"What is this ......?"

Kumara stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Garo left his embrace, golden flames, spewing out from Garo's body, Rao didn't want to let go, but in that blazing flame, there was a divine power that repelled him.

And he could feel that there was a revival of life in Garo's body, which was already lifeless.

"This is my gift to you."

Xia Xin stood beside him and said,

"It's something that Shakti can't do anyway."

Most of the Divine Clans of the Holy Legend are really unworthy of the word "God" in Xia Xin's opinion.

It can only be seen as a powerful person, even if it is the emperor.

Only know how to destroy, but can't create a zào life, is not qualified to be called a god, life is the greatest miracle, without a miracle, what kind of god is it.

I haven't heard what people say, miracles, incredible are miracles, and anyone can destroy them.

Although the gods of mythology in the world of the god killer may be a little lacking in strength, in this regard, they are far behind the gods of the Holy Legend.

The power of the Emperor Shakti is strong enough, if he has patience, he can slaughter the entire heavenly realm by one person, this destructive ability is no less than that of the God of Destruction, but he will never become the God of Destruction.

The destruction of the god of destruction is for the sake of new life, the sweep of a qiē is to pave the way for a new life, and killing is a means, not a goal.

"Shakti ......"

Hearing this name, Kumaraten's eyes welled up with hatred, but when his gaze turned to Gara, who was already immersed in the golden sun, the hatred faded away, and only tenderness was there.

"I may not be nice to say, but I think it's better for you to give up revenge, you're really not that material."

Shasin looked at Kumara and advised,

"Live a good life with Jialuo, continue the bloodline of your Kumara Tian clan, it is suitable for you, you are the only seedling of this clan, don't let your clan die in vain."

He really felt that this guy was not material for revenge.

It's too weak...... The Juxiu Mobra clan is not a fighting god clan at all, and the talent is not in this direction, fighting or something, it is okay to fill the number of people, and it can only be a tragedy.

"I was ...... If you want to inherit the Shura Sword, Gara said, if there is the blood of the Asura royal family......"

Kumaraten's expression didn't look so distorted anymore, but maybe it was three hundred years of obsession, and he couldn't help but say what he had originally thought.

After the death of the clansmen, his loyalty to the first emperor and his respect for the Asura clan also died, an idea that would never have existed three hundred years ago.

"She lied to you, probably because she didn't want you to despair."

Xia Xin didn't mind Kumaratian's thoughts, he originally felt that the Asura King was not doing this authentically, and it was normal for people to have this idea.

If Kumara was killed by the Asura King and the whole clan could still maintain respect, then he would wonder if the original Kushu Mabra people had their heads caught in the door panel and chose such a person to be their king.

"The Shura knife recognizes the king of Asura, it is useless for you to get my blood, but it will be bad."

He said seriously,

"Of course, you can wake it up with my blood, but after that, you'll probably be cut off by it."

"It doesn't matter, I just want Garo to wake up now, I don't care about other things, whether it's Shakti, you or you, your business has nothing to do with me."

Kumara laughed miserably, and when Gara fell, he knew that his dream of three hundred years was a delusion.

He is now completely demoralized and just wants his lover to come back to life.

"That's right, it's the man in front of you."

Shaxin patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked up the steps.

Step by step, he felt the same feeling as in Asura City again.

He could hear the "heartbeat" of the Shura Knife, it was so rapid......

"Knock ......"

When Xia Xin walked up the last step of the stairs, a muffled sound suddenly remembered in the vast underground stone hall.

The sound came from the crystals.

Even Kumara Tian turned his head with a surprised face, looking at this artifact that he had "kept" for three hundred years and once regarded as a hope for revenge.

"Shura Knife ......"

Xia Xin walked in front of the crystal, stretched out his hand, and entered the crystal without hindrance.

Suddenly, the originally gray crystals rippled like a splash of water, revealing a qiē.

It was a sword.

The Shura sword, although it is named after the knife, is a double-edged sword.

The hilt is long, cyan in texture, painted with intricate textures, and the blade is transparent throughout, like glass.

Where the hilt meets the blade of the sword, there is a human face with closed eyes, similar to the idol of the god in the city of Asura, but above its head, there is a groove.

Xia Xin held the sealing crystal between his fingers and pressed it gently.

"Click!"

The next moment, the mutation was highlighted.

The sword, which was originally silent, burst out with extremely brilliant light, and the face of the god opened its eyes!

It lived.

That's how Xia Xin can only describe it.

The crystals that had bound it were gone, and the vine-like substance on the stone wall also disappeared, and every qiē was dissolved in the light.

Even Xia Xin didn't react, the sword had already appeared in his hand.

He felt that the divine power in his body was "rejoicing".

Like a tidal wave, divine power boiled, and with every impulse, his strength increased.

Even the Golden Sun, where Gara was located, suddenly increased in power, and its size suddenly skyrocketed, sweeping Kumara Heaven, who didn't know what was going on.

"Finally ......"

Asura's voice sounded in Xia Xin's head, and she seemed to be confined to a state of frenzy,

"And one more seal, the last one! At my mother's! ”

Nonsense, who doesn't know that in your mother's place, can you shut up?

But Xia Xin didn't have the time to pay attention to Asura now, because his strength was still growing, and soon, this change was no longer satisfied with making a fuss in his body.

The power of the god of destruction began to overflow.

In just an instant, this stone hall collapsed, and all the surrounding stone layers cracked, and the divine power spread like a tsunami at an alarming speed, sweeping the entire dungeon.

The earth is shaking, layer by layer is leaving, and one by one the boulders are rushing upward, destroying the power of the gods, and everything is collapsing.

"Young master!"

Xia Xin suddenly heard someone shouting, coming from this dungeon that was crumbling and ruining.

Although he couldn't suppress his surging power now, it wasn't enough to be unable to move, and when he heard the sound, he saw that a dry little old man was shouting in this direction among the countless boulders.

The little old man is in good shape, and among the countless crashing boulders, he keeps dodging and jumping, but this is only for a while, as the divine power further soars, there is not a single hair left that he will annihilate.

Strictly speaking, there are only one and a half left, Kumara is one, and this old man is half, and he summoned the flesh and blood of the demon clan in order to survive.

In line with the principle of doing good deeds to the end, Xia Xin reached out and grabbed the old man from hundreds of meters away, and then threw it into the golden sun.

In this place, the only thing that will not be destroyed by the power of the God of Destruction is the sun created by Xia Xin, which is also condensed by Xia Xin's divine power.

Next, he let the divine power in his body continue to spew out, wantonly washing this side of the world.

Above his head, the sun was already shining again, the result of his divine power having broken through the surface.

But Xia Xin didn't have anything to pay attention to now, and then, he let his divine power further skyrocket, washing this side of the world.