoss is the sky, the protoss is the god, and everyone else is a waste, ants, dismissive.

The murderous intent of the ancestor of the Asura Hall appeared, his sleeves flicked, and a terrifying aura suddenly roared out.

Wherever he went, it was like a hurricane swept through, rolling up huge waves!

The gods of the Protoss and one hundred elders, at this moment, are like tiny ants, crushed and twisted into blood mist, with no bones left!

Wutian hurriedly said: "Leave alive!"

The ancestor of the Asura Hall expressionlessly said: "Give me a reason."

Wutian said: "I want to search for souls to see if they are from the Sea Clan."

The ancestor of the Asura Hall flashed his eyes, and his big hand volleyed, and a **** who was about to die on the spot suddenly appeared in front of Wutian.

Wu Tian Yi pointed out, Po Tian Yi pointed out a blow, pierced the person's sea of ​​air, and abolished his cultivation base, but in an instant, he read all his memories.

With a palm, the person fell on the spot.

The massacre of the ancestor of the Asura Palace also just ended.

With a wave of his hand, he dissipated the hurricane formed by the sea, and asked, "What did he find?"

Heavenless gloating said: "You have caused a catastrophe."

"What do you mean?" The ancestor of the Asura Hall raised his brows.

Wutiandao: "These people are from the Protoss, and their identities are extremely noble. Ten men in purple clothes are the sons of the Protoss, and the rest are the elders of the Protoss."

Hearing the word Protoss, the pupils of the ancestor of the Asura Hall suddenly shrank, full of jealousy.

Wutian said again: "Originally, the Protoss came to deal with me and the Wushan tribe, but you killed them all, and before the ten great gods died, the news that you killed them was sent back to the gods. It is estimated that the gods have now killed you. Listed as a killer."

The ancestor of the Asura Palace furrowed his brows deeper and deeper, looking straight at Wutian without saying a word.

In the end it ended in disappointment. In the Wutian look, all he saw was gloat and irritability.

The ancestor of the Asura Palace doubted: "The Protoss dealt with you, I know the reason, but why would it deal with the Wushan tribe?"

The corner of Wutian’s mouth lifted and said truthfully: "You don’t know, the goddess of the Protoss, the daughter of the **** king, Xian Bitong, was calculated by Gongsun Hao, not only took her **** puppet, but also let her go. The power of blood, even when he was in the ancestral land of the Western Regions, was almost killed by Gongsun Haoshu, so the **** king would be angry at the Wushan tribe."

"Really?" The ancestor of the Asura Palace questioned.

Wutian said indifferently: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Li Tian to ask the Cang Shen, or the Emperor Jiao and Ying Long, they are all very clear."

The ancestor of the Asura Palace remained silent, obviously not believing in the words of the lawless side, and secretly informed Li Tian to investigate.

Wutian smiled lightly, these are facts, it doesn't matter how you check it.

Of course, some are fake.

For example, the Protoss deal with the Wushan tribe was made up by him.

In fact, he is the only goal of the Protoss.

He wanted to mix the true and the false, disrupt the thinking of the ancestor of the Asura Hall, making it difficult for him to detect his true conspiracy.

Immediately, his eyes closed slightly and he communicated with Tongtian Shenmu.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.

Wutian and Shenmu have passed through the ditch many times, and now basically it only takes about ten breaths to see the situation in the God Realm.

Sure enough, as expected, when it was learned that the people sent out were completely wiped out, the two masters of the gods, the king of the gods and the old men, were extremely angry.

After some deliberation and deliberation, the two people agreed that the ancestor of the Asura Palace only had the cultivation base of the Ninth Calamity, so they sent seven **** children of the Ninth Calamity to deal with them.

The two think that they are very smart, and they also believe that Wu Tian is bound to die this time.

It's just that they don't know, Wutian has given them the title of stupid in their hearts.

There is a **** puppet, even if the three gods who are sent with pseudo-jihad power, they only have to die.

"Oh, look at my head, why did you forget about it."

"When I snatched the **** puppet from Gongsun Haoshu's hands, Xian Bitong had already returned to the **** realm with the Tongtian Shenmu, and the ancient continent was blocked by the Tongtian Bridge with divine power. Naturally, the **** king could not know this... "

"I don't know that the **** puppet is in my hands, maybe I can set up a situation, kill them one by one, and destroy the gods step by step..."

"But... the King of God is the Great Sage~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The big clan is always the Great Sage of Xiaocheng, neither of them can deal with it. It seems we have to find a way..."

"I think about it, blood has the vitality comparable to the water of life. After more than 40 years of absorption, the Qiankun Devil City should have improved its strength...There are also the three major gods of Tongtianmen, which are estimated to be awakened soon... "

"In this case, it is not difficult to kill the king of gods and the old people..."

Wutian thought silently, his mind withdrew from the realm of God, returned to his body, and transmitted to Xiao Wuhao: "Help me see if the strength of the Universe Devil City has been improved, and the three gods of Tongtianmen, probably will be When will I fully wake up?"

Not long after, Xiao Wuhao responded: "I asked Gucheng, and he said that his combat power has been improved to a small sage."

"So fast?" Wutian was surprised.

Xiao Wuhao said: "Nonsense, the ancient city's cultivation level has not fallen, but the body has been severely damaged. As long as the body is repaired a little bit, the strength will rise. As for the awakening time of the three gods, I cannot be sure, it may wake up immediately. It may be several years later."