Standing on Thirteen Days, it seems that we are much closer to the sun.
Hearing that the sun was on the sixteenth level, Jian Wuqi thought to himself: "No wonder the Shura tribe is so dark. They must have been tanned."
Just as Jian Wuqi thought of this, he was brought back from his thoughts by a pungent fragrance.
Looking at the rest, there is a luxurious incense car, cushions of soft cloth and silk satin, and a flying car made of unknown fragrant wood. Beside the flying car, there are two pure and beautiful Shura girls, kneeling on both sides of the incense car.
, seems to be waiting for the orders of the people in the car at any time.
The gorgeous golden treasure cover is dotted with many crystal pendants. It is unknown whether they are gems or other objects. They are constantly reflecting faint light as they move.
Jian Wuqi looked ahead and saw a phoenix-like monster pulling this luxurious car with many emotions.
Just as Jian Wuqi was sighing, he suddenly felt a soft fragrance on his left arm. Jian Wuqi looked sideways and saw that it was Sangzhu's majestic place. Jian Wuqi's dark face turned red and he quietly
Moved a little to one side.
But this action was caught by Sangzhu, who actually stretched out his delicate hand and pulled Jian Wuqi back. Suddenly, the two maids outside the Xiangxi carriage couldn't help but chuckle.
Wuqi's dark face became brighter and brighter.
Fortunately, the thirty-two heavens of Mount Sumeru are not boundless, but they are as vast as most of the southern continent.
The extravagantly fragrant chariot flew for a short time before slowly landing in front of a tall and majestic city.
Jian Wuqi looked up and saw the city towering into the sky. He couldn't help but secretly marveled. Judging from the color and composition, this city didn't seem to be just pure soil. It seemed that there must be something to say about this city.
Sang Zhu looked at Jian Wuqi silently, but did not stop him. After waiting for Jian Wuqi to read it, he showed a rare gentle look, took Jian Wuqi's arm, and walked towards the city.
Jian Wuqi looked around at this majestic city. Fortunately, Sangzhu was holding him on his arm, so he was not afraid of being knocked down. Along the way, there were sounds of respectful salutes to Sangzhu.
The tall and dark hall seemed to be filled with strong murderous aura and blood.
Jian Wuqi looked to both sides. Many civil servants and generals couldn't help feeling scared. The appearance of this Shura tribe was really unflattering. The dark and shriveled body, some with six hands, and some with seven or eight eyes, was really a bit hairy.
Creepy.
But the maids serving on the side were all pretty, graceful and charming.
Jian Wuqi looked towards the top of the main hall and saw a person wearing thick black armor like King Wu Ming Shura, but this young man had a masculine face.
Jian Wuqi secretly said: "Finally another normal one."
This man was sitting on the throne to the right of the center. He glanced at Jian Wuqi leisurely, but Jian Wuqi didn't notice him. Instead, he turned his attention to the man on the throne in the middle.
Dark skinned, tall figure!
This burly man has a large area of naked, dark and reddish black skin, revealing powerful muscles. Only his crotch is wrapped with a piece of black cloth, with purple and red ribbons flying around his body. Among the three heads
, one head looked at Jian Wuqi, and the other two heads seemed to be concentrating with their eyes closed.
There are six arms on the body, hanging softly and quietly on a huge, special throne. This special throne just happens to allow all six arms to rest comfortably.
In the silent hall, the young man in pitch black armor saw Sangzhu. He stood up with a smile, walked to Sangzhu and said: "Princess Sangzhu, you are back. King Shura, I want you to die."
Got it!"
Sangzhu rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "He misses his Emperor Shitian, how can he miss me when he has time?"
However, the young man did not talk to Sangzhu anymore, and turned to look at Jian Wuqi and said: "My little brother is very talented, and his sword aura is impressive. He must be an outstanding disciple of Xue Zang from some big sect. I am the Seventh Shura Prince Hou Feng.
Welcome to Black Iron City."
"Hello, respected Seventh Shura King, my name is Jian Wuqi, I am not a disciple of the great sect, I am just a sword cultivator who has just ascended." When Jian Wuqi heard the name Seventh Shura King, he suddenly felt something in his heart.
Shocked, he immediately said respectfully.
"A newly promoted swordsman?"
"Looking at her cultivation level, she's not very high. I don't know, this Princess Sangzhu..."
