Reborn 80,000 Years

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of 80,000 years of rebirth!On the other side, when Yang Chen, Pozhi and Lie Jinyan were still near the Jingling Mountain area, everyone in the Bluestone Ancient Temple finally ushered in the worst news.

"King! It's not good! The Killing Star Sword King Pavilion has fallen, and the emptiness has already been attacked by the heavens!"

"So fast!"

Outside the hall, a strong bone human race suddenly stumbled into the hall.

He was extremely fast, but very unstable. As soon as he entered the hall, he directly hit the thick pillar, and then crashed to the ground.

Someone reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to investigate the situation, only to hear such a shout from the strong bone human race, and immediately lost consciousness.

"This! Has the Wang Xuanjun of the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion been completely wiped out?"

Pi Luotian said in astonishment.

Before anyone could respond, She Luo Qiantuo frowned and said:

"Impossible? The strength of Wang Xuanjun is well known. It is already the most elite army that our Asura clan can build. Even if there are tens of thousands of heavenly people, relying on Wang Xuanjun's strength to be ten, it is enough to delay a period of time—"

"king!"

"He still has a letter!"

Suddenly someone yelled at Lu Qiantuo.

This immediately caught his attention.

"Bring it!"

She Luoqian stepped out and jumped to the side of the strong bone human race with one step.

The bone human race was born as a skeleton, but there is still a complete soul condensed on the body.

Therefore, no matter when, they are extremely good shield soldiers.

As long as there is no mental shock that is strong enough to a certain degree, they can withstand almost all physical attacks.

But now, the spirit of this strong bone human race can be almost broken, and even Lao Qiantuo dare not neglect the situation that is about to fall apart.

With a flick of his finger, a blood stream shot from between his fingers.

Then it turned into an extremely dense silk thread, the red silk thread seemed to have gained life in front of everyone, and it quickly entangled towards the bone man.

In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his body around it.

"The letter is submitted, I have saved his soul, go to the patriarch of their bone human race, and leave it to him to repair the soul!"

The Shura tribe, who was staring blankly at the foreground, heard the instructions from Sheluo Qiantuo, and finally made a move.

A letter completely sealed by aura was presented by him.

She Luoqian swept away the spiritual thoughts on the paper, and his eyes quickly swept across the paper.

Under everyone’s attention, She Luo Qiantuo changed from the original anxiety to shock, and even doubts——

"How can this be?"

"Wang! What happened! What happened to Wang Xuanjun?"

Piluotian also leaned in anxiously, wanting to ask Sheluoqian what was written in the letter.

But she only heard She Luoqian muttering:

"Ten gods?"

"Is this just the vanguard army of heaven and man?"

——

And just one day ago, Killing Star Sword King Pavilion.

Because the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion is located in a place of nothingness, it is common for Asuras to enter the land of nothingness without authorization, most of them are dead or not.

Even the strong of the Asura clan cannot live long in this region that is not shrouded by the will of Asura.

But the particularity of the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion naturally does not need to be said. As the only place that can communicate between the heavens and humans and the Shura Dao, since the Shura bloody battle 80,000 years ago, there have been strong Shura people taking turns here. Stationed.

The purpose is of course to repair the barriers above the two communication channels.

But there is no way for the strong of the Shura clan to always be stationed in the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion.

After all, the stronger the strength, the greater the responsibility. All races in the Asura world need their own strong people to be stationed in the clan, and people will naturally feel resentment over time.

Wang Xuanjun was an army born under such circumstances.

They are all composed of veterans of the Asura bloody battle. They take turns in five years. The permanent troops are selected from all races, but they swore allegiance to the four thrones, so there will be no disputes between the various races. .

Wang Xuanjun consists of four teams whose numbers are controlled at about 3,000.

Every five years is a cycle, and twenty years is a cycle.

They have guarded the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion for tens of thousands of years.

But after all-the Asura Realm is as large as an entire continent, and three thousand people absolutely cannot take care of every corner of the void.

Not to mention, just a few days ago, such a major event happened in the Shura realm. When King Luohu passed through the void, he was directly killed by the strong celestial man who broke into the lower realm. The biggest and worst scandal in history has almost caused Wang Xuanjun lost face.

But the death of Wang has already made Liluoqiantuo and others busy.

Therefore, Wang Xuanjun did not get instructions for the next step.

But after all, the army is an army. After the bloody battle, the killing mind passed down from generation to generation by ancestors, Wang Xuanjun is definitely the best in the entire Shura world.

They are the group of people who can best embody the will of the Shura Dao among all the Shura people today.

Driven by the angry flames and the monstrous fighting spirit, an uncertain decision finally led to the birth of the biggest turning point since the opening of this Shura blood battle.

The Battle of Divine Mountain——

The four leaders of Wang Xuanjun planned together to make a dangerous move.

It was staged without the knowledge of She Luo Qiantuo and others.

...

"Guinian, the barrier is loosened to this degree, is it enough?"

"I don't know, but I remember that when we repaired the enchantment, the dilapidated passage was exactly what it is today."

In a concealed place, in front of a cliff that is enough to overlook the whole view of the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion, two strong men with naked torso and sacred beasts all over their bodies are watching the movement in the distance with burning eyes.

The huge vortex in the sky, a black sun, is hovering near a huge hole.

The fiery red sky of the Shura Realm is completely gone here.

There is only one hollow, as if all the light has been absorbed, and even sorrowful whining is constantly heard.

The strong wind blew their bodies, but the two of them remained motionless.

Because this action, or a premeditated ambush, will be an important decision whether their Wang Xuanjun can stand up.

"Guinian commander, Xingwu commander! Bone Human Race Bone Iron See you!"

A heavily armed Shura soldier kneeled on one knee respectfully, conveying military sentiments.

"Bone Human Race? Aren't they the first line of defense north of Liangjie Mountain? What's the matter at this time?"

The scarlet ghost called Gui Nian had anger in his tone.

Wang Xuanjun takes the orders of the kings as the first priority, but if the kings are not there, the four chiefs will be fully responsible for all affairs of the army-even if they are marching toward the heaven and human world.

Soldiers who don't obey orders are what they hate most as commanders.

This is the memory and habit engraved in the bones and blood of this group of Shura who have experienced bloody battles.

No one can break.

"Bring him here, if it is not urgent, he knows how he should be punished."

Gui Nian ordered.

One side looked at the void in the sky again.

Somehow, he always had a chill on his back.