Legend of the Asura

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Who are you?

Luo... Jia...

You want to fight with me? Slaughter sneered at the corner of Slaughter's mouth.

Whoever blocks my master will die!

Only by you? Tu Xueren still smiled disdainfully. Your physical body has long been wiped out. Now you are just a soul awakened by Shura equipment. Even your weapons and equipment are just in the form of a soul body. Now you can only exist with the Shura equipment, Once you die in battle, you will truly and completely die, and there is no possibility of reappearing.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Jia raised the blood sword in his hand---Sura's Death. Although the slaughtering world said everything about him in one sentence, and even though the slaughtering world exuded an aura that made him completely unmatched, he did not feel the slightest shock or retreat, let alone fear, because he... had no feelings.

Hey, although you are very powerful, in front of me, you are just a small ant! Slaughter Renjian snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared there, as if he didn't bother to fight with him.

Sura, although your attack power is a hundred times better than mine, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating me! I am waiting for you to give me even greater surprises.

Once, she dismissed that one-year agreement, and only had a little fantasy in her heart. Now, she is full of anticipation. Shura Qiang's footsteps were faster than she expected.

The hoarse voice in the air faded away. The target disappeared, Luo Jia turned around, and Shura's phantom pupils shot out two scarlet lights, just like his master - Shura.

Master. Luo Jia shouted indifferently, his face was as stiff as a stone, and it seemed that there would never be any emotional fluctuations.

Shura didn't even look at her, and without moving, Luo Jia turned into a crimson light and was taken back by him, blending into Shura's equipment.

The extremely oppressive atmosphere eased a bit, and Shura walked towards the north expressionlessly. Before sunset, he could reach the only main city that was spared in the East Ocean Continent——Sunset City.

You...you are Roca?

Sensing the aura similar to Shura's, Xuanyuan Wan'er asked nervously. After Luo Jia was taken back by Shura, she felt his soul and tried to communicate with his soul.

I am.

Soon, a cold and merciless voice answered her.

After receiving Luo Jia's reply, Xuanyuan Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and asked anxiously, Aren't you already dead? Why did you appear again?

My body is dead, but my soul is still alive. The god of death has preserved my soul with its powerful power. The moment when the power of Shura merges again is the time when my soul awakens.

Roja's voice contained no trace of human emotion, nor did it hide anything. They belong to the same master, and he has nothing to tell.

But, aren't you Shura... why do you have consciousness, why can you stay awake.

Nervous, hopeful... Luo Jia's sobriety made her seem to see the hope of awakening Shura. He is also Shura, but he can act rationally, speak rationally, and answer rationally. There is no such thing as her Brother Feng who only knows about killing and forgets everything.

Because... I'm dead.

Xuanyuan Wan'er: ...

To become a real Shura, one must first go through the baptism of purgatory and the greatest suffering in the world. Shura must bear endless pain and hatred throughout his life. Killing is the only goal of Shura. Only the purgatory of blood can wash away the pain. And I... have already died, leaving only a soul built with the power of death, so I have no emotions, and I have lost the shackles that Shura must bear. Therefore, although I have lost the heart of Shura, I am completely Completely retain the power of Shura.

Back then, his parents died tragically, his wife and children were tortured and killed, and he fell into the abyss of pain. After repeated desperation, he fell into the path of Shura and became the bloodthirsty Shura feared by everyone at that time. He vented the hatred and pain in his heart with brutality, blood and beast-like roars... Now, his voice is flat Terrible, as if issued from the mouth of the dead. Without emotion, he no longer has the slightest pain, and is completely free because of this. The only reason for his existence is to wake up his master.

Death... Recasting the soul... No... The little hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished, and Xuanyuan Wan'er shook her head in pain. How could she allow him to have only a broken soul and no body.

You used to be Shura too... Tell me, is there a way to wake him up... Is there a way... No matter how difficult it is... I don't want Brother Feng like this, I don't want... Thinking of the completely unfamiliar He, Xuanyuan Wan'er, wanted to cry tenderly. The heart is like a needle. In just a few days, she has cried countless times.

Yes. Luo Jia replied coldly.

The weeping stopped abruptly, Xuanyuan Wan'er was stunned for a while, as if she still couldn't believe the sudden surprise, after a long time, she came and said in a trembling weeping voice: What method...what method, tell me quickly !

Eliminate the source of his pain and get back what he lost.

Xuanyuan Wan'er was stunned...the root of the pain, everything lost...Sister Fengyao...

But...she's dead, dead...will never come back... Xuanyuan Wan'er whispered blankly.

Roca was silent.

How can the dead come back, how can they be resurrected...

The sound stopped abruptly, deathly quiet.

Resurrection...resurrection...resurrection...

