The Great Shura King, above the dark palace, a black figure, with the shadow of a mountain of corpses in the sea of blood, seems to be a sword that cuts the sky. He looks with joy at the three-headed and six-armed Great Shura King on the high platform.
"Well, yes, very good, very good. Throughout the ages, you are the first person to break through the thirty-six levels of purgatory. It is really shocking to the past!"
On the throne, the three-headed Shura King looked at the sword Wuqi in the palace and praised it endlessly.
"What? Passed the thirty-sixth level of purgatory? How terrifying? What level of cultivation does it take to clear the level?" The tall figure of the third Shura King Yu Lie suddenly stepped forward and looked at Jian Wuqi carefully.
The seventh Shura King, Hou Feng, had an envious look on his masculine square face, and spoke loudly to the third Shura King.
"What you may not know is that when our prince-in-law entered, he only had the cultivation level of Moving Mountain. Now I am afraid that he has the cultivation level of Creation Realm and his fighting ability..."
"The Sword Prince Consort's combat effectiveness in Shura Purgatory is comparable to that of a humanoid King Kong. He is covered with swords both inside and outside his body, making him invincible."
"Yes, Princess Sang is really wise and discerning. She has chosen a husband who is right for her. In time, I am afraid he will not be weaker than Emperor Shitian!"
"These are all secondary. I believe that the most important thing is that the one who fulfills the clan rules and passes through the thirty-six levels of purgatory is the Shura King!"
An old man wandered out of the crowd and said in a trembling voice towards the three Shura Kings above the black hall.
King Shura laughed and stood up with a body as tall as a house.
"What you said is absolutely true. From today on, Jian Wuqi will be the eighth Shura King of our Shura clan!"
"Haha, congratulations, brother." The tall body of the Third Shura King Yu Lie congratulated beside Jian Wuqi.
The Seventh Shura Prince Hou Feng also said hurriedly: "Congratulations, congratulations!"
Jian Wuqi, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked in a low voice.
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the palace.
Jian Wuqi looked at everyone with some confusion. Seeing that everyone was silent, he suddenly felt a little scared in his heart.
After a long time, King Shura looked at Jian Wuqi and said with a hint of guilt: "Wuqi, your love for Sangzhu is visible to all of us. Without the support of this love, your performance in purgatory would probably be worse."
, it won’t be so good.”
Jian Wuqi was anxious and was about to talk, but King Shura continued.
"You must be aware of Sangzhu's affection for you, but love in this world does not mean that we can come together just because we are willing to do it!"
Jian Wuqi couldn't help but asked: "King Shura, what happened?"
King Shura did not answer, but the eyes of the three heads seemed to be looking into an extremely long time!
"Originally, our Shura clan originated from the prehistoric era. After many innate gods and demons, monks' grievances, corpse blood, and the filthy blood of Pangu, we merged with Jin Geng in the great world of Sanqing, in the far west.
It’s the energy that gives birth to it.”
"Including the Rahu you saw in purgatory, they are all our ancestors. Of course, ancestor Rahu was the same generation as the stars in the sky, so his good side back then was the Jiuyao Star.
One of the kings."
When Jian Wuqi heard this, some monks Zhang Er looked at the Great Shura King in confusion as if they were confused, not knowing what the Great Shura King was going to say.
Seeing this, the Great Shura King laughed and said: "When the Shura clan was born, the accompanying artifact Ahan Sword was used by the ancestors to kill in all directions, because we, the Shura clan, were born in the corpse mountain of the sea of blood, where ghost energy, resentment and blood are polluted.
Among them, so although they are not a ghost clan, they still have ghost energy after all."
"Later, Emperor Shitian defected to the Buddhist kingdom and became its dogleg. He coveted the beauty of my Shura clan, who was Sangzhu's aunt. However, our ancestors did not agree, so the war began."
"Although the Celestial Clan is a divine race in the Three Seal World, our Shura Clan, as a tribe that has existed since the Yankang period, is not afraid. Therefore, at the beginning, the Celestial Clan did not take advantage."
"So Emperor Shitian asked the Buddhist Kingdom for help, and the Buddhist Kingdom passed down Buddhist scriptures to restrain our Shura army. In this battle, our Shura clan suffered heavy casualties."
"Therefore, several ancestors gathered the fighting souls, blood, etc. from the war to form the Thirty-Six Purgatory to train warriors and use them to reinforce the war."
