Walking out of the Shura field, looking at the dim sky.
According to normal time, it is already midnight. But in a dark place like Shura Prison, there is only this blood-red dimness.
Stepping out of the whirlpool, Mo Tian returned to the Shura Avenue.
Watching the warriors coming and going, as well as the vendors around.
Mo Tian stretched and yawned. He was a little sleepy, but he didn't know where to rest.
Looking at the warriors, Mo Tian was a little confused.
Why are these people so active in a place like this where there is no sunlight, and they don't show any signs of fatigue?
I briefly looked at the vendors around me, and I saw that these vendors were selling ordinary soldiers or some low-level elixirs.
Mo Tian didn't like these things at all.
Along the way, an invisible wall blocked Mo Tian's path.
Looking at the vendors in front of him, Mo Tian was a little confused as to why he couldn't pass by here.
If it's not all on Shura Avenue, why is there still an invisible wall of air here?
At this time, a warrior happened to pass by Mo Tian.
Looking at Mo Tian, who was full of doubts, the warrior said: "This place is the boundary of the yellow level. If you want to go there, you need to reach the human level. Things on the human level road will be better than these places.
A lot, it all depends on whether you have the ability to become human-level."
Turning around, Mo Tian was about to say thanks.
However, he saw a masked face.
"Are you the God of Death?" Mo Tian asked with a frown.
The person who just spoke was wearing a mask, and Mo Tian saw that look from the only hole in his eye.
The look of that murderous god in the Shura field.
None of the warriors seen on this yellow-level avenue were wearing masks, and he was a special case.
After looking Mo Tian up and down, the God of Death said calmly: "If you have the ability, let's meet on the human-level road. It's meaningless on the yellow-level road."
After saying that, the God of Death left directly.
With his brows furrowed, Mo Tian didn't know why this god of murder suddenly spoke to him and said such words.
I have never met him, so why would he tell me this?
Watching the God of Death leave, Mo Tian turned his head again and looked at the avenue opposite the wall of energy.
"Human Level Avenue, it seems that this Shura prison has these things, which is interesting." Mo Tian said with a smile.
The disappeared whirlpool appeared again, and Mo Tian stepped directly into it.
"I want to sign up." A masked person appeared at the registration gate of Shura Field.
"Take out your level token." A cold voice came from the dark registration mouth.
Taking out the level token, the masked man handed it to the hand extended from the registration mouth.
"No level? Then how do you plan to fight?"
"Can I still choose?" the masked man asked in surprise.
"If you think your strength can be leveled up, you can definitely do so. If you don't want to, you can also level up one level at a time. As long as you have the energy, Shura Field will arrange people for you." The person who signed up said calmly.
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"Start from the beginning." The masked man replied.
"name."
"Shura."
"Identity registration successful, Shura, no level, ten minutes later, yellow level Shura field, first level warriors fighting."
Taking the level token handed out from the registration mouth, the warrior who called himself Shura walked directly towards the gate of Shura field.
Ten minutes later.
"Is this guy still human?"
"This is more perverted than the God of Death! This man won't come in with the God of Death, right?"
Looking at the masked man standing on the arena, the warrior in the stands couldn't help but say.
One minute ago, one hundred yellow-level first-level warriors were all standing on the gladiatorial stage.
After giving the order, when the warriors were preparing to fight, a blood-red tornado appeared on the gladiatorial stage.
A minute later, except for a masked warrior, all the others disappeared.
There were no corpses, and there was no smell of blood. The ninety-nine warriors just disappeared into thin air.
"A man wearing a mask, another man wearing a mask! Could it be that wearing a mask can improve one's strength? A god of death, who is this?" A warrior said in horror.
This battle was too weird. It was just a bloody tornado, and ninety-nine people were just gone?
Those are ninety-nine living warriors in the fighting spirit realm!
"Remember my name, my name is Shura."
An arrogant voice sounded from the arena.
Under the ferocious Shura mask, the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.
"Shura Sheng, you have been promoted to the first yellow level, but you still want to continue?" The black shadow appeared, looking at Shura and asked.
"continue."
"Record broken! Record broken!" The warriors in the stands couldn't help but exclaimed.
"How long has it been? The record of killing gods has been broken! Those are 693 warriors! All dead!"
"What the hell happened today! A God of Death and a Shura, are these two people colluding?"
"Hey, what happened just now?" A warrior asked the warrior beside him with lingering fear.
"In the bloody tornado, all ninety-nine people disappeared, leaving nothing behind. In an instant, just an instant!" The warrior next to him also said in a trembling voice.
"Now, how long has it been?"
"Ten minutes..."
In ten minutes, Shura had completed seven gladiatorial battles.
Without exception, all 693 warriors disappeared.
They all died in that weird bloody tornado.
Just by shouting start, the bloody tornado appeared directly.
It didn't last long, only a few seconds. After a few seconds, the Shura was the only one left in the arena.
No one knows what means Shura used to kill these ninety-nine people. They know nothing except the bloody tornado.
Even if it is the God of Death, it will take several minutes to complete a gladiatorial battle.
However, in front of this Shura, a few minutes was really too long.
Ten minutes, the time it takes for a normal fight, he has already completed seven.
Like a god of death, ninety-nine people died in his hands.
Compared to the God of Death, who can be seen killing those warriors with the soldiers in his hands, Shura's method is really weird!
The bloody tornado spread directly across the entire arena. After the tornado passed, the arena was very quiet, not even a drop of blood was left.
"No wonder those people don't feel sleepy. Killing keeps people's spirits in a state of excitement. Coupled with the supply of elixirs, there is no feeling of fatigue at all. Why, this feeling of killing makes me so comfortable
." Under the Shura mask, Mo Tian said to himself.
The Shura who made the warriors in the stands frightened was Mo Tian.
When choosing a name, Mo Tian thought of his Shura demonic body. Since his physique is related to Shura, what about naming him Shura?
A true Shura is not afraid of challenges or failures, no matter how eye-catching he is.
Shura should not be unknown!
"Do you want to continue?"
The black shadow appeared next to Mo Tian again, looking at Mo Tian wearing the Shura mask and asked.
"Why not?" Mo Tian said calmly with the corner of his mouth raised under the mask.
The killing in the arena made Mo Tian very happy, and his tired spirit became excited.
Using elixirs to continuously replenish himself, Mo Tian didn't worry at all that his consumption would be overloaded.
Moreover, facing a warrior of this level of fighting spirit, Mo Tian really did not need to use too much Yuan Power.
Mo Tian was really a little interested in breaking the record.