Immortal God Asura

Wake

“How do you do that?” Cai Yi was so excited and excited that he was no less surprised than the others. He knew that Qin Ming's talent was strong, and he knew that he could improve when he got the chance. But I didn't expect to be so strong. Little perverted.

According to his previous expectations, Qin Ming should be able to fight to the end, but also his limits, but he never expected that Mu Zixiu would be wiped out.

"What are you doing?"

"Why did Wuzhongtian waste Qizhongtian?"

"The topic makes the most of it. This is Mu Zixiu."

Cai Yi smiled brightly: "I feel bad for the first time seeing you covered in wounds."

"That's all flesh wounds, no bones."

"How explosive is your King Kong?"

"It's almost five thousand pounds."

Caiyi was stunned, no wonder. "Go back and rest well. I will go to Huyan Zhuozhuo and give you beaded grass. Hehe, I bet three on him, one for ten, and he owes thirty."

"So much? Can he give?" Qin Ming laughed.

Cai Yi blinked and said playfully: "He definitely won't give it, how much will he give."

"You keep. I'll use all three trees. Don't forget that I'm still a servant and can't accept martial arts and spirit grass."

"I said the stakes were made in your name."

Qin Ming did not care much about victory today. When he returned to the warehouse, he closed his retreat, practiced life and death, and absorbed the vitality of life between heaven and earth.

The basic research of Shengshengjie's second paragraph is thorough. Recovery speeds are several times faster than before. More than ten wounds were slowly being healed with the naked eye under the nourishment of the breath of life.

Qi Qing was actually waiting for Mu Zixiu's people to send Lingzhu grass before letting it go. This power moves many people.

Mu Zixiu was half conscious when she left the martial arts field, and her arms were almost impossible to keep.

Although this incident would arouse the discontent of the faction of the elders, you can see Qing Yunzong, no one dares to mess with Qing Qing.

The next morning, Zhang Dong's mixed balls sent out another list, deliberately adding 'numbers'.

After training Qin Ming all night, most of his injuries had recovered, and he lifted up the stone jar to deliver items everywhere.

On the surface, there were no visible injuries, and his appearance was good, his expression was calm, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

He's very calm. The disciples on the street were not calm. This kid really can't fight? Yesterday I was injured like that. After the night, am I born again? There seemed to be no reason not to torture him to death in these eight years, this brat had completely refused!

There were still many disciples on the street who were mocking, but they could clearly feel a little converging. No one gets scolded when delivery is not on time. This boy was not afraid of punishment, was not afraid of crickets, was not afraid of trouble, he was full of meat, and now had strength, even more fear of anything.

Qin Ming was extremely calm, and there was nothing to be proud of. He appreciated the advantages after yesterday's battle and his weaknesses in martial arts.

This is the most valuable.

Five days later, Qin Ming's world broke through again, and he entered Lingwu's sixth level.

The three Lingzhu grass brought by Yun Qing and the five Lingzhu grass brought by Cai Yi from Huyan Zhuozhuo were very helpful. For this breakthrough, six trees were used back and forth, and two trees were left to strengthen the kingdom.

Qin Ming had no leeway, and practiced all the time, the intensity of cultivation like this might not be able to be done by others.However, Qin Ming had life and life, and the continuous gathering of heaven and earth aura could not only make it full of energy and vitality. It also reduces fatigue and remains in top shape at all times. He finally waited for the opportunity in eight years. If he did not perform well, he would regret for himself, but also the city of thunder that waited so hard.

Only when the night was silent did Qin Ming occasionally wonder why no one had come to see me at home this year?

I used to come three times a year, it's been more than half a year this year, why didn't I come?

Will something happen?

When can I go back and see the families and the afflicted city dwellers.

In the middle of the night, Qin Ming was sitting and meditating, consolidating the Sixth Heaven realm, and a subtle hoarse voice emerged from thin air: "Senior ... Save me ..."

The voice was empty, as if very weak, drifting weakly.

Qin Ming got up and looked around, where was his voice? He looked back to the deepest part of the warehouse for the first time.The dark pile was full of sundries, and there were a few people in the quiet night.

"Senior ... I am Donghuang War Clan ..."

"Save me .. Save me ..."

The hoarse voice was intermittent and empty, as if floating out from the warehouse, and as if from a dark room.

"Who are you! Where are you?" Qin Ming frowned and was forced to calm down.

"I'm sorry ... Horri Shura's Knife ..."

"Involuntary "offensive ... I'm too weak ..."

