Legend of the Asura

The sky suddenly changed its face: “The tread beads that the first emperor gave me are gone! ”

“If it's gone, it's gone. Can you steal what he's capable of? Do you expect to cross the Far North in your lifetime?” Heavenly Wars is silent.

Tian Fang thought about it and finally put up with it. Now that you have chosen to become a new mentor, you are doomed to die in the Emperor City of Tianlong.

Besides... is the land of the earth a place where people go?

The Fire God's Capital, which has been separated by volcanoes of death for thousands of years, has been passed through many different ways every year, but there is no other way to connect with a land country separated from the desert except to receive a faint magic message from that very powerful earthly magic. Thousands of years to get there, never!

So is the city of Thunder in the West. The Thunder Sanctuary there is a sanctuary for all - unless someone is completely immune to lightning.

But is that possible?

Only powerful warcraft above the divine level and monsters in special circumstances are fully immune to certain properties. No human being has been able to fully immunize a property. Otherwise, he would be utterly rebellious.

“Hi! I think the red one suits you better...”

“Hello little sister, you can actually be sexier. ”

“... Tsk, your butt is really round and curly, just your chest is flat...”

The wind whistled, no heart and lungs wantonly mocked the back and forth of the palace girl, and hurried away with these little girls who had rarely seen the world speak of blushing.

“Your Majesty, Heavenly Dragon sent Lord Wind and Soul to meet you...” said the maid Xiaoyue respectfully.

“Wind soul... that bastard, give me the club... forget it, let him in.” Queen Mizuki suppressed her anger because she had so much to ask.

“Hello.” The wind protruded from behind Xiaoyue.

Queen Mizuki is not well now!

“Wind soul, do you know about the peacock?” The water moon glanced like ice, looking straight into his eyes.

“Yes, now almost everyone on the continent knows.” The wind whispered.

“This isn't about you!” Mizuki's eyes flashed a hint of cold.

“About me?” The wind flashed with an exaggerated expression: "Your Majesty, did you not think I had slaughtered the peacock? ”

“Does it have nothing to do with you?” Seeing the look on the face of the wind, Mizuki's eyes became suspicious.

“No way? Do you really think I have that strength?” The wind's gaze at Watermoon more or less brings with it the sense of idiocy.

Surprised and overwhelmed, his heart was beating.

Because he felt a gaze at him somewhere. Intuition told him it was a force he could never resist.

Princess Mizuki stared at him for half a day and finally retracted her gaze: "I hope you're not lying to me. Tell me what you want. ”

The wind was so quiet that the little girl had been gone for a few days, not only was she cooler, but she was also much stronger. Then he cleared his voice: “I hope to go through the Great Dragon Festival of the Palace and look for something called the Sacred Water of Chaos. ”

“Sacred water of chaos?” Mizuki meditated again and didn't lift her head: “Go back and I'll have someone check it out for you. ”

“But I want to be myself...”

“Brother Wind, let's go! ”

When the wind stood still, he shut his mouth and pulled out a red letter and threw it to Queen Mizuki: “This is the letter the Flaming Emperor asked me to bring you... so be it, bye! ”

At first, I thought about a couple of tricks, all of which didn't have a chance. Because of his absolute trust in Xuan Waner.

“Wan 'er, what do you see?” Out of the royal study, the wind hurried and asked.

“Golden Dragon! Right under your feet! As soon as you do something extraordinary, it'll come out and kill you! ”

Golden Dragon? The Golden Dragon of the Three Great Super Beasts of the Dragon Nation!

“What the fuck?” The wind is sweating cold. He remembers the previous Emperor Tianlong mentioning that he knew where the Golden Dragon was, turns out to be inside the palace.

This moon is too harsh. I just made fun of her a few times. Fugitive student suddenly felt so grieved, a depressed face, finally bite his teeth hard, down the line!

The royal study, a golden figure, ranged from blurred to clear until a middle-aged man appeared. Two meters tall and full of masculinity, his body is surrounded by a faint layer of gold, and none of his hair or eyebrows are golden.

“Uncle Huang!” In front of this majestic and gentle Uncle Huang, Mizuki completely let go of his cold and majestic disguise and leapt forward to him.

Uncle Huang did not show the love of his face as before. Instead, he locked his eyebrows and seemed to be thinking of something elusive.

“What's wrong with you, Uncle Wong?” Mizuki noticed something different about him and asked curiously.

“That man, I can't see through!” He sighed softly.

Queen Mizuki raised her head in surprise, someone who could make him say such a thing...

“My soul strength cannot penetrate half of his body… and from his exodus, although his ability is weak, there seem to be four powerful and mysterious forces hidden in his body, powerful enough to make me tremble!” The golden dragon is finished and caught in contemplation.

The Queen of the Moon was shocked. Uncle Huang in front of him is the supreme being besides the Five Holy Beasts, but he made this assessment to that man...

Father's guess, is it all true? This guy called Wind Soul, is he really going to reach a shocking height?

The wind lay in bed, silently contemplating...

Double-headed phantom wolf, bright dragon, dark dragon, golden dragon, golden wing phoenix, fantasy seven colored butterfly, ten super beasts one extinct, two invisible, one protecting the Heavenly Dragon palace, two turned into pets, the remaining four, how will it appear?

Looking forward to it.

……

A week passed quietly. Seven days, enough for a lot to happen.

Four building tokens were taken successively, and competition grew stronger as the rankings of gangs decreased. The last building token is a shooting of a tall price - 12 million gold coins!

More than a hundred pieces of gold equipment were also bid wildly and stolen from the sky.

The level of competition among the top spirits and fairies in the entire Round is even more appalling.

It doesn't really matter how much money the lunatics have earned together, what's important is that such an amazing amount of pen makes him and “The World of Wind” fame like day and day, nobody can shake it anymore. Almost everyone knows the name of the madman, everyone wants to knock the madman out, countless people come to ship or photograph all kinds of goods and equipment every day, even the powerful gang boss is humble in front of him, no one wants to offend him. Because good equipment is an important factor in the gang's strength, it's a little difficult to buy premium equipment in case he gets convicted one day.

It has to be said that the consignment or commissioning fees offered by lunatics are high, but they are still in the city every day. Because "in the wind" is not a well-deserved number one, whether it's fame, prestige, strength, or location. Otherwise, it is estimated that other stores and auction houses will not have to live unless it is because the storefront is really small and the madman has strict control over quantity and quality.

With assurances of “wind and earth” strength and prestige, “wind and earth” wineries are hard to hope for, and the upper, middle and lower floors are almost full day after day, with daily profits increasing at an alarming rate. Especially on the third floor, in an effort to compete for a limited number of luxury suites, gang wars were almost fomented several times. One of the important reasons for this is naturally Liu Qinger, the first female cook goddess of Jinghua who sees cooking skills like life.

Countless people with powerful intelligence networks are trying to find out what happened to this lunatic, without exception, and they have only one result: it seems that this person came out of nowhere.

Indeed, no one can trace his whereabouts. Because he's a man who came back from hell, who was, is dead, completely dead.

And no one can imagine that, apart from the madman, the glory of "The World of Wind” is only sustained by one man!

Crazy people today, running like a machine every day, plan for greater space for development. He needs money, he needs lots and lots of money, and then he can use his means to unleash the hatred in his heart.