The bloody corpses of various sizes of Shura roamed in the wasteland, among which there were those carrying battle axes, and their bodies were as fierce and imposing as tigers, which were particularly eye-catching. Look at the pace of breath, the least is also the existence of an asura general.

I saw it wandering in the wasteland, with a pair of tiger eyes full of murderous aura, like a monster that chooses people to devour.

Suddenly, a figure came into his eyes from a distance, and without hesitation, the asura jumped up and ran like a figure in a frenzy. The sound of irritable footsteps was like thunder.

But the figure seemed to be thinking about something, and paced forward, oblivious to the footsteps behind him.

The Asura general, when he ran to a place ten feet away from the figure, jumped up, and under the powerful force, the ground kicked and collapsed. The body of the tiger with the back of the bear held a giant axe from the sky, and slashed at the figure meteorite as it fell.

"It's noisy. ”

The figure turned impatiently, and a strong, leaning palm stretched out, gently pinching the iron gate-like axe.

The air instantly froze, and Asura's expression instantly changed from hideous to sluggish, and his eyes flashed as he looked at the iron hoop-like palm holding the giant axe. When he looked up at the man again, his face became flat again, as if he was ready to die.

"The unyielding Asura?"

The man read his expression, a playful smile on his face.

Then he pulled the giant axe with one hand, and with the palm of the other hand, he slashed at the momentum, and a huge head rolled to the ground.

"Asura swore to die because he could be resurrected in the Shura Blood Pool, and you were just a Shura corpse. In this isolated place, there is only a dead end. ”

With a silent kick, he kicked the standing headless corpse to the ground, and then crushed Asura's angry-eyed head, cutting off the last shred of its life.

casually straightened the armor on his shoulder, and turned around to see a sword-eyed, star-eyed, and heroic face in front of his broad back.

"Boss, that's amazing!"

A beastly roar came from afar.

"Where have you been?"

The man turned his head and asked, his face serious and not angry.

"There was a black shadow that looked like a ghost brother, so I went over and took a look. But it's not him, it's a loose cultivator, and I've been dealt with by me. ”

The loud voice whispered.

"Tell me next time. The man didn't care, and turned and walked forward.

Seeing that he didn't blame him too much, the beast-like man snickered and hurriedly followed.

However, after walking a few steps, he hurriedly ran back, and after snatching the giant axe from under the asura, he trotted after him.

If there were a ghoul in the Bone City nearby, they would immediately recognize in amazement that this fierce man who was revolving around the man was the general of the Bone City, and the mighty man was undoubtedly Wu Xingyuan.

Destroying Rock trotted, and the iron-gate-like giant axe in his hand was unusually light in his hand, waving like an arm's fingers.

"Do you see the hell?"

Wu Xingyuan's cold voice sounded.

"Nope. ”

Destroying Yan Yao nodded and said, "I don't know why, I haven't seen him since the Blood Skeleton appeared." ”

Wu Xingyuan bowed silently and stopped talking.

"That 10,000-foot tall blood skeleton is a bit like a hell, so it won't have any connection, right?"

The reckless ruined rock said casually.

"Shut up, that's not something you should think about. ”

Wu Xingyuan suddenly became stern, startling Destruction Yan.

Seeing that the city lord was angry, he didn't dare to ask in detail, but a trace of curiosity flashed in his heart.

Although the two are at odds on the surface, they often meet each other. But they are all love-hate and hearty people. Naturally, they have a similar personality. Although Destroy Rock is simple-minded, he has always regarded Hell as a brother in his heart, far better than the twin demons.

Wu Xingyuan glanced at the ruined rock and turned his head sideways. He naturally knew what Destroying Rock was thinking, but he had a much more long-term vision than Destroying Rock. Some things are not meant to be simple.

The universe is the board, and the stars are the chess.

It's not enough to be a pawn, but it's a lucky thing.

.........

In the midst of the boundless darkness, when will the light come to the foremost, or is the light really the only destination?

After Chu You inherited a trace of Shura blood, he began the path of cultivation, and continued to temper his body bloodline, determined to become a real Asura one day.

And since then, it has also kicked off the prelude to the thousand-year-old conquest of his boundless blood land.

Chaoyang boy, ambitious. Time flies, the black flying rabbit goes, and in a blink of an eye, it is a thousand years of time.

The former young man surnamed Chu has now also cultivated to a great success and has become a god of war general who commands hundreds of millions of Shura military horses.

And over the years, his life and death have been countless tribulations. Every time a bloody rebirth comes out of the pool of blood, it carries endless anger and monstrous war intent. Each time you are reborn, you will gain more powerful power and throw yourself into the more tragic Blood Sea Sword Mountain.

Between rebirth and slaughter, there is a back-and-forth.

Over the years, he has led the Asura army countless times to tear apart in the Heavenly Dao. Repeating the hatred that has been passed down from generation to generation, pouring out endless anger.....

But after a year, he found that he was only accompanied by complete loneliness. Time is always like flowing water, drawing knives and water, sighing and empty.

He couldn't remember how many years he had spent and how many immortal heads had died under the knife. I don't remember how many legendary characters I have beheaded and how many Xianfu cities I have captured.

Silently sat down on the ruins of the Broken Heavenly Palace, looked around at the ruins, and sighed and looked back on his past.

After a long time, he sighed and hated: "What is Shura, what is the way of heaven." ”

The voice of the sigh was fierce and pathetic, and the heart of the heart was suddenly broken. In an instant, wrinkles climbed up the face, and strands of white hair replaced green silk. Looking down at the water beneath your feet, a familiar face was rapidly aging.

Soon after, there was only one lonely old man left on the broken wall under the remnant sun.

.......

In the haze, Chu You gently opened his eyes.

Look around, but it's not a ruin. It's a mess of broken copper and iron. Looking up slightly, in the distance was the back of a sitting fat ghost.

"Another damn dream!"

Chu You slammed the ground.

The dream just now was too real and too hypocritical. It seems like a thousand years have passed, and it seems like a moment.

For some reason, since I came to this world, I have been dreaming a lot. He doesn't like to dream that much, and every time he dreams are unpleasant.

But sometimes, dreams are not simply a blend of scenes, but more like reflections on reality.

Twice I felt the picture of the death of the fighting spirit, I don't know if I was warning myself. But he had no way out, thinking back to the words in the mouth of the head of the underworld, Chu You was sure that he would face an unknown disaster in the future.

A thousand years is extremely short, and I am afraid that even if the fighting spirit dies and the catastrophe is gone, I will have to take this road.