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Luo Hong opened his eyes, his white hair was long and waist-length, spread out like frost and snow.

With a calm expression on her face, she held Xiao Douhua's neck in one hand, Xiao Douhua trembled, almost feeling like she was dying.

But a force emerged from Luo Hong's body, enveloping her, making her extremely at ease.

Holding a small bean curd in his hand, and Miss Demon Sword lying on his back.

Luo Hong exhaled a foul breath, and scanned the Asura city that had been covered in dust for endless years.

In fact, Luo Hong had some guesses in his mind that he might be able to enter the city of Asura by using the Asura state.

The corpse demon emperor said that if he wanted to enter the city of Asura, he must be strong enough to suppress the power of Asura's killing array.

However, Luo Hong doesn't need it, because he can transform into an Asura tribe.

Shura's killing array will not attack the people, this is Luo Hong's guess.

There is a surge of sword energy outside, but there is a bit of loneliness inside.

The ancient city seems to be still there, the fire is burning, and the sound of sparks crackling explodes in my ears.

This is a complete, but peaceful city.

It's just that there is no one in the city, and it looks extraordinarily dead and gloomy.

Miss Demon Sword floated down from Luo Hong's back.

There seemed to be a bit of confusion in her eyes, and she flew towards a certain direction in the city on her own, as if there was a strange force pulling her.

Luo Hong raised his eyebrows, and followed behind Miss Demon Sword with Xiaodouhua.

Da da da……

In the huge city, the sound of footsteps was particularly clear and echoed.

Before he knew it, Luo Hong found that his surroundings became hot.

There was an incomparably huge Zhubing Square that came into view.

This Bingbing Square is really too big, and on the square, there are Bingbing Platforms one after another, like a star dotted, densely covered on it, and it is divided into steps, layer by layer.

And on the top floor, there is only one scarlet casting platform.

The flames of hell burst out, and on the casting platform, endless metal flowed viscously.

Miss Demon Sword drifted up along the Casting Square in a daze.

Luo Hong frowned.

He found that the picture in front of him had changed, as if going back in time, countless pictures flickered in front of his eyes like a horse watching flowers.

Finally, freeze in a dynamic picture.

on the screen.

An extremely handsome woman, wearing a red armor, was covered in blood and was seriously injured.

The woman raised her head, with sharp ears, scarlet lips, and beautiful angry eyes, staring at the bloody cloud.

And the blood cloud rolled.

Luo Hong narrowed his eyes.

He saw a gleaming white palm falling down from the blood cloud!

However, this time, apart from the palm, there seems to be a faint white figure stepping out!

I can't see the face clearly, but I can feel the stalwart power!

The woman's hair flew up, and she let out an angry, unwilling, and stern roar!

boom!

The sky seems to have split open!

Countless chains of rules hung down, lashing towards the woman.

The woman's armor was completely shattered, turning into a blood-like red dress.

All the members of the Asura clan knelt on the ground, staring at this scene tremblingly.

The emperor and the sky fight!

What can they... do? !

Countless chains fell down, suppressing the woman's body, and the woman was pressed down tightly.

And the other regular chains shot out like tentacles one after another!

Puff, puff!

In Luo Hong's tight eyes.

Every chain of rules runs through the body of an Asura ethnic group.

The blood of these Asura people was hot and splashed, and while being pulled and shaken, they were thrown into the blood-colored soldier-casting platform that was burning with flames at the highest point of the soldier-casting square.

The howling sound filled the entire city!

No matter how old or young, no matter how young, no matter how strong or weak...

Under the rules, they were all thrown into the casting platform like ants.

The bloody water made the flames of the casting platform even higher!

And a scarlet sword in pitch black slowly climbed up from the casting platform.

The terrifying power is surging, impacting all around!

The Yingbai figure was extremely huge, and countless chains wound down, pulling and controlling the woman's body, allowing her to grab the sword.

The woman shook her head crazily, and smiled crazily, with blood and tears in her eyes.

God of shit!

The woman scolded the sky.

The flesh explodes instantly!

The entire Asura City was wiped out at this moment.

And the chains of rules controlling the woman's body also broke down one after another.

The woman's red dress flew up, hugged the sword, and withdrew back to the sword-making platform.

