Inexplicable space, blood-colored hall.

The entire hall is paved with flame stones, and this kind of stone exists only in the magma that has been boiling all year round. Although it does not have any auxiliary practice, it is extremely luxurious.

In the main hall, there are two rows of seats with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. Some are seated with people, thinking in peace with their eyes; some are empty.

In the center is a calm figure as calm as a mountain. The beautiful purple is extremely rich, extremely conspicuous in the blood-colored hall. Suddenly, the purple figure opened its eyes, and a pair of purple eyes were like the most dazzling stars in the night sky. It looked at a white-robed boy on the left with a sharp look.

The purple ball looks like clouds and fog, making it impossible for people to see his appearance clearly, but just by these eyes, you can tell that this person's expression was very unhappy.

The young man with white robe had long eyes and was extremely handsome and weird. If Tang Cheng was here, he would have discovered that this young man was the guy who scared him away with the altar.

This man had a very thick face. At first, he pretended not to know and looked around. But after a cup of tea, his purple pupils did not blink. Finally, the boy in white was embarrassed by him and admitted, "Hehe, Master of Dharma, that matter was indeed what I did. Wu Tian always tried the Dharma to us to know if it was useful, and it was just a lesson for that guy. Don't think that if it was ruined, it would be all over if it was destroyed."

"Cha Luo, we have been waiting for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, and now there are only the last few years left. Are you unable to wait? If the future of hundreds of millions of people in the whole clan is damaged, can you afford to lose your life?" The purple-clothed master spoke with a deep voice and was powerful without anger. The white-clothed boy named Cha Luo was already in the realm of the soul, and was also sweating down.

But he was very unwilling to accept it and said, "Master Wu Tian has been away for 460 years. When will we wait?"

"Without the cooperation of Wuzhen, even if we break Nalanda Temple and rush out of the underworld, how can we face the joint encirclement and suppression of monks in the human world?" Although the Dharma Lord's words were stern, his voice was dull and there was no fluctuation at all. This strange contrast made people feel goosebumps all over when they heard it.

Suddenly, a Shura, who was full of armor, stepped in and knelt down and reported: "Master, two humans broke into the magic circle and asked to pay homage to the Dharma Lord!"

"Oh, this is a strange thing!" The Master of the Dharma smiled faintly, and the voice was undulating for the first time. "So, do they have the origin of their names?"

"They claim to be the demon clan from Beijuluzhou, the son of the demon emperor Wutian, Wuya and his servant." As soon as this was said, everyone in the Bloody Hall opened their eyes at the same time.

Undercurrents turbulent.

"It's been more than four hundred years, is there finally news about Wu Yan?" The Master murmured to himself, then looked down at Shura who was kneeling down and said, "Take them in!"

Thousands of miles away, Wuya stood opposite the old man Gui. The blood-colored sky was extremely depressing, and the environment here was ten thousand times worse than that of Beiju Luzhou.

"Old Gui, why are we here?" Wuya was confused and didn't know the reason for coming here. Old Gui was also confused, which made Wuya even more puzzled.

Old Gui's eyes were deep and he said, "Young Master, this is your second hometown!"

"oh!"

"Are you surprised you never met your mother? She died when she gave birth to you, and her identity is the sister of the Lord of the Netherworld!"

"How is the Lord of the Dharma? Is it my uncle?"

"good!"

"The Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra that the old master practiced was originally the fundamental treasure book of the Shura clan master. Only the Shura clan's artifact can exert the power of the Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra 100%. Does the young master feel that the Huntian halberd is always not easy to use?"

"good!"

"So, if you want to be 100% sure to defeat that bastard in Tang Cheng, you must see how much the Lord loves his sister!"

Wuya sighed softly and said, "How precious is the artifact? I'm afraid it's all Mr. Gui, what you think, is just a big dream!"

"Try it and you'll know the result!"

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"If you offend King Chaluo, you have no way out. If you don't want to suffer all kinds of pain, just listen to my good advice and commit suicide simply." Shura's words were beautiful and sincere. Those who didn't know about it would think that he and Tang Cheng were friends for many years.

"King Luo Fa Wang? What kind of cat and dog is it?" Tang Cheng glanced at him disdainfully, but his heart moved. He understood that this must be because of the ghost-faced man who had demolished the altar himself, so he sent someone to take revenge. However, how did the other party send so many people into the human world? Could it be that the altar exists on a large scale?

Thinking of this, it was like a bucket of cold water pouring on his head, extinguishing his anger. Screams kept coming from everywhere in Yingchuan Prefecture, one after another, one wave higher and another, it must be the Shura who was constantly massacring.

Tang Cheng was powerless. He was now a clay Buddha crossing the river and could not protect himself. Tang Cheng, a Yuandan cultivator, had killed more than one, but the position where the six people stood was very strange. If Tang Cheng read it correctly, it must be a unique formation of the Shura clan. If one of them was not careful in dealing with it, he might even lose his life here.

Shura sighed in a low voice and said, "Your Madam is exhausted. Have you even used such a low-level aggressive general? I don't hide it from you. We use the Shura Seven Birds Killing Method. Even if the Yuanshen Cultivator comes, I'm afraid it won't be easy to escape. When we capture you alive, the Dharma King will definitely pull out your soul and burn it with the Nine Nether Demon Fire for ten thousand years, and suffer the pain of puncture of ten thousand needles every day. If I were you, it would be better to commit suicide immediately, so I'd be happy!"

It is said that six Shuras had the upper hand and wouldn't it be better to immediately kill Tangcheng. But the leader was confused. The sending Luo sent them to come and explained carefully that Tangcheng was extraordinary and had already made relics and asked them to act carefully.

But before Tangcheng killed more than ten low-level Shura in front of the gate, he killed them in the air with just flapping his wings. The speed was as fast as a flowing light, making people dizzy. With his strong cultivation level, he didn't have time to take a move.

It is not an exaggeration to be cautious in such an opponent.

Therefore, this person made repeated statements to attack Tangcheng's fighting spirit. The Shura clan is full of powerful soldiers in a hundred battles. Compared with the creatures in the human world, their fighting experience is so many times stronger.

However, Tang Cheng's will is so firm that this person can imagine.

"If you want my life, you can't do it with just a mouth. Use your sword to try it!" Tang Cheng smiled mockingly, stood with his hands behind his back, and decided to respond to changes with the same constant. With the wings of wind and thunder in his hand, Tang Cheng was confident. For a moment, these guys could not hurt him. As long as you find out the flaws of this formation, breaking the formation was only in his mind.
Chapter completed!