There was silence in the Shura Arena, and even the God of Death looked at Mo Tian, the only one standing on the gladiatorial stage, in disbelief.
The silence lasted for a short time, and then the whole audience cheered.
Shura's name resounded in the sky above the yellow-level Shura field.
Unconsciously walking to the center of the arena, Mo Tian opened his arms and enjoyed the cheers of these warriors.
From this moment on, eight hours and twenty-five minutes later, this new record appeared in the Yellow Level Shura Field.
And the name of the person who set this new record is "Shura"!
Now, the Shura Field is completely boiling.
No one questions Shura's power anymore. He has surpassed the record set by that myth. He has become a new myth in the yellow-level Shura field.
From the moment those warriors disappear, Shura's name will resound throughout the Shura Prison.
No one dared to sign up for the Shura Fight for eight hours, ten Shura Fights were completed in eight hours and twenty-five minutes, all 990 warriors were destroyed in his hands, and ninety-nine warriors were instantly wiped out in one second. These are all
This is a record set by Shura.
Come to think of it, no one will break this record again within a hundred years.
A black shadow appeared, holding a token in his hand and passing it to Mo Tian.
"Shura, first-level human level token."
Taking the token handed by Heiying, Mo Tian smiled slightly.
"Thank you."
The face in the darkness twitched, and the shadow said: "You deserve this."
"From now on, you can stay on the Yellow Level Avenue for one day. After one day, you must leave the Yellow Level Avenue and go to the Human Level Avenue."
"Okay." Mo Tian nodded.
Holding the first-level human level token, Mo Tian walked towards the outside of the Shura Field.
Before stepping out of the Shura Field, Mo Tian's eyes directly found the God of Death in the corner.
Facing the God of Death, Mo Tian gave a thumbs up.
After doing this, Mo Tian left the yellow-level Shura field.
After a day of fighting, Mo Tian was a little tired, so it was time to go out for a walk and relax.
The smell of blood inside the Shura Field made Mo Tian very uncomfortable, but it was much better outside.
The warriors had a clear view of Mo Tian's actions just now.
Looking in the direction Mo Tian was facing, they saw the silent God of Death in the corner.
"Shura and the God of Death know each other?" a warrior exclaimed.
"Both of them wear masks, so I think they are somewhat related. I didn't expect these two terrifying entities to appear on the Yellow Level Avenue."
"Shura is the God of Killing, and the God of Killing is the abbreviation of the God of Killing. It seems that the two are really related!"
Amidst the exclamations of those warriors, the God of Death slowly stood up and left the yellow-level Shura field.
Walking on Huang Level Avenue, Mo Tian had already taken off his mask.
Without the restraint of the mask, Mo Tian could breathe the air comfortably.
Take out a Qingxin Pill from Najie and swallow it to calm the murderous intention in your body.
Mo Tian finally understood why the God of Killing chose to stop after seven Shura fights. No matter whether he was stained with blood or not, the obsession after killing someone and before death would also affect the murderer.
Even if he used his own energy and blood to form a tornado to completely obliterate them, he was still greatly affected.
Although Mo Tian's character is far superior to that of his peers, after killing nearly a thousand people, he will be somewhat affected by the remaining souls of those people after their death.
After taking the Qingxin Pill, Mo Tian's negative emotions were reduced a lot, and he felt much more relaxed.
"call--"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Mo Tian walked boredly on Huang Level Avenue.
He can still stay on the yellow-level avenue for one day. Although he doesn't know what he can do, he doesn't want to go to the human-level avenue so early.
"Can you bear the negative emotions caused by killing?" A cold voice sounded.
Turning around, he saw the handsome young man he saw yesterday standing behind Mo Tian.
With a faint smile on his face, Mo Tian said: "The God of Killing, since you are named this, you must be prepared to kill, whether it is the beginning or the end."
Glancing at Mo Tian, the young man showed a disdainful expression.
"What are you pretending to be?" Mo Tian joked, raising his eyebrows.
Najie flashed and a Pure Heart Pill was thrown directly to the young man.
He reached out and took it, holding the Qingxin Pill. The young man was shocked.
"Second-level top quality Qingxin Pill!" The young man looked at Mo Tian in disbelief: "Where did you get it? How many more are there, I want them all!"
Shaking his head, Mo Tian said: "I gave this one to you as a friend. I won't sell it. If your friend needs it, of course I can give you some."
"Tch!" The young man turned his head disdainfully, and his voice became cold: "Who do you think you are, that you can be friends with me? There are only a handful of people in the Western Region who can be called brothers with me, so who do you think you are?"
"Oh." Mo Tian shrugged helplessly, turned and left.
"See you at the human-level Shura field."
Seeing Mo Tian about to leave, clutching the second-grade top quality Qingxin Pill given by Mo Tian in his hand, the young man couldn't help but shout: "My name is Mo Yi!"
"The single word is 'snow'." Mo Tian waved his hand, a light smile appeared on his face.
"Snow?" Mo Yi was stunned.
He had never heard of someone using one word as a name. Coupled with Mo Tian's methods and the top-quality elixir he gave out casually, Mo Yi became even more confused about Mo Tian's identity.
"Is he just so ordinary on the surface? What is his identity? Xue, why haven't I heard this name among the major sects in the Western Region?" Mo Yi frowned.
Shura Hall.
"The record of the yellow-level Shura field has been broken?" An old man in a blood-red robe sat on a dragon-headed chair and frowned.
"Yes, in the last game, he directly challenged the strong men of the eighth and ninth levels of Huang level, but he was killed by him in ten minutes! Not even the body was left." From the Yellow level Shura field
The black shadow stood respectfully at the bottom of the hall and said with clasped fists.
"What moves did he use?" the old man in robe asked.
"There is only one tornado from beginning to end. It was a bloody tornado at the beginning. When it wiped out the one hundred and ninety-eight warriors, it was a golden tornado. It contained very terrifying energy. This level of strength is at least at the Battle Dan level.
!" Black Shadow replied.
"In eight hours, all 990 people were wiped out. There was also a vacuum period of eight hours in the Shura Prison. This has never happened since the emergence of the Shura Prison!" The old man in robes frowned.
"Yes, it is precisely because of this young man that we came here to look for the palace master. According to the palace master, what should we do?" the black shadow said respectfully.
"His name?"
"Shura."
"What a crazy boy! He dares to name Shura in the Shura Prison. This boy must be paid careful attention to by the Lord of the Palace! He is now a human-level warrior. Go and tell the manager of the human-level Shura Field to pay more attention to this Shura.
!" The old man in red robe said solemnly.
"Yes!" said the shadow.
"That's right." Black Shadow said again.
"What's the matter?" the old man asked.
"In addition to Shura, there was also a man who claimed to be the God of Killing. He completed seven Shura fights in a row. If it weren't for the fact that the killing spirit had affected his mind, he might have continued." Black Shadow answered.
"What about Shura?"
"No changes can be seen. His spirit and mind are much calmer than the God of Death. It is completely inconsistent with his age."
"Pay more attention to these two people. The master of this palace has some information about this god of death." The old man in red robe said calmly, stroking his long beard.