The red dress spread out like a blooming bloody lotus.

And countless dead souls were liberated from the sword one after another, crying and howling, scattered and disappeared...

The trance-like image in front of Luo Hong's eyes disappeared.

His eyes regained clarity.

But he found that, without knowing when, he had already reached the last step of the Casting Square.

The magic sword lady in the red dress Qianying stood on the bloody sword-forging platform where the flames never subsided.

A step behind him, strange, cold, with complicated emotions... looking down at him.

The corners of the red skirt and the sleeves of the white shirt.

Weaving in the dancing flames of the Forge.

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The picture is constantly broken and melted like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.

That is the imprint left by time, like a picture reflected in the depths of time and space.

It has already disappeared in the years and history, and only the powerful, or some kind of unique opportunity, can pull out the slightest and spy on it for a moment.

Luo Hong looked complicated.

Looking at the figure in the red skirt standing on the top.

Miss Demon Sword, who has become a lot of strangers, made Luo Hong sigh. What he saw just now was the truth about the extermination of the Asura clan. It turned out that the Asura clan was actually wiped out by the will of heaven.

This is what Luo Hong did not expect.

Luo Hong originally thought that the destruction of the Asura clan might be due to the strong ones among the five hell clans, who perished in the war.

However, where did they know that the Asura clan was completely extinct in order to resist the will of heaven.

And the magic sword Asura... is not an ordinary sword.

The sword spirit hidden in the magic sword Asura is actually the emperor of the Asura clan!

Things in the world are really too ridiculous, sometimes they seem both accidental and deliberate.

Miss Demon Sword, that sword spirit who only knows how to suck and suck like a bottomless pit, is actually... a remnant soul of an emperor!

"Finally... see you."

Beside the blood-colored sword-forging platform, a breeze blew in, and the thick dust accumulated on the ground was blown away.

The red skirt was blown up, revealing the long straight legs of Miss Demon Sword.

She looked at Luo Hong, her red lips slightly parted, and said.

Although her eyes have become strange, even though her temperament has become domineering and powerful, she is still the sword spirit in the magic sword Asura.

"Back to the ancestral land of Asura, I touched my remnant soul left in the sword-forging platform, and recalled some memories that had disappeared."

Miss Demon Sword said softly.

Her voice was beautiful, lingering in the empty Sword Forging Square, shaking endlessly.

Some lost memories, some unforgettable hatred.

Miss Demon Sword looked at Luo Hong.

"It might just be a coincidence that you came here. It was your chance that you got the magic sword Asura..."

"You have your opportunity, I have my persistence."

Miss Demon Sword said again.

Luo Hong, dressed in white, nodded.

The tragedy of the extermination of the Asura clan? Luo Hong saw it clearly, seeing clearly that the Asura clan was destroyed under the will of heaven, Luo Hong didn't know what to say.

"I know you want the sword casting inheritance technique of the Asura clan..."

"Can I give it to you? But... there is a request."

Miss Demon Sword looked at Luo Hong with deep eyes and said.

Luo Hong couldn't help raising his eyebrows? Miss Demon Sword is a sword spirit, and Demon Sword Asura has always followed Luo Hong. It's not surprising that Miss Sister knows about Luo Hong.

"Asura clan? Cheng also forges swordsmanship, death also forges swordsmanship..."

"Tiandao borrowed the entire Asura clan to forge swords to defend against the enemy? What a pity? The price is the souls of the entire Asura clan? For the price."

"However, I'm still unwilling..."

"Especially now, when I return to the ruins of Asura's city, looking at the once prosperous Asura tribe, now there is only sadness and desolation all over the place? I am not willing to accept it."

Miss Demon Sword murmured.

Is she talking? Luo Hong listen again.

"You want revenge? Take revenge on Heaven?"

Luo Hong looked at Miss Demon Sword and asked.

Miss Demon Sword nodded? Her black hair reached her waist, and her red dress was elegant, carrying an extremely cold and murderous intent.

"I don't care what the day is? I only know that the hatred of extermination of the clan is irreconcilable!"

Miss Demon Sword's words were gnashing her teeth, filled with endless anger and murderous intent.

Luo Hong nodded.

With his hands behind his back, he said, "Tell me, what are the conditions?"