The nun looked at the maid's expression, there was no emotion on his pale face, and he said in a flat tone: "You, you, your name, where do you go, I am now the heir of the Father, if you don't respect you again, I will kill you." ”

When the words fell, Xiuchen's body exuded a coercion of the Divine Mansion, directly impacting the maid to a stunned moment. After a long time, the maid came back to her senses in despair, and said respectfully, "Yes, my lord." ”

"Humph!"

Xiuchen snorted coldly and turned to leave. From the moment he became a god, he felt that it was so good to be a human being. Even the maids of the City Lord's Mansion had to be respectful to themselves. This time's plan was really right, not only survived, but also unexpectedly became a god's residence.

Now, even if he cultivates, he has to give three points.

In the room, Asura was lying on a wooden chair made of animal skin, exuding a hint of comfort. Ah Haobi, who was standing on the side, had a strange face, and couldn't help but speak: "Father, what did you think of, why did you want to take a person with mottled blood as an heir, and let him become a god directly. ”

"You know what, there's a belief in that little guy. Although his blood is mottled, the cities and strategies he has are above the heirs of the four major clans. At least the people knew that they didn't compete for the children who were shining with strange lights, and turned their attention to the heavenly maiden of the Pipa clan. Xiu Ming is also quite smart, but he was just unlucky to die. There is nothing to say when you die, and living is the king. Asura looked out the window, looked at the endless Shura City, and muttered to himself.

"Being alive is king. Those three young masters are as stupid as pigs, and they still want to compete for the soul of the auspicious ancient god and hand it over to me, and want to attract my attention, will I not know? But they are too anxious. Or maybe the four major clans are too anxious, they all want to be the head of the clan, and they all want to get the power of faith. But after so many years, the minds of the four major clans began to change. ”

"I lived in the Divine Palace for a long time, and I didn't pay attention to the affairs of Shura City. The scene I saw this time was really disappointing to me, the four major clans looked at the descendants firmly, and the children of the side lines were subordinates. Once this level appears, it will naturally explode at some point. You are all in the wrong direction, just like what Xiu Chen said, in Shura City, you should not look at the bloodline, but the strength. Only strength is king. ”

After speaking, Asura's whole body collapsed on the animal skin wooden chair, and his six eyes were closed and he fell asleep. Ashabi put down the crystal cup in his hand and walked out quietly. It wasn't until he went out the door that he breathed a sigh of relief, regained his complexion and walked downstairs.

Outside the Castle Lord's Mansion.

Ming Yan watched as the door was opened, and the cultivator walked out of it intact. He said incredulously, "How could you...... Come out alive!"

"Why can't I come out alive, I traded the information for a chance to live. Now, let's go back to the Moro tribe and meet Xiujue. I wanted to see if he dared to do anything to me. Xiuchen smiled palely and said wildly.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed. As long as you don't die, you're alive, and there is no reason for the Father and the Lord of the City to let you go. ”

Ming said with a cold snort, turning around and walking towards the Moro Clan. He watched the cultivator come out of the city mansion, becoming more and more rampant, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, even if he really gave the information to the father and the city lord, it would only give you a chance to live. As for how to live, it's all alive.

Xiuchen followed. The two of them walked slowly to the Moro tribe, and as soon as they entered the mansion, they saw a large group of clansmen standing inside waiting, among which there were several descendants of the lineage, most of whom were side children. Everyone saw Xiuchen walk in with a flat face, whispering and mocking.

"Looking at him like this, he dared to kill the young master as calmly, he was really a madman. ”

"What's the use of being calm, the patriarch personally asked Lord Ming to bring him back, and his next voice was already ruined. Once the young master dies, the patriarch will not let him go. ”

"You see, if a cultivator dares to do such a thing, he will be tortured in the spiritual prison for the rest of his life and die in pain. This is the consequence of not recognizing one's own life. We must keep in mind. Even if the blood is mottled, what's wrong with being a side child, at least wait until you can go to Zhongcheng District to enjoy Qingfu in the future. ”

Ming Yan walked towards the main hall of the Moro clan, and the cultivator followed closely behind, not paying the slightest attention to what the surrounding disciples said. is also a sideline, this group of people fell into the well here, and he really didn't pay attention to the behavior of such a weak person.

Entering the main hall, Ming Yan bowed to the cultivator on the main throne and said, "Patriarch, I have already brought the cultivator here." However, he had fled to the City Lord's Mansion before, and he had received a promise from the Father and the City Lord that he would survive. ”

"Go down. Xiujue on the main throne waved his hand, looked at the Xiuchen with an expressionless face, and suddenly chuckled and said: "Okay, very good, as a side disciple, you really have the ability, you dare to murder the young master, it's really surprising, say, who gave you the courage." ”

Speaking of the last sentence, Xiujue's eyes became cold, and he smashed the wooden table with a slap, releasing a coercion of the Divine Mansion, and suddenly, the air around him seemed to be squeezed heavily, and even breathing became difficult, and the four elders sitting below also released the demigod power one after another, uniting to suppress the cultivator.

Under this huge pressure, Xiuchen was not affected at all, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "Xiuming was not killed by me, it was the Heavenly Maiden of Jixiang City who did it. If you want revenge, I can tell you what that day girl looks like and what she does. ”

"Even if you didn't kill it, if you don't block the danger of life and death for your descendants, you deserve death if you come back alive. Hand over the Father's warrant, and I will spare your life. Xiu Jue saw that Xiuchen was fine, and directly thought of it as a warrant from the Father. In his mind, how could a person who was a martial artist and a nine-fold warrior be able to resist divine might.

It was all the power of the Father's warrant that canceled each other out.

"Circumventing my life, just to put me in prison. Old horseman, your son's life is not good, and it is no wonder that others died outside. As for me, do you dare to touch a single hair of me!" Xiuchen said arrogantly.

Xiujue, who was sitting on the main seat, had a cold face, and the anger in his heart was burned by these words, and he smiled instead of anger: "Okay, good, it's really powerful." I'm going to see if the Father's warrant can keep you from being attacked. As long as you don't die, God can't blame me. ”