Human Shackles

Between the clouds in the sky, more than a dozen dark flying boats floated out of thin air. The decks of the flying boats were full of Asuras, all looking at the mountains shrouded in mist in front of them full of fighting spirit.

Compared with the high-tech interstellar battleships of the Pantheon, these spaceships are extremely crude, as if they have directly hollowed out the core of some kind of big tree, with a heavy head and an empty belly, and the whole is in the shape of an arrow.

The flying boat does not have any power system, nor does it have a weapon system, only rows of giant crossbows.

Don't underestimate these simple things, they are all driven by manpower, the power they can exert is as strong as manpower, and manpower can be amplified by spiritual will, which is not available in machines.

Men of the Asura tribe are generally extremely ugly, while women are beautiful and charming. The Asura tribe on the flying boat either have crooked mouths, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, kite-shouldered jackal eyes, or black-faced swan-shaped. Like a ghost.

Without exception, they all have three pairs of arms, and their half-naked bodies are engraved with purple tattoos, some of which are flowers, birds, insects and fish, some of which are lava fires, and some of which are weird ghost faces, primitive and barbaric.

Asura is also known as "Nafeitian", which means that it is like the sky but not the sky. Although he has merit, he is arrogant and persistent. Although he is educated by all kinds of people, his heart is not moved. Although he hears the way of heaven , but cannot be enlightened.

That is to say, Asura is neither educated by saints, nor accepts all knowledge of science and technology and physics, prevents all external thought penetration, and has maintained a constant and unique primitive tribal life for countless epochs.

Such races should have been eliminated in the long river of civilization early, but the fact is on the contrary, they have always remained strong, relying on a single tribe to monopolize one of the sentient beings of the six realms, and belong to the high-level gods and demons, only by accumulating many blessings Creatures with virtue will be fortunate enough to be reincarnated as the Asura clan and obtain the awakening of their blood.

Asura is irritable and aggressive, brave and good at fighting, and challenges the cosmic order established by the gods all the year round. However, this race neither accepts enlightenment and integration, nor accepts coercion, just like Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. No matter how suppressed, it can never be wiped out.

Fortunately, this race of gods and demons is restricted by the law of heaven. The more they grow, the more difficult it is to reproduce. The gods exile them from the world and let them fend for themselves, but one day, they will fight again for thirty-three days. .

In the era when the Tianmen was closed, the Shura clan finally gained some room for growth and became the most powerful force that cannot be ignored in the world.

Although they don't have those technological weapons that can destroy the world at every turn, they have a brave heart.

Their fighting method is very simple, just two words—damage, whether it is causing damage to the enemy or being hurt, will quickly accumulate anger, thereby stimulating the body's fighting potential.

A large number of Shura people jumped off the flying boats in rows and pushed forward into the mist. In the mist, there are countless evil spirits kept in captivity by the underworld. There are invisible ghosts and powerful skeleton warriors. Wait for the Yin soldiers.

Due to the suppression of the fog on itself, the advance speed was extremely slow at first, but as casualties began to appear, the Asura clansmen seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and their power speed began to increase exponentially. The Yin soldiers did not lose the wind either.

King Vima, one of the eight kings of the Shura clan who was in charge of this battle, looked even more weird. He had six eyes in a vertical row on his face, three on each side, and eight arms at the same time. He was covered in mist and mist. The body seems to be evaporating a huge amount of water vapor.

King Bima stood on a flying boat in the middle, overlooking the battle below. The six eyes on his face were shining with black light, as if he could see everything that happened in the Obing Mountains through the miasma.

In fact, the Shura clan has not fought against foreign countries for nearly ten thousand years, and once wars arise, it is difficult to stop them.

King Bima was worried about the future, but also a little emotional.

Worried about the uncertainty of the future, what is surging is that the long-standing fighting spirit in the body is about to move again, and fighting is the fastest way for the Asura clan to advance!

"Brother Bimo, long time no see."

Vima withdrew his mind and looked at the heavy fog ahead. Among them stood a man who looked like a man and a woman. He had a beautiful woman's face, but his body was a strong man, holding a black wooden staff.

Bimo was a little surprised: "It turns out that this time it's Baimeng who is in charge of you."

"Yes, I have to come."

The man and woman in the mist first sighed, then smiled, and said: "The last time I communicated with Brother Bimo was at the Abyss event ten thousand years ago. When old friends meet, why don't we have a drink together? Thinking that there is actually a great master of brewing here, Brother Bimo must taste his craft."

Bimo didn't refuse the invitation, and explained to the subordinates around him, and then disappeared into the mist with the other party.

Although the land is vast and boundless, there are not many people who can advance to the Void Transformation. Every once in a while, the existence of the Void Transformation level will hold a communication meeting.

This exchange meeting is called the Abyss Grand Meeting. It is not limited to species, categories, or enemies. It is organized by the oldest religious organization in the world, the Temple of the Abyss. The gods all know each other.

This male-female person is one of the three judges of the Yin Division, the oldest deity of illusory transformation, has reached the eighth level of illusory transformation, and is only one step away from the thorough refining of emptiness and harmony.

Ancient means old age and twilight. Although the elderly will inevitably enter a period of weakness, some existences can greatly delay aging.

The Yin Division is different from other forces. It is an orthodox administrative organization under the control of the heavens. All the managers in it, from the small jailers, to the judges, to the directors, all have divine records.

Although this divine book is the lowest level, it has a powerful effect. The Da Luo Tiangong can rule the three realms and six realms because they are the makers of the rules of heaven and earth. Once they obtain the divine book, they will be pardoned by the rules of heaven and earth , will greatly prolong life and delay aging.

Baimeng is a judge with a divine book. An ancient **** with an administrative level like him can generally intervene in the rules, and the ability that can only be obtained when he touches the Dao state is very terrifying. Although Bimo is the eighth king of the Shura clan One, but also not sure of winning.

Baimon held the staff in front of him to lead the way, and he waved the staff from time to time, dispelling the miasma surrounding the two of them, opening a path.

Soon, the two of them came to a small lake, climbed up to an attic next to the small lake, and Baimen waved his staff again, a crack opened in the void, and he shouted towards the crack: "Xiao Fangzi, come here for a few minutes!" Pot of necromancer wine."

"Again."

There was a faint grunt, and after a while, a young man walked out of the gap holding two jugs of wine. After putting down the jugs, he turned and returned to the gap~www.readwn.com~Then the gap gradually closed.

Bimo secretly dreaded that this ability to easily create a stable space transmission channel was beyond the reach of manpower. Generally speaking, only a mechanical device with powerful energy and long-term stability could do it.

"Brother Bimo tasted this wine, it is no less than immortal wine. Speaking of which, I was lucky enough to drink a glass of real immortal wine in the early years. It is really indescribable. Anyway, it is extremely wonderful."

Baimeng talked boastfully, while Vimo drank wine in silence. With his physique of a Shura tribe, he naturally had no pressure to control this kind of alcohol, and he quickly drank the two pots of wine.

"Little Fangzi..."

Baimeng was about to call again, but Bimo waved his hand to stop him: "Okay, the wine is over, you don't want to keep dragging me, do you?"

Bai Meng smiled, shook his head and said: "Hehe, of course not, we will lose this battle, I just hope that Brother Bimo can wait a little longer, it won't take long, just another quarter of an hour."

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