"Hmph, Ancestor Shura, you'd better not be careless. Not only has this kid turned into a holy body, he also has many weird methods. Even the Emperor's Emperor's Sword can't hurt him at all." Zhu Wuji looked aggrieved.
,road.
"Tsk, tsk, Emperor's Sword..." The old man licked his lips, looked at Zhu Wuji with ridicule in his eyes, sneered, and said: "That kind of rubbish thing, you have the nerve to bring it out to embarrass yourself, the Blood Sea Demonic Bone Claw
."
‘Woo’, ‘Woo’, ‘Woo’…
Ancestor Shura's aura condensed, and he only heard a 'pop' sound, and saw the huge sea of blood outside the hall pouring in instantly.
It enveloped the whole person.
A bone claw more than half a meter long flew out from the sea of blood and landed on its hand. The monstrous evil spirit burst out instantly. It was already half a step into the immortal realm, and only one step away from the true immortal.
The momentum it exuded with its final kick made even Zhu Wuji and Tianhuo Sect Master unable to help but take several steps back.
As for the other ancient tribes and people from the ancient sect, they fled far away.
I'm afraid of getting hurt.
"Jie Jie Jie... I accept that this Witch God Palace is on the ancestor's territory. I think everyone has no objections, right?" Ancestor Shura looked sideways at Zhu Wuji, Emperor Huang Quan and others, and spoke in a leisurely manner.
,road.
"You want it?"
boom!
Emperor Huangquan's face suddenly darkened. Before the White Elephant King could react, he withdrew from the battle circle in a flash. He looked coldly at the Shura Ancestor opposite him and sneered, saying: "Hmph, as soon as you come here, you want to monopolize it."
Why does this Witch God Palace treat us as just decorations?"
‘Moo’, ‘moo’, ‘moo’…
The White Elephant King roared low. Seeing that Emperor Huangquan had retreated, he naturally did not dare to stay any longer. After all, Wu Ling'er's methods made his heart palpitate. He had no confidence in fighting alone.
Take down the opponent.
What's more, this is not its Elephant Palace, but the Sea of Shura Blood in the Land of Yin Ruins. In this ghost place, not only do we have to guard against those immortals who have been resurrected from the dead and have dominated for several epochs, we also have to deal with these companions around us.
It also doesn't have the slightest bit of trust.
"Sooner or later, the Wushen Palace will fall into my hands." The White Elephant King gritted his teeth and retreated to Emperor Huangquan. He knew very well that if he really wanted to fight Wu Ling'er, both sides would lose, and he would never wait for his end.
Better than Wu Linger.
"Little Elephant Demon, if you have the ability, come and get it." Wu Ling'er raised his eyelids, put away the Witch God Palace, and simply ignored the White Elephant King's provocation.
Ancestor Shura's gaze fell on Emperor Huangquan, half-squinting his eyes, and said with a smile: "What, you want to give it a try?"
Bang bang bang bang!
The bone claws on its hands, when gently pinched, suddenly made bursts of crisp sounds.
The monstrous sea of blood has already flooded the main hall.
In just the blink of an eye, I saw countless more Shura clan crawling out of the sea of blood. The auras emanating from them were not weak. There were fifty or sixty Emperor Realm Shura alone.
So many heads.
"Hmph, Ancestor Shura, do you really want to completely break up with us?" Zhu Wuji said with a gloomy face, looking at the old man with murderous intent.
"Give me the Witch God Palace, and the rest can be easily discussed..." The Shura Ancestor raised his eyelids, his eyes full of teasing, and said: "Otherwise, you don't have to leave. Just in time, my Shura army is here.
There are still a few leaders who are half-step into the Immortal Realm. With your joining, we, the Shura clan, can also take charge."
"What a joke, you want to keep us here?" The terrifying aura from Emperor Huang Quan instantly burst out, pointing directly at the Shura Ancestor opposite.
When the people from the ancient tribes and ancient sects around saw more and more Shura tribes crawling out of the sea of blood, their faces suddenly turned pale.
Seeing that Ancestor Shura looked stubborn and determined to seize the Wushen Palace, Tianhuo Sect Master, Zhu Wuji and others also frowned.
"Boy, why don't you take advantage of the situation and join in the fun?" Wu Ling'er returned to Ye Xingchen's side, glanced at the Shura Ancestor, and chuckled.
"What does this dog-biting-dog-mouth-hair thing have to do with me?" Ye Xingchen shrugged his shoulders and said: "Wu Ling'er, if I remember correctly, they are all thinking about your Wushen Palace, don't you?
To cause trouble for them?"
"Wishen Palace is yours now." Wu Ling'er shook his head and said unmoved.
After all, Ancestor Shura is an old monster that has been practicing for hundreds of millions of years. He is also a half-step immortal, but the aura exuding from his body makes Zhu Wuji, Emperor Huang Quan and others extremely afraid of him.
Seeing that Ye Xingchen and Wu Ling'er were both just watching, with no intention of getting involved, Zhu Wuji and Emperor Huangquan also gathered together, looking coldly at the Shura Ancestor opposite.
"Huang Quan, what should we do now?" Tianhuo Sect Master took a deep breath and said in a condensed voice.
"Let me give you a few words of advice. If you really don't listen, you can only take down these greedy Shura." Emperor Huang Quan pondered for a moment and said: "Old Ancestor Shura, if we really want to fight, the best result will be
It’s a lose-lose situation for both sides. Those immortals who have been resurrected from the dead are still watching us. No matter which of us wins, it will only be an advantage to those immortals, what do you think?”
"Does that make sense?" Ancestor Shura licked his lips twice and said, "In that case, how about giving the Witch God Palace to me, and we, the Shura clan, will help you deal with those immortals?"
"Fart...fart." The leader of the Skyfire Sect, who had lost his soul, heard that the Shura Ancestor was still coveting the Witch God Palace, and he immediately became furious and shouted angrily: "Humph, help us? If those immortals run out,
You, the Shura clan, are afraid that you won’t be able to survive, right?”
"Why, you think I am joking?" Ancestor Shura raised his eyebrows and said expressionlessly: "What about the immortals? This land of blood sea is not a place where anyone can come in if they want to.
What's more, do you know how vast this sea of blood is? If those immortals come here, I will probably take my people and escape to the depths of the sea of blood, and they will just stare..."
"Damn it, this Shura Ancestor really doesn't even eat anything?" Zhu Wuji gritted his teeth and said with a hum.
"Want the Wushen Palace?" Emperor Huang Quan raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Okay, that Tianbao is on her body, go and grab it yourself."
"Grab it yourself?" Ancestor Shura chuckled twice, and said clearly, "Huang Quan, you can't be. You want to wait for me to take action, then you come over and intervene, and the fisherman will benefit, right?"