Legend of the Asura

Moreover, the Kunlun mirror was also on itself, but was accidentally destroyed by the Battle Star. With his fourth figure, Shennong Ding was there, and Volkswagen automatically recognized Yao as the Lord. The Pangu Axe, which had been lost in the Great War of God, appeared in the mysterious and powerful hands of the "slaughterhouse". By all accounts, the only ancient artifacts that have not appeared in this world are the Girl's Stone, which can be resurrected from the dead, as well as the first ranked Eastern Emperor's Bell lost in the Devil's War and the Moon Swapping Tower.

He's just not interested in thinking about it anymore. He slowly walked in front of him in white, reaching out to him with his right hand: "If you lose, give it to me. ”

Unexpectedly, he had not been led to the place where the female stone was placed as he had imagined. As if he had not heard what the wind was saying, he looked at him with a dead-water gaze for a moment and slowed down: “Do you know the Eastern Emperor's bell? ”

“The Eastern Emperor's Bell, the head of the top ten artifacts in the East, is said to be powerful because it allows people to travel freely between the world and the heavenly realm, so it is called the Gate of the heavenly realm.” The wind returned with impunity.

“The Gate of Heaven...” He shook his head slowly in white, revealing an obvious loneliness on his face: “To go to Heaven, why the Eastern Emperor's Bell? If the Eastern Emperor Bell can only be used as the gateway to the heavens, how can it be used as the head of the ten great artifacts? ”

“You're right.” The wind nods its head with impunity, "it must have an unknown and powerful power. Perhaps it is more powerful than humankind can imagine, and that is why it is unknown. At least... it will be stronger than Xuan. ”

“Yes, it ranks well above the other nine holy objects, although it ranks them among the top ten. ”

“Super holy?” The wind frowned.

“No!” shook his head in white and said calmly and calmly, "is beyond the superholy - heavenly holy! ”

“Holy class?” The wind is slightly faint, a noun he has never heard of, nor can he understand the power it represents. Perhaps this power can only be interpreted by the Eastern Emperor himself.

“Why are you telling me this? ”

Killing the gods is cold and heartless, with little words, and will never say a word of crap. He took the initiative to bring up the Eastern Emperor's Bell, and it certainly had its purpose.

To the dismay of the wind, there has never been a slight fluctuation in the whites of the expression, and at this point the face is unhappy and bitter. He looked up at the sky and seemed to want to see the world more.

“I hope that one day you will conquer the Eastern Emperor's Bell. ”

Wind: “…”

“The Eastern Emperor's bell is so powerful...” whispered the whisperer, knowing from his expression that he must have seen the strength of the Eastern Emperor's bell and left him indelible memories and shocks. “There has been no recognition of the Lord since the birth of the Eastern Emperor's Bell. Because nobody is strong enough to be the owner of it. ”

“When do you expect me to find the Eastern Emperor's Bell and be strong enough to force it to consider me the dominant one?” The wind swore,

“Perhaps only you can do it. ”

The wind swept away.

He had no idea why he had said that in vain. And by what means does he believe he has the potential to be powerful enough to make the Eastern Emperor's Bell accept the Lord?

“I also hope to have such a day.” The wind smiled indifferently, but there was a hint of hope in his heart.

He nodded white and suddenly had a smile on his face.

Haven't laughed in years, his smile is a bit stiff, but this cold-blooded killer did laugh, it was a smile of relief, as if the shackles carried for countless years had completely dissipated.

“Too many years, I'm tired, countless years of suffering and waiting, I finally waited for you. I was finally defeated by a human being, and totally defeated, and my life's desire has been fulfilled and I can finally let go of this shackled mission. ”

The whispering surprised the wind, as his voice revealed a clear sense of death.

“You want to die? ”

“I should have died many years ago, but fate made me beg to die, not for a thousand years.” Said white-and-forth loneliness.

The wind took a deep breath, but didn't try to convince him of anything. Death is not only horrible, but a relief for those who have nothing but pain to live for. But...

“You haven't given me the Girl Stone yet! ”

Raised the sword in his hand in white: "When I'm dead, you can naturally get the female stone. ”

“What?” The wind flashed.

“Brother Wind, he didn't lie to you. ”

The consciousness of the wind sounded Xuanyuan's voice in the sea, slowly explaining to him: "A powerful and strange force forcibly leans the female stone on white, unless she dies in white, the female stone will not disengage. Moreover, white-born consciousness was struck by the power of a very powerful soul, and he could not even commit suicide until he was truly defeated. ”

How dare you!