Hearing this, Jian Wuqi asked curiously: "Then the Shura clan, why don't they ask for help from the Divine Court?"
Hearing this, King Shura smiled slightly and said: "At that time, there was a battle between the Immortal Sect and the Monster Clan in the Divine Court, but I couldn't care less about it. However, I heard that Emperor Gou Chen of the West once struck him with a sword, causing Emperor Shitian to run away in embarrassment.
I still dare not leave Shanjian City."
"This, this Emperor Gou Chen is so powerful?"
When the Great Shura King heard this, he said with a slight fear on his face: "This old man, when his sword comes down, no one in Mount Sumeru can catch it, not even the great Bodhisattvas!"
When Jian Wuqi heard this, his body was suddenly filled with sword light, as if he was eager for a battle.
King Shura shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. We are going too far and continue talking about the topic we just talked about."
"After the Shura Tribe was defeated, the Ahan Sword was also damaged. As the defeated party, the Shura Tribe was not only forcibly sucked into the Eight Tribes, but also had to sacrifice the Shura Tribe's princess every thousand years..."
When Jian Wuqi heard this, his pupils shrank, and he asked in a worried voice: "What are you doing to offer the princess?"
King Shura, as if with endless shame, shook his head and whispered softly: "Give Emperor Shitian as my concubine!"
"Crash!" Inadvertently, the mountain of corpses in the sea of blood that appeared behind Jian Wuqi seemed to become more solid. In this mountain of corpses in the sea of blood, there seemed to be countless green swords flying in anger.
"So, the Celestials have arrived? Where are they? I'm going to kill them."
"No, no, don't get excited, old man. Princess Sangzhu, she would have run away long ago when she saw someone from the Celestial Clan coming to urge her to marry."
"Besides, I am in the Zizaitian and Tianyan stages of cultivation. Even if you are in the Creation realm, you can't defeat me even if your combat power reaches the heavens!" Hou Feng, the Seventh Shura King, hurriedly stopped him.
The third Shura King, Yu Lie, also came forward, looked at Jian Wuqi and said: "Now, we can't fight against the gods and humans. With the help of the Buddha Kingdom, we are definitely no match. But fortunately, now, the four major
In Buzhou, four major alien races appeared."
"You can live happily with Princess Sang, and we can keep you here. It won't be too late to come back when you have cultivated enough."
Hearing this, Jian Wuqi nodded and thought to himself: "It's better for me to find Sangzhu first. For the rest of the road, I can only take one step at a time."
"Sangzhu, where are you now?"
When King Shura heard this, he said in a loud voice: "It should be in Luzhou, Beiju!"
In Shanjian City, beside the Dongtian Teleportation Formation, Jian Wuqi, still dressed in white, was walking slowly.
Although the Shura armor is extremely powerful, it is still not as powerful as this one. The white shirt of the Sword Sect makes me feel comfortable.
Six extremely beautiful fairies in white clothes looked at Jian Wuqi, wearing white gowns, pale faces, and dark circles under their eyes. They strangely shouted softly at the same time.
"Who is coming? What do you want to do when you come to this cave teleportation array?"
His tone was as commanding as ever.
"If you don't stop and accept interrogation, we will kill you."
With a loud shout, he shouted loudly towards Jian Wuqi.
In the formation, the old man from the Shura clan looked familiar to Jian Wuqi, and he said kindly: "Young students, these are the servants of Zizaitian of the Celestial Race. The Seventh Shura King also said that people who come to the formation can be interrogated by them.
"
"Did you hear that? If I take one more step forward, I will cut off your head and make you unable to live or die!"
"Not bad, Cang," the six white-clothed attendants suddenly pulled out the low-grade Lingbao Sword that shone with cold light.
"It's really rich, but it's all low-grade spiritual treasures." The teleportation array old man said softly with the corner of his mouth twitching.
Jian Wuqi looked at these six white-clothed attendants with slender eyebrows and cherry-red mouths, and murmured in a low voice: "When will it be the turn of you Celestials to take care of the Shura Clan's teleportation array?"
"Huh," a servant said, his eyebrows were straight and he slashed with his sword.
In this sword filled with white light, the breath of the wind of creation was strong, blowing towards Jian Wuqi. Before the sword energy arrived, the air waves had already blown Jian Wuqi's long black hair into dancing.
Jian Wuqi looked at these six people, his eyes becoming colder and colder.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz," among Jian Wuqi's not very tall body, blood-red and pale corpses appeared.