Legend of the Asura

The wind panicked and the secret was terrible.

“Who!”

Before the wind could escape, one slightly dry voice blew up in his ear, the other woke up by the sound, his eyes looking this way, and then his eyes flashed.

“The strength of these two must be fairy.” The wind helplessly lifted the state of “shadow”, where a man and an animal stood harmlessly against two old men.

Ask the old man of the Spiritual Taoist to look at him dissatisfied and mumble in his mouth: “I said, boy, you can just burst into our mountains under cover. Even your face is covered under cover. Is it possible that you are one of the wanted thieves? ”

His spirit did not become overwhelmed and vigilant by the entry of outsiders, but remained full of inertia, as if it were a grasshopper who had secretly entered.

“Whatever he is, let's keep playing this game. Alas, this day and day, can't pass.” Ask the Daoists to take their eyes off him, too, and lazy to look at him again.

The wind got stunned by their reaction and took a sigh of relief, "I'm disturbing the two seniors, I'm just curious, just take a look, cough, go now. ”

The red light of his hands was still flashing, and as soon as he stepped out of the cabin, the light disappeared in a flash, as if silence had never appeared.

“Is this… is it…" The windswept face cautiously, he thought slightly and stepped back into the cabin. As expected, the light on Shura's reverse scale was once again faint.

Something that makes Shura inversely sensible, is that Shura's gear!

“Kid, what are you doing back here? We're very poor here, nothing good to eat.” Skywalker looked at him and said. They've seen too many people looking for food without a goal. Too many people suffer from illness and hunger in the washed-up city of Thunder God, and even they haven't had a good meal in too long. Fortunately, their monks can rely on their ability to refine the natural energy of the heavens and the earth as a substitute for eating.

The windy "Sky Eye” swept and swept through every corner of the cabin, with a vague voice: “I think this cabin is in an elegant and novel situation, so I want to get more spiritual here. ”

Such an obvious and idiotic ass fool can hear. The two old men stopped birding him and bored to deal with the chess game in front of them.

From the ground to the roof to anything that could be equipped, he didn't get the information he wanted. Finally, his “eye of heaven” rested on the statue in the middle of the cabin, moving violently in his heart.

The evil seal of Shura! The red dot between the statue's forehead is... Gear!

After Huo Luofian and Huo Luo reversed, he finally found the third Huo Luo equipment, some uncontrolled excitement inside, he pressed his heart beat, coughed twice, and drew the attention of two old men: “Two seniors, can we discuss something? ”

“Boy! As we said, there's nothing good to eat here, so why don't you go somewhere else?” Skywalker waved impatiently.

“No, no! I mean,” The Wind means the statue with the face, “give me the red thing on the statue's head, I can swap it for you. ”

“No!” Skywalker didn't even look in the direction of his finger, “Everything here is handed down by our grandmaster, everything is invaluable, nobody will take it away. ”

“Oh!” the spiritual Taoist glanced at the statue and shook his head patiently, explaining: “Are you talking about the artifact called Shura's evil seal? That was found by our grandmaster on the edge of the forbidden area of Thunder God. It is said that it was used by a murderer many years ago. It was embedded in the spiritual statue by our grandmaster to quench the anger. It is definitely a heinous object. And even if you get it, you can't use it. ”

Even the great Shura didn't know!

“I just think it looks good, nothing else.” The wind looks at them and says, "I'll definitely trade you for what you want most. ”

“Son of a bitch, we said no! You're going to run away if you keep whining about your old ways! The words" Emperor "and“ Emperor ”are completely unbridled, and the voice has brought impatient fire.

“Oh… I think you should read my terms of exchange before answering.” The wind didn't mean it. Hey, smile, the figure suddenly disappeared, leaving two old Taoists stunned.

For more than a dozen seconds, the wind returned, but with a few large, white and round things in his hand, he continued to exhale a faint heat.

A smell that almost flew their souls into their noses, they trembled all over their bodies, rubbing their eyes unbelievably, tears pouring down together.