Strong power, tough means, thoughtful thoughts! Someone who can manipulate White Fate so much... is it really her?!

Sigh and the wind turns around.

God-killing, which is a powerful, glorious name in the hearts and minds of the world, carries an extremely powerful deterrent and shocking name. But who truly knows his lonely and sad life and his destiny out of his control?

There was a slight noise behind him, followed by a zero-diffusing sound of the object. The same hard stone carving is scattered into sand and dust by the light wind.

It's the power that manipulates white fate under his body. After he was defeated and finally capable of committing suicide, all he had to do was activate that power and dissipate silently, without any pain, completely into the heavens and the earth, leaving no trace of existence.

Generations of killers are extinguished. Though he died more than 2,000 years later than people knew. But if he were to choose again, he might have preferred to end his life 2,000 years ago.

His desire to be defeated by mankind and to be freed from it. And I beat him with my own strength, which is undoubtedly much greater than killing him with a one-second "holdup”, and gives him a little more confidence. With the full power of Shura, his strength today can easily defeat the Superdivine.

Soon after, the wind will know how right he is to not use the Magnum.

By the time he turned around, there was no longer any white figure, and he was standing in a position where he was lying quietly in a colorful and dim light, with irregular rocks the size of his fist.

The wind picked it up carefully, looked at it, and held it firmly in his arms, tears constantly slipping from the corner of his eyes, no matter how hard he tried.

This is the second time he has wept since growing up. For the first time... his yawn left him. And this time… he embraced the female stone, all sorrow and thoughts as if to find a vent, as tears came out, unable to stop.

A small pair of snowball-like hands patted on his face, gently wiping away his tears.

“Brother, why are you crying... Gaia, I'm so sorry. ”

Her star-like eyes sparkled with water, beautiful and pitiful.

“Because… I'm so happy. I thought I'd lost her forever... heartbroken and dead. But now I can finally bring her back... finally..."

In front of her, he was not the Shura who shook the world and frightened the wind, but was like a vulnerable child.

“Ha-ha-ha! You son... Ha-ha-ha, I think I see something I shouldn't see! ”

The wind flashed like lightning, while at the same time placing the female stone in the demon pot for the first time, her eyes swiftly swept around to find the source of the sound.

He squeezed Gaia's little hand gently, and Gaia nodded nicely and vanished into white light.

“Who are you!” He asked silently. He was uncontrolled a few seconds ago, and he was already calm and gloomy. Suddenly it was an old majesty with no hostile voice and a familiar feeling. But he didn't dare to take it lightly. Shura's magic sword is already in his hand.

“Oh, Wind Soul, don't you really remember my voice? ”

The wind was still frowning, and he was sure he'd heard it. With such momentum, few people call their souls directly, but he still can't remember for a while.

“Ding! Your ride 'Purple Eyed Cloud Tiger' requests disengagement from the mounting space, is that allowed? ”

The tone made the wind go away and suddenly his face changed slightly, shouting: “You are a white tiger! ”

The windy white appeared beside the wind, shouting softly over the sky, shaking the space slightly.

The disappearance of the forbidden area of the Thunder God also means that the White Tiger is dead, so he did not think to the White Tiger of the owner of the sound. But Xiaobai's reaction made him suddenly awake. Naturally, only a white tiger can make Xiaobai react in such a way that it saves his life when it is born.

“You're not dead?” The wind swept a few eyes over the sky, wondering why the white tiger did not show up to meet, why it appeared here and why it appeared.

“No… I'm dead. ”

White whimpered softly and felt his sad emotions. The wind patted him gently on the tiger's back and comforted him. All over Tianlong, besides himself, Xiaobai also has deep feelings for Bai Tiger. It's a kind of half-faith like an adoptive father's son.

A person or beast with the power of a very powerful soul can temporarily retain a soul for a certain period of time after physical destruction with certain special abilities, such as the arrogance entrusted by the soul to the Heavenly War will after death, or the half-birth of Rocca by integrating the soul into Shura's equipment. Therefore, he was not too surprised by the dead soul of White Tiger.

“Who killed you? Who has the power to kill you? ”

The White Tiger, one of the four holy beasts of Tianlong, is a holy class standing at the apex of Tianlong mainland. It's almost impossible to beat it, let alone kill it.