The entire Temple of the God of War is a huge gate, and with these cruel and special materials and layouts, the six spiritual veins connected to the Dao of the Human World and the Dao of Shura have been transformed into a corridor used by Shura. And the imitation of the demon pestle is the key to control the gate. Those three different Buddha faces, with different meanings and functions, control the opening and closing of the door. They can summon Shura, or rakshasas—they are their companions. It is nothing more than the difference between one singing red face and one singing white face. Although Shura is powerful and blessed on weekdays, he seems to be defending his family and the country, which is admirable; Rakshasa is a tool for adjustment, when the human race and the demon race have doubts about the rule of Shura, or everyone is used to living a comfortable life, the Rakshasa comes to attack, and everyone's nerves are tensed.

In the process, someone was killed, and there were Shura or Rakshasa who lost their lives, but it was all necessary. It is nothing more than the difference between informed and uninformed, voluntary and involuntary. They are all pawns, and every war and death has a new meaning, and they are all contributing to the consolidation of the regime.

Even if, even if countless people die for it.

"It's too much...... Jun Aoyan clenched his Mo knife, "So, that old thing...... I know these things. ”

"No, it's too early to draw conclusions." Qi Huan hurriedly stopped her from continuing to drill the horns, "Only when everything calms down can we really clear the clouds and see the truth." What speculation is made now, it's all out of nowhere! ”

Jun Aoyan nodded, driving all those messy thoughts out of his mind. Immediately, she asked Shuangyuejun:

"Where is King Shura?"

"That's right." Qi Huan also asked, "Aren't you going to fight her?" But what about her? ”

"Oh, she...... It's been over there. ”

Frost Moon Jun lifted his chin and suddenly gestured towards the heights. On top of the statue of the queen in the very center, the main figure stands upright. At present, she is still the appearance of Shura, maybe it doesn't matter what kind of face she has, it's all an appearance. The truth was revealed, but she would never allow them to tell it. Moreover, her henchmen have arrived here, waiting for her to call the shots.

She held the hook knife, and there seemed to be fire in her eyes.

Several people had a chill. The fight and communication just now, including the matter of the hands and feet of the Frost Moon Monarch, she saw it all? Standing there, not saying a word, just quietly watching? She's like a ghost.

"Don't gossip. You said that Lone's opponent is you. In that case, let's have a dignified duel. Let Lone take a good look at whether the person selected by the Demon Sealing Blade is deep or shallow! ”

She struck like an arrow suddenly, without warning. But her goal is clear, and that is Frost Moon Jun. The people around him immediately scattered in all directions, so as not to be scraped off their heads by the huge hook knife. Although the foothold is very limited, the aura here is light, allowing them to land on a nearby sculpture. Frost Moon Jun raised his hand to receive the move, and his left foot took a step back at the same time, and he still did not move after receiving the heavy blow with the Demon Sealing Blade. Black lines began to spread on his arms, and Jun Aoyan thought he had seen it wrong. But she looked closely and confirmed that it was indeed some kind of imprint. Will it be a tattoo?

"It's a tattoo." Qi Huan, who fell behind her, seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, "The world-famous assassin a hundred years ago...... Although because he became the six realms of impermanence, he is no longer remembered by people. But many people know that he has several dragons tattooed on his body. Ordinary Assassins would not do this, it would be too blatant and easy to be discovered. But since he has long been famous, he must not care about these details......"

As soon as Qi Huan finished speaking, he suddenly found that those annoying rakshasas under his feet had climbed up again. The rakshasas are one after another, densely clinging to the tall stone carvings, which is almost reminiscent of the middle of summer, and the dense snails on the bridge pillars are slowly wriggling. As soon as Qi Huan jumped to his feet, Jun Aoyan immediately picked up the Mo knife and cut off the arm of a rakshasa closest to Qi Huan.

Liu Shenghan leaped in from the other side.

"These rakshasas can't be killed...... What's more, there are still a few cadres who obstruct it. Unless we cut them off. ”

"It's like bamboo shoots!" Qi Huan stepped on the other outstretched hand with one heel and crushed it a few times, "One by one came out of the ground, endlessly!" ”

"This is the Rift...... Where's the key? ”

"What key? Ahh "Scales

They immediately looked at the statue of the Queen, the arc of which made it easy for them to see the target. On the chest of the statue of the Queen, where it joins the cloak, the false pestle is embedded in it.

"There are three Buddha heads...... "Liu Shenghan pondered, "about the place of the rift, the world, and the Shura." We must destroy the keys when we return to this world. But as for how to deal with it...... None of us knows. ”

"Get it first!"

Qi Huan's reaction was quick, as he noticed that the Queen's henchmen were walking towards the statue of the Queen in the center with a clear goal. Qi Huan moved quickly, flew the eaves and walked the wall, and quickly mastered the essentials of action here. Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, a huge battle axe suddenly flew in front of him, deeply embedded in the folds of the sculpture, just in front of Qi Huan. Metal brushed the tip of his nose, rubbing off a thin layer of skin. His feet slipped, rubbing against the stone wall, and finally came to rest on the statue's arm. It was so dangerous that if he had just gone any further, his whole body would have been split.

