The maid turned her head to look at the cultivator who was carefully looking at the City Lord's Mansion, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showed a hint of contempt, and she said slowly: "This is the City Lord's Mansion, not the Moluo clan." If you look at the layout of this city lord's mansion again, I will gouge out your eyes. ”

The words fell, and the maid burst out with a mid-stage cultivation of the Holy String Martial Arts.

Affected by this momentum, the demigod power in his body kept rampage in his body, and the cultivator's face became more and more pale, and he retracted his gaze and said respectfully to the maid: "What my sister said is that the City Lord's Mansion is too angry, and he stares at random without holding back for a while. ”

"Phew, who's your sister. Don't think about having a relationship with me, the people of the City Lord's Mansion never accept this. Follow closely, don't lose it when the time comes, and your head will fall off. The maid snorted coldly, raised her chin slightly, and said proudly. There was contempt for the subordinate of Xiuchen in his tone, and he didn't want to be obscure.

The cultivator nodded, withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the layout of the city lord's mansion, and only followed the maid into the main hall.

Passing through the living room of the main hall, the maid directly led the nuns around the screen placed in the center and walked up the spiral staircase to the top floor. Walking to a wooden door, the maid retracted her contempt, showed a sweet smile, and said, "Lord of the city, Father, the cultivator has brought it." ”

"Well, you go down and let the monk push the door in by himself. ”

There was a deep voice from inside the door, and the maid stepped back and disappeared into the hallway. Xiuchen took a deep breath, opened the wooden door directly, and walked in. After entering the door, I saw Ah Haobi standing respectfully beside a black-haired young man, with a slightly obese figure and a straight body, his face was not angry and arrogant, and he had the momentum of a person in power.

And the black-haired young man sitting on the animal skin chair, with three heads and six arms, lying lazily, holding a crystal cup in his hand and shaking, exuding an affinity, just like an ordinary person, but he did not have the sense of lofty momentum of a god.

This young man was Asura, the first grandfather god of all the people of Shura City.

The cultivator had seen the Dharma of the Asura in the worship ceremony, and the golden statue made of pure gold stone alone carried a momentum that looked at the world, and every time he saw it, he only had a fanatical sense of worship in his heart. When he saw the real person, he lost the momentum of looking down on the world, and the young man stood next to Ah Haobi with a sense of father and son.

It's more like a gentleman.

The cultivator walked up to the two of them, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said respectfully, "See the Father, the lord of the city." ”

After speaking, as soon as Xiuchen raised his head, he felt a momentum so powerful that it crushed him, and then he heard the deep roar of Ayubi in his ears.

"What kind of crime should you be guilty of, Xiuchen! You are so bold, do you want to find death by deceiving Father and me?"

Under the pressure of this divine spirit, the demigod power in Xiuchen's body seemed to have been replenished, and more and more vitality jumped up and down in his body, destroying every meridian. He gritted his teeth to hold back the dizziness, strengthened his mind, and said calmly: "The cultivator didn't mean to deceive Father and the City Lord, but if I didn't say so, the City Lord and Father would not have opened the door of the City Lord's Mansion. ”

As soon as Ah Yabi heard what the monk said, his eyes widened and stared at him, and he roared more and more angrily: "Presumptuous, you are just a side descendant of the four major clans, and if you dare to calculate on the heads of Father God and me, you are clearly looking for death." ”

When the words fell, Ah Haobi shook his hand casually, and a black light slowly flew towards Xiuchen. Under the pressure of this divine spirit like the vast ocean, the cultivator instantly turned into duckweed in the sea, unable to control his whole body. Seeing that black light with a devastating momentum, Xiuchen's eyes froze, and he tried to control his hands to get up, wanting to resist with the help of the power of the Eye of Death.

There is the power of faith in any treasure, and this power of faith can instantly increase the strength, but there is a time limit and the number of times. And the number of times the cultivator can use it in a day is three times, in one day, the first time can be improved to the strength of the Divine Mansion with the help of the power of faith, the second time is the Holy String Martial God Period, and the third time is only the Late Sacred String Martial Arts.

Although it can only be promoted to the late stage of the Holy String Martial Arts, it can also increase its strength to resist the city lord's casual blows. Of course, not having the strength of a demigod to resist this blow is simply wishful thinking. But Xiuchen still has to try, if he doesn't try, waiting for death is not his style.

The black light swayed through the air, and the power contained in it burned all the spaces it passed.

"Okay, it's just a junior, and your heavy hand scared him. With a wave of Asura's arm, the coercive black light instantly dissipated in mid-air, without a trace.

Ashabi looked at Asura and said in shock: "Father, this kind of person who kills his own clan should be directly executed. Why are you holding me back? ”

"City Lord, what do you think? Xiu Ming wants to kill me, so naturally I want to resist, why do you want to sit still and wait to be killed. Is it true that a person with mottled blood should be born a human being? If the city lord is you, when you are hunted down, do you tie your hands or fight back? He said with difficulty, and he clearly felt the demigod power in his body moving wantonly.

If you don't suppress this demigod power, you will die in a short time. It's just that Xiuchen is only in the early stage of the Holy String Martial Arts, and he can't suppress it at all, not to mention that the Asura Ancient God and Ayu Bi are in front of him, how can they move around.

"You ......" Ah Yubi looked at Xiuchen coldly, and then said with a sneer: "I am the heir of the ancient gods, and everything I have done is what it should be. You're just a blood-mottled side kid of one of the four major clans, and you dare to compare yourself with me. ”

Bloodline, what is said is bloodline.

If you have mottled blood, you are inferior, and if you can't even inspire a physical vision, you will be abandoned by the clan and thrown into the slums. Or become a collateral disciple and be a subordinate for the rest of his life.

Xiuchen sneered, the long-suppressed emotions in his heart exploded, and said loudly: "What about pure blood, it's not that you are dead outside." And I, a side disciple, returned to Shura City safely. Lord of the City, what you said is wrong, it doesn't matter whether the bloodline is pure or not, what matters is whether you have the ability to live to the end. ”

As the words fell, Xiuchen's eyes were fixed on Ah Haobi, his eyes as firm as a wolf.

Asura, who was sitting on the recliner, looked at Xiuchen with great interest, and said with a smile: "That Xiuming was really killed by you? How did you kill Xiuming?"

"Xiu Ming was not killed by me, but by a celestial maiden. That day girl was a god's mansion, and even if Xiu Ming was briefly promoted to the realm of the god's mansion, it would be useless. ”