For a moment, there were whispers all around. Sangzhu suddenly opened his almond-shaped eyes angrily and looked around. Suddenly, the voices of discussions around him disappeared again.
The Seventh Shura King glanced at Sang Zhu in amusement, then turned to Jian Wuqi and asked: "I wonder, little brother, what is the important matter for coming to our Black Iron City this time?"
As soon as the Seventh Shura King finished speaking, Jian Wuqi had not yet spoken, and continued: "According to me, the way you look at the princess is full of admiration. I guess you like the princess very much, only the princess."
Be a pursuer!”
When Jian Wuqi heard this, his dark face turned slightly red, and he whispered: "Not bad."
Just as Sangzhu was about to speak, he saw the Great Shura King on the throne in the distance wave his right hand, and Sangzhu's ability to speak was suddenly sealed.
King Shura looked at Jian Wuqi, and the sound like a bell resounded in the hall: "I heard that you are Xin Xiaoqi's friend?"
Jian Wuqi looked at the Great Shura King. The identity of this man was self-evident, and he immediately said respectfully: "Yes, senior!"
"Xin Xiaoqi?"
"Xin Xiaoqi, who has friendship with the God of Thunder and the Sun and Moon Bodhisattva?"
Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the main hall.
King Shura frowned slightly, and the hall immediately became as quiet as ever.
King Shura chuckled and said, "I heard Samantabhadra say that Xin Xiaoqi was once given a gift by the Taoist Patriarch."
"Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, I heard that he can see into the future." Someone suddenly said in surprise.
King Shura's finger gently tapped the armrest of the throne. Suddenly, no one in the hall dared to say a word.
Jian Wuqi replied honestly: "Yes, I am an irresistible friend to Xin Xiaoqi. When I met him, he was in the foundation-building realm, so I know everything about him very well, but as for Daozu's gift
What's going on, I can't say."
King Shura chuckled and said: "I can tell that there is no lie in your words, but I would like to ask, in your lower world, how many years did Xin Xiaoqi practice from building foundations to moving mountains?
"
"More than twenty years!"
This time, the seventh Shura King above the main hall couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air and exclaimed: "Awesome!"
The Great Shura King looked at Jian Wuqi calmly and said: "So, you have been cultivating for more than 20 years?"
"Yes, although he is much faster than the junior, the junior has also reached the peak of moving mountains."
"I didn't see it, you are also a genius. No wonder Princess Sang asked you to follow her." The Seventh Shura King suddenly looked at Jian Wuqi and said unexpectedly.
"This is nothing, because there are several of us together." Jian Wuqi shook his head and said.
The Great Shura King was silent, thinking for a moment and said: "Since you have good intentions for Princess Sang and are quite talented, our Shura clan is not a place that cannot tolerate young geniuses. In this way, I will provide you with training
Let’s see if you can stand up to this king’s teachings and stand out.”
Jian Wuqi's eyes suddenly flashed with sword light and he said: "Senior, just ask."
The Great Shura King nodded approvingly and said: "In that case, I will open thirty-six Shura fields for you to improve your cultivation."
As soon as the words of the Great Shura King fell, suddenly in the main hall, countless voices could not stand still for a moment, saying in horror: "Asura Field..."
"Oh my God, the Thirty-six Paths of Shura..."
Sang Zhu, whose ability to speak was sealed, was so shocked that he grabbed Jian Wuqi's right arm with both hands.
Although Jian Wuqi was silent, he was extremely exquisite in his heart. Suddenly a sword intention shot up from behind him, as if to pierce the thirty-two heavens and said in a deep voice: "Why not, thank you senior.
"
The Great Shura King looked at this indomitable and pure sword intention, secretly nodded in approval and said: "Okay, in that case, let the Seventh Shura King accompany you around the Black Iron City today, and tomorrow we will go to Thirty
Practice at the Six Shura Dojo."
Jian Wuqi's left hand gently covered it, and Sangzhu squeezed the hands on her right arm tightly, patted her slightly to comfort her, and then turned to King Shura and said: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it, so let's do it now."
The other two heads where the Great Shura King was resting suddenly opened their eyes. The three pairs of eyes all looked at Jian Wuqi in surprise. They seemed to have discovered a piece of indomitable, hundred-refined steel. They stood up tall with joy.