“This is… this is… this smell, this shape, is this…”

“Exactly! This must be the legendary bun! ”

The sound of swallowing saliva was particularly loud in the quiet cabin. The two old men's eyes looked straight at the big white buns in the wind, their eyes were falling off. This is the only food that exists in the legend. They dare not dream!!

Finally, the Sky Daoist couldn't help but rush to the wind at an astonishing speed. His eyes looked at him with pity, and he couldn't help but snatch the bun right away: “Little brother, look... ah! I was wrong, I shouldn't have said I was going to kick my little brother out... look, can we split the bun a little bit? ”

“Absolutely not.” The wind sent his hands forward, "and as long as you promised me to take the cure, these buns were all yours. ”

“All... all for us?” Spiritual Daoist thrilled with a mouthful of saliva and a tear, hurriedly said: "Okay… if you really give us all. Don't tell me it's the cultivation of evil. You can move the statue of the Spirit! ”

The wind was so soft that it almost didn't hold steady. I began to wonder if the phrase "Nobody's going to take Grandmaster's things” was said by this man. He traded the buns to him with generosity, and Skywalker couldn't wait to accept them, then hurried back a few steps, afraid he would regret it.

The two old men were thrilled to scream, holding the legendary large white bun. The wind walked straight towards the statue, reaching out with his right hand, carefully removing the similarly flashing Shiloh evil.

Shu Luo Evil: Artifact, Requirements for Use: Shu Luo Occupation. Originally owned by Rocha, a special fairy headpiece was purified and gradually evolved into the evil imprint of the artifact Shuro by baptizing the blood and murderous breath of 10,000 people.

Effect: +300 Defense, +50% HP, +50% HP Recovery, +30% Power, +30% Health. +20% DMR, -30% DMG, +3% chance of immediate death when attacking.

Skill: Shiloh's Eye: Temporarily destroys enemies' defenses with Shiloh's Evil Power. 30% chance to reduce all enemies' defenses within sight by 100%. When locking a single enemy, the success rate increases to 60%. Duration: 3 sec., Magic consumption: 300. Skill cooldown: 10 sec.

Guardian of the Evil Print: Protects the head from damage with the help of Shura. After starting, all attacks hit at the top are nullified for 1 minute, consuming Magic 100, and cooling skill for 30 minutes.

Windy hands tremble slightly, this red dot is actually... headwear! And it deserves the name of Shura artifact, so powerful!

The wind can't wait to rip off the Tianshui Spirit Belt and put Shura's evil imprint on the equipment. Without the restraint of the headband, his hair was not too long and he sprinkled wildly, hiding a red feather in it. The manicure-sized Shiloh evil was embedded between his forehead, clearly printing a bloody dot on the surface of Shiloh Fantasy as if it had penetrated through.

Every time he gets a Shura artifact, his character doubles and gets Shura Evil. His basic attack power rises from 5991 to 7198, and his life is even closer to 50,000.

Strength, again greatly raised a step. He began to look more forcefully at how powerful it would be to assemble a full set of Shura gear.

And what White Tiger said about "what you need” should be this one!

The wind turned around. The old men were still excited to hold the white buns in their hands and drooled on the ground, but were stunned to put them in their mouths. The wind broke loose and slowly took out a plate of sour and spicy potato silk bought from the Tianlong Imperial City system grocery store... and suddenly there was a smell of oil in the cabin that almost made both old men fly.

“Little... little brother...” Skywalker wanted to give the mysterious but “divinely vast" young man in front of him to kneel down and stare at the potato silk that emitted the smell that made him want to die.

“Cough, don't say much, just answer me a little question and I'll give you all this!” With a false cough, the spirits swallowed back into their stomachs.

The two old men were busy with their promises, and what was steady, what was ancestral, what was totally worthless in front of a plate of potato silk.

“Actually, the question is simple:" The sound of the wind takes seriously: “Do you know who can use the light system of 'angel tears’ to ban it? ”