Like a dream, Xuanyuan Wan'er repeated these two words in a low voice, as if she had thought of something.

No...can't... She shook her head in pain again: I can't do this, otherwise, who will save the heaven...how can I...

But, Brother Feng...

Brother Feng...

Wow~~~

In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, she huddled her body, buried her head in her knees, crying weakly and helplessly. The painful choice made her so distressed that she could hardly breathe.

On one side is the entire heaven, where there are her mother, her partners, and countless fairy uncles and aunts who like her, and on the other side are her brother Feng and sister Fengyao. This should have been an extremely simple choice, but it hurt her so much. Thousands of arrows pierced the heart.

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The sun was setting, and it was almost dusk in the real world. During these few hours, Shura was bloodied all the way, harvesting every creature that appeared in his sight. Xuanyuan Wan'er seemed to be numb to this, and she fell asleep deeply after crying, crystal drops of water kept falling from the corners of her eyes in her sleep.

In front of you is the city of sunset.

When Shura appeared a thousand meters away from the city gate, the city guards all over the mountains and all kinds of Japanese masters were already there waiting for him.

Shura has trampled on the bottom line they can bear infinitely. If they don't fight with all their strength, Dongpu will be completely destroyed by Shura's hands.

Compared with the calamity encountered by the demon king in Tianlong Continent, the disaster that Dongying Continent is facing is far more miserable than that of the mainland back then. Although the demon clan is strong and the demon soldiers are numerous, they are not unstoppable. As for Shura, he is like an extremely sharp blood sword, ravaging Dongpu's already riddled sick body, even the strongest protective barrier, Amaterasu, was cut in half by him, what else can stop him footsteps.

All blocking, all struggles and resistances are like a piece of white paper that can be torn apart in front of his terrifying strength. True rampage.

With an order, the crowd moved suddenly, and they threw countless various offensive props at Shura. In order to stop him as much as possible, Sunset City, who had learned from the past of the Imperial City and the Sunrise City, did not hesitate to take out all of himself. These offensive props are extremely powerful, among them there are many attack scrolls of the forbidden curse level, and there are even some extremely precious props handed down from ancient times.

All of a sudden, thunder and lightning flashed around Shura, the ground collapsed, the sky was torn apart, and all kinds of high-level attack props were superimposed, resulting in a series of terrifying powers no less than nuclear bomb explosions. The space was shrouded in diffuse sand and dust, and the overlapping sounds almost deafened people's ears.

Empty all the handwriting, but no one thinks it is exaggerated, because he is Shura,

The sky was filled with sand and dust that drowned the sight, and the deafening roar drowned the hearing. Explosions again and again, and all kinds of piercing sounds, the extremely chaotic voices finally began to subside, and the front was still gray. The terrifying attack just now was definitely enough to blow up a mountain easily.

The city guard finally breathed a sigh of relief. They clearly saw that the terrifying attack just now distorted the air, destroyed the earth, and completely engulfed Shura's body. This kind of power is enough to destroy everything, even Shura is absolutely impossible to resist... right...

They desperately endangered themselves, desperately thinking that Shura had already been buried in it, but what was that oppressive feeling that made them almost suffocate... Was it because of the huge power that had not completely dissipated, or...

step... step...,

In the chaotic atmosphere, the footsteps of a person should have been completely submerged and not noticed by anyone, but everyone present clearly heard the same heavy footsteps, which seemed to sound from the bottom of their hearts, Step on their hearts step by step, let their heartbeat speed up, and then speed up.

The sand and dust became thinner and thinner, and suddenly, a dark figure that was getting closer and closer appeared in front of the misty fog. With an indifferent expression, a dead breath, and an extremely even pace, it seemed that the terrifying attack that was enough to annihilate everything just now was just an illusion, and it did not cause even the slightest harm to him.

The city guard Qiqi gasped, and a gloomy chill rushed over his body.

They seem to have seen the real devil.

The leader of the city guard gritted his teeth: Go!

The city guard's ambition to protect their homeland has been mostly dispelled by fear and shock, and there is no morale at all, but even so, the loud shouts of nearly ten thousand people are enough to be described as shaking the sky. But soon, the extremely shrill screams easily overwhelmed the shouting of the team...

No matter how many people there are, they can't pose the slightest threat to Shura. They will soon understand that they are not blocking, but dying.

In just a few days, how much blood has been stained on Shura's hands, they can't imagine, because it is a number that makes them tremble and makes them never believe it.

The massacre of a city by one person has never happened in the history of Dongpu, but now it has encountered waves one after another.

Who can defeat this demon and save Dongpu Continent...

The supreme god Amaterasu? He died, died under Shura's sword.

The only sacred beast in the legend, Yamata no Orochi? Is it good or evil? Where are you again? And whether it really has the ability to drive away Shura.

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