War God Asura

That's Ying Xianzi's wish, he must help fulfill it, the Demon Race owes Ying Xianzi's debt, and he wants to help collect it.

Seeing that Fairy Ying was fine, Xing Jue went to Yicheng with the Demon Emperor.

Although the distance of Yicheng is far away, with the demon emperor's means, it is as if it is close at hand, and the breathing room has been reached.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Xing Jue's eyes was a magnificent square, made of azure blue gems, and flickering spells spread all over the place. This was a big formation.

But compared to the square at his feet, it was the people gathered in the square that attracted Xing Jue's eye more.

After soul induction, Xing Jue discovered that here, there are more than a thousand Asura war emperors, and there are actually 6 asura war sages.

Among the 6 people, the Immortal Emperor and the old monster who had previously fought against the Immortal Emperor were included.

The broken arm of the old monster has regrown, and the vigorous appearance seems to have not been affected at all, enough to show that the king of grass is not simple.

In addition to the demon emperor and the old monster, there are four Asura war sages, Xing Jue is the first time he has seen them, none of them belong to the ancient eight races, they are more like strange people in the sanctuary.

After all, in the sanctuary, the ancient eight races did not represent everything, and there were still many strong people, but they were relatively low-key and unknown.

At this moment, there are three men and one woman, each occupying one side. There is not much difference between the three men. They are nothing more than elderly people, but they exude fearful majesty.

The old lady is quite eye-catching. Don't look at the old lady's wrinkles, but she wears heavy makeup. If you want to describe her in one word, a monster is the most suitable.

In terms of appearance, the old lady was definitely more terrifying than the King of Immortal Grass, but her breath was slightly weaker.

Generally speaking, among the six Asura war sages, the Demon Emperor is even better, and this is a good thing for Xing Jue.

After all, everyone here wants to win the Lingwang Blade, and the one who has the most hope to win the Lingwang Blade is undoubtedly these six Asura Battle Saints.

If strength is the key to winning that Lingwang Blade, then obviously the Demon Emperor has the most hope. For Xing Jue, this is naturally a good thing.

Probably, the people present also thought of this, so when the Demon Emperor and Xing Jue appeared, except for the other five Asura Battle Saints, everyone nodded to the Demon Emperor in good faith.

Even the gaze that they looked at Xing Jue had some respect. Of course, this respect was not because of Xing Jue's strength, but because of the relationship between Xing Jue and Demon Emperor.

"Everyone has been waiting."

Just as Xing Jue was observing the situation in front of him, a woman's voice suddenly came from the air.

Looking fixedly, there were nearly a hundred people, neatly lined up slowly from the air, and this was the person of the Wing Clan.

Everyone has an old age for thousands of years, but each one maintains a youthful appearance, and his cultivation is even at the level of the high-ranking Asura war emperor.