Legend of the Asura

Eventually, the wind was dragged by Tianxiu to Tianlong Palace.

“Neither white hair nor white tiger. Looks like this Hurofe Pescuro!” The mystery of Tian Shield's face.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh ”

“Since he's from another world, we'll always have a chance to see him, you old bastards! ”

……

In Tianlong Imperial City square, three minutes after the wind escaped, a red-haired man with a giant sword slowly came...

“Hate God, transfer, soldier! ”

The icy voice quickly calmed down several exciting transition mentors, turning back to find out when a red-haired man had stood behind him.

Hate to stand there quietly, scattered with an irrecoverable sense of killing, the intensity of the momentum, a few old men are also secretly surprised!

Who's this guy? Several old men came up with this idea at the same time.

“Are you?” asked Tianxian calmly.

“Hate God, transfer, soldier!” Hate day seems reluctant to say one more word and the sound is cold and bland.

“Oh, I am the warrior transition mentor, your momentum shows that you can definitely be a powerful warrior, you... ah... you... what sword do you have in your hand?” The sound of heaven's war trembled when his gaze glimpsed the sword that hated heaven and dragged it to the ground.

Sky Shield, Sky Bow, Sky Spike, Tian Fang also notice at this time hating the sword in the hand of heaven, with a shocking expression on his face.

“Hate heaven, transfer, soldier, please hurry.” Hate frowning.

“… OK, please sign your name here…”

……

After the transfer, he walked to the south side of the Imperial City without a word, leaving behind a group of face-to-face old men.

“Is that sword...”

“Yes, the sword of the slayer - Yellow Springs of the End, that man… is the one who inherited the power of the slayer! ”

“Full of resentful names and resentful breath, he must be a man returning from purgatory...”

“There are so many surprises for us from different worlds. ”

The Tianlong Palace has some of the flavours of the Forbidden City. It is magnificent and dazzling. It is full of luxury and luxury. It also has a strong royal dignity. A team of palace ladies and guards continue to interpret it, giving people a sense of crossing into the ancient palace.

But what surprised the wind was that neither the guard nor the patrol guard seemed to see him like Tianshu, leaving them to enter the heavily guarded inner city, neither stopping nor coming up to greet them, even without moving their eyeballs.

“Is the palace free to go in and out?” The wind asked with confusion.

“You fart!” Heavenly Shu, you are an idiot's eye, “if you say what you need these guards for, we can be so casual because we are Shuro! Understood?”

“Oh, Shura's so powerful? You can't go anywhere! ”

“Of course not, if that's what the Emperor wants, Shura can enter the palace at will, without interrogation or obstruction, but never do anything special, otherwise a bunch of guards will come and get you right away! These knives are not a front. They can kill you in seconds! ”

“Okay, here we are. This is the Tianlong Hall. It's noon time. Let's go inside. ”

Dragon Hall!

The first thing that shows up in the wind is a plaque made of yellow glass tiles: the Tianlong Palace! The majestic and solemn atmosphere made the wind faint for a moment, but before it could see the full picture, it had been pulled in by Heaven.

’The space in the palace is far beyond the imagination of the wind. It is more than 100 meters long, more than 30 meters wide and more than 30 meters tall. The interior is luxuriously decorated, with a vermilion square, a dragon throne on the stage, a dragon screen behind it, a dragon gold column on both sides, and a gold dragon on the top of the central algae well with a royal scent.

At this time sitting on the throne of the Dragon Carving is an old man with a purple gold crown, whose dignity and dominance in the kingdom of King's Landing stand out: Emperor Tianlong.

The sudden intrusion of the two men attracted the attention of all the people in the hall, and countless civilian martial arts officials looked at them. Emperor Tianlong suddenly broke into two uninterrupted guests and was about to get angry, but after seeing the people clearly, he took the anger back and put on a helpless face.

“This man is the emperor, he's in a good mood, he's just a little pale!” The wind did not see the emperor's nervousness at all, but rather measured him with great interest. The emperor is nothing but a legend and a name in his contemporary mind. He never saw the emperor's consciousness without experiencing his baptism.

If the wind was just unconscious, the repair was almost at home that day...

“Old Emperor, I brought the first alien human to be transferred. Bring me 100,000 gold coins and I'll leave! ”

Tianxiu's name for the emperor almost let the wind fall on the ground, but he was not surprised by the presence of Wen Wu Baiguan.

The colour, on the contrary, looks strange, even the emperor has a helpless expression, not anger.

“Huh...”

The emperor laughed helplessly, but the gentle laughter shook the wind eardrums some buzzing directly, and the imperial majesty did have some doorways.

“Senior Tianxiu, I haven't seen you for more than 30 years. I didn't expect your appearance to change at all. Your spirit is still fluttering and your voice sounds like Hong Zhong. It's just that I'm afraid this cripple won't last.” The emperor called Tianshu a senior, which surprised the wind a little, "No wonder the old man was such a coward, turns out to be a real character. ”

“Come on, don't tell me it's useless, but hurry up and get the money to be more realistic.” Tianxiu very much ignored the emotion of Emperor Tianlong and said with a single finger, “Noh, this kid is the first person to transfer and the twenty-third generation of Shuro, what you are looking for, maybe he can do it. ”

First transfer? Hulo's heir? Countless glance brushes shifted to the wind, surprised, suspicious, curious. Even though the face is as thick as the walls of the city at this time, there is also some tension, dry cough twice said: “Hello Emperor Tianlong, my name is Feng Soul, professional Shuro! ”

When the wind escaped into the palace, he neither knelt nor knelt, and countless literary martial arts officials were extremely dissatisfied and despised. At this time, hearing him as Shuro, his eyes immediately changed.

“Oh, you're the first human from another world? Sure enough, the hero is a teenager, young to become Shura, this time the demon king will wake up, Tianlong mainland is about to enter into turmoil again, then the war will calm down, and all depend on you warriors of different worlds.” The emperor looked at the wind with admiration. After he finished his speech, his face was flushed and he coughed a few times violently. The little eunuch next to the dragon chair hurried to push his back smoothly.

Demon King? With a shock, he wonders if the Demon King in the mouth of Emperor Tianlong and Xuan Waner are the same person.