"Save me .. Take me back to Donghuang Heaven ..."

Qin Ming was terrified, and immediately looked to Dan Tian Qi Hai.

Lingwu realm had not been able to 'endoscopy' the meridians, but could feel anomalies within the Dantian.

Shura knife?

Stored with a Shura knife?

The Donghuang war clan?

What and what.

Qin Ming could not understand the situation, and was even more uncertain about the good and evil of the 'voice'. He forced in a calm manner: "What you say should be my master!

"Where is he? Let me see it!" The sound is ringing.

"He has to go."

"Take me to find him, and I have to thank you."

"Who are you? Why is it in my body?" Qin Ming can rest assured now, this voice is the one that emerged from the rock, and is actually hidden in my body.

The voice suddenly disappeared, and Shura's blade was silent.

"What are you doing?"

"Please, get out of my body first."

"The person you want to meet isn't here."

Qin Ming was agitated. Suddenly there was something strange on his body, and anyone would feel uneasy.

The voice was silent for a long time: "At the age of fifteen, the Lingwu Sixth Heaven realm, how your mediocre talent is qualified to become his disciple! Where did you get the sword of Shura and who are you?"

The voice was still weak, but it was no longer an homage from the start, and it gradually became louder.

"What disciple does he need to ask for your opinion?"

"Who is he? What power did he come from? What has he done? Age now! Did you know?" The voice asked continuously.

"I don't know." Qin Ming refused directly.

"I don't know? Why do you have a Shura knife!"

"I not only have the sword of Shura, I also have the sword of Dayan, the ancient sword of Dayan, I have something."

"Who are you?"

"Who cares who I am, and disobediently kills me?" Qin Mingqiang was proud, and his heart actually mentioned his throat and eyes, this strange thing seemed to have a bad temper.

The voice was silent for a long time, and a weak roar suddenly sounded, Shura's blade shook violently, the black fog spread out, and a terrifying aura rolled up, shaking Qin Mingqi with blood.

He hates! He hates!

He felt the breath of Shura's sword and thought that a legendary character was nearby. Thinking about the good relationship between the two ethnic groups, he tried his best to call and fight in any way.

In the end, in order to escape the Eight Misadventures, he ran out of remaining strength and was now extremely weak.

I think it would be better to leave. I can ask the owner of the Shura sword to return to the war clan and return to heaven.

Qin Ming persisted in writhing, letting him vent: "Who are you?"

“Who are you?” The voice was very cold and hostile. He runs out of his last strength and hope, but in exchange for a mediocre puppet, kills the heart.

"I said you didn't believe me, you first talked about who you were."

“Little boy, watch your tone.” The sound was cold.

"Old thing, watch your situation." Qin Ming was polite.

"Junk stuff!"

"Lack of madness in front of me, you broke into my body without my consent, I'm not satisfied with you."

"Little one, if you were me, you'd be dead by now."

"That said, if I were strong, you'd be dead by now."

"Junior is proud and stupid, you deserve to talk to me."

"Isn't that worth it? Please go, hide wherever you like, don't count on me."

Both are louder than one, and one is louder than the other, speaking more and more harshly.

"It's your pleasure to stay in your body."

"Can't stand it, please go! Or, I will look for the elders of Qing Yunzong and ask them to take you out?" Qin Ming basically knew, this thing might be weak, there was no threat, or it would not stimulate him like this There was no point of resistance.

Suddenly, the 'voice' went silent for a long time, and muttered in a sad voice, whispering: "I am a descendant of a war clan, but have fallen here. Wasn't my life destined to return to heaven.

Qin Ming did not speak for a long time, and after a long silence, he suddenly asked, "Where is heaven?"

At first it was a worrisome sentence, but the 'voice' was so pitiful that it was a savage little man who did not even know about heaven. Can I still hope to return?

"Whether you believe it or not, Shura Dao and Dayan Gujian were given to me by an old man. I don't know his identity, origin or relationship to you. I was only with him for eight years. There goes. A gift given before leaving. "Qin Ming felt the need to remind him, just in case of despair, to come together?

'The 'voice' did not respond anymore, sinking into the sword of Shura, it might be considered, or it might be too weak.

Qin Ming called out for a long time, 'voice' ignored.

What to do

Is it hidden in the sword of Shura?

Or meet Elder Yaoshan?

After thinking about it, Qin Ming chose 'Accept' for now. If he did not accept it, there was nothing he could do. He could not tell elder Yaoshan that there was something hidden in my Shura blade.