He turned his head to look over and saw that it was a general's weapon. Nashura—no, for now, it should be a rakshasa, his skin was dark gray with a metallic sheen, and it was hard to imagine how hard his surface was. His hair was dry and curly, white as burnt cinders, joined by a short, thick beard, like an eccentric lion. He was one of the eight men who was second only to Liu Shenghan's defeated general, because his legs were only like ordinary people, but he was very burly above the waist, and his physique was amazing, as if he was underdeveloped. His shoulders had to be hunched, his head was stretched forward, and his two strong arms were curled up at his sides. Judging from this posture, he looks like a ferocious gorilla again.

As soon as he raised his hand, Qi Huan felt the entire statue shake. He looked up and saw that the large, heavy tomahawk was constantly shaking, struggling to get out of the cracks in the stonework. The sculpture was sturdy, and the attack of such a large and powerful metal could not cause it to fall off the slightest debris. The axe was finally pulled out and quickly returned to the Gray-skinned Rakshasa's hands. But looking at the posture of raising his hand again, the next round of attacks is not like a joke.

Jun Aoyan had given up moving forward in an almost vertical position, but fell directly to the ground, running while quickly spinning the Mo knife to clear the obstacles. In this environment, the knife became very light, and it was like a thin wooden stick to her. Another Rakshasa commander came over - he was so fast that Jun Aoyan couldn't react and was slapped on the base of the statue. She hit her back first, then the back of her head hit the stone, and she was in pain for a moment. Fortunately, there was the previous one as a buffer, otherwise the head would have been shattered. Before she could adjust her breathing, she instinctively raised her sword in front of her to fend off the grinning rakshasa. Its fangs turned out, revealing a meaty rancid smell. Aoyan's hands were trembling, and he finally concentrated his strength on his right arm, and suddenly buckled his opponent against the stone.

Aoyan suddenly realized that something was not quite right. The moment the rakshasa came into contact with the stone carving, it was as if it was pressed against cotton, and half of its body sank in. Jun Aoyan was stunned for a while, he didn't have so much strength in his hands, but the other party couldn't break free. The rakshasa twisted his body, but it was like he was glued inside, and he couldn't get out. It didn't take long for its entire body to disappear into the stone carving. Ao Yan felt uncomfortable as if he had been overpowered.

"He's back in the world of Shura......" Liu Shenghan's pen tip was stained with Rakshasa's blood, "sculpture, ground...... Is something tangible but a nothingness over there? Or is it at least partly different from the layout here......"

She seemed to be talking to herself in the second half. At this time, another ferocious rakshasa intended to attack suddenly, and a rakshasa with a similar appearance attacked it. This moment of looking in the mirror did make the other party tremble for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they immediately looked at Qi Huan who was diagonally ahead. His legs were sandwiched between a stone model of weapons, and he held a stack of paper figures in one hand and swiped downward with the other. The falling paper figures took on the form of the nearest rakshasa and quickly attacked.

"Beat them all back!"

On the other side, the Shura King and the Frost Moon King also fought fiercely. It's just that in comparison, Wang is pressing step by step, and he has riveted a lot of strength in every move, but he doesn't see any consumption, and he doesn't know where the endless energy comes from. Frost Moon Jun only resisted, and when he saw the moves, he was clean and neat, and there was no superfluous movement. It's just that there are often black shadows flashing on his arms and face, and I don't know why.

"Frost Moon Lord, draw your sword!"

"Not really."

"It's really infuriating that you have given enough face to meet alone, but you have repeatedly humiliated us and others."

"I didn't mean that."

Bai Ya naturally also discovered a way to "invite" the rakshasas back to the Shura Path. But outnumbered and scarred, he still chose to get out of the meaningless battle of physical attrition. He abruptly joined the duel between the king and the king of the frost moon, and his twin knives grabbed the queen's neck from behind. Frost Moon Jun didn't make a move, nor did he stop it, watching Bai Ya use that huge "scissors" to kill him.

The king threw himself into this battle and could not guard against it. A large amount of bright red blood gushed out from the severed veins. But before Bai Ya could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt something hard - the blade was stopped. Is it the spine? How so? It felt like another metal or rock, and it made his arm tingle. If it is an ordinary blade, I am afraid that there is already a gap at this time. Shouldn't Shura really be judged by the standards of normal people—especially their king?

The king suddenly threw his weapon upward, then grabbed Bai Ya's arm behind him with both hands and threw it forward. Bai Ya slammed on the ground, grinning in pain. At this moment, the hook knife fell, and the king caught it with precision and slashed down viciously. He quickly staggered his cutlass and fended off the hook knife attack at the intersection, only to be stabbed in the flank by the long tip of the blade.

Not deep, at least not deadly; It doesn't hurt because I'm used to it.

"Bai Shaoxia, this is not a gentleman's style." She taunted the man who was pinned to the ground. Then, she stepped on the intersection of her twin knives and the hook knife, allowing the tips to pierce deeper. Bai Ya's arms had begun to shake violently, and he was about to lose his support. He didn't expect this small body to have such weight and strength.