War God Asura

This kind of distance is like an invisible barrier that separates the people of Tianwu Continent in this continent, even if they work hard, they cannot break through.

"Could it be that there really is a vision of heaven?"

Looking at the inaccessible sky, Xing Jue can conclude that the change in the sky at this moment is absolutely not man-made, because Xing Jue does not yet feel that in the Tianwu Continent, who can have such a powerful force to change the sky.At this time, Xing Jue couldn't help but think of an ancient legend circulating on the mainland, which was a vision of heaven.

The vision of the sky, the disaster of the earth, this is an ancient legend, a legend that everyone knows in the Tianwu Continent.

According to the legend, as long as there are visions in the sky, it means that there will be continuous devastating disasters on the earth. Although it is unknown where this legend came from, there has not been a vision of the sky in historical records, but it appears at this moment. Indeed, this scene is very close to the vision of that day.

"Forget it, it's a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided."

"If such a legendary natural disaster really exists, I can't resist and stop it, and it's just a legend."

After staring dignifiedly at the sky for a while, Xing Jue suddenly smiled faintly, and after a turn of his figure, he merged into the space again and hurried towards Fenghua Lost City.

Fenghua Lost City, the Asura Palace is located in the headquarters of the towering domain. It is also the place where the most powerful Asura Temple has been assembled. However, today's Fenghua Lost City is empty, revealing a disturbing atmosphere like a dead city. The ecstasy array in the center of Fenghua Lost City is slowly circulating, and an indestructible breath is slowly spreading.

"It seems that Fenghua Lost City has not been attacked."

Suddenly, the space above Fenghua Lost City squirmed, and the tall figure of Xing Jue emerged. Looking at the empty city below Fenghua Lost City, but the building was still intact, Xing Jue showed a relieved smile. Because this at least shows that Fenghua Lost City has not been attacked.

"Who is it, get out of me."

But at this moment, Xing Jue's face changed slightly. At the same time, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the palace behind him with his palm. A violent suction burst out, and the violent suction formed a clear white hurricane. , In a whirlpool shape against Xingjue continuously, and in an instant countless sand and debris are brought up by the violent hurricane, but when those debris is a certain distance away from Xingjue, the coercion of Xingjue will be complete. Shattered.

"Oh, it hurts."

And under the surging of the white hurricane, a delicate figure of a woman also emerged, and this was actually the seventh lady of the Yaolian clan, Yao Xinyan.

"Girl, why are you?"

When he saw that the person who was caught by him was actually Yao Xinyan, Xing Jue hurriedly stopped and shook his figure before he came to Yao Xinyan and supported Yao Xinyan, who was constantly rotating with the hurricane. .