Asura God

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"How did you do that?" Cai Yi was so excited and excited that she was not less surprised than others. She knew that Qin Ming's talent was strong, and she knew that he could rise when he got a chance. A little bit perverted.

According to previous expectations, Qin Ming should be able to fight to the end, but it is also the limit, but he never expected that Mu Zixiu would be abolished.

"What did you do?"

"Why did Wuzhongtian waste Qizhongtian?"

"Tricks make up the bulk of it. It's Mu Zixiu."

Cai Yi smiled brilliantly: "I don't feel bad for the first time to see you covered with injuries."

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

"How explosive is your King Kong?"

"It's almost five thousand pounds."

Caiyi is stunned, no wonder. "Go back and take a good rest. I'll go to Huyan Zhuozhuo and get you some beaded grass. Hehe, I bet three on him, one for ten, he owes me thirty."

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

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

"You keep it. I'll use those 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 didn't care too much about today's victory. 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. The recovery speed is several times faster than before. More than ten wounds are slowly healed by the naked eye under the nourishment of the breath of life.

Qi Qing really waited for Mu Zixiu's people to send Lingzhu grass before letting him go. This strength moved many people.

Mu Zixiu was half unconscious when he left the performance martial arts field, and his arm was almost impossible to keep.

Although this incident will arouse the dissatisfaction of the elders' factions, you can look at Qing Yunzong. No one dares to mess with Qing Qing.

The next morning, Zhang Dong's mixed ball sent a list again, intentionally adding ‘amount’.

After Qin Ming's training for the whole night, most of his injuries have been recovered, and he raised the stone jar to deliver goods everywhere.

On the surface, no injuries were seen, and his looks were good. His expression was calm, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

He is very calm. The disciples on the road are not calm. This kid really can't fight? Yesterday I was injured like that. After a night, I was born again? It doesn't seem that there is no reason to not torture him to death in these eight years, this boy really resisted!

There are still many disciples on the road who ridicule, but they can obviously feel a little bit convergent. No one scolded when the delivery was not timely. This boy is not afraid of punishment, not afraid of crickets, not afraid of trouble. He is full of hob meat and now has strength, even more afraid of nothing.

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

These are the most precious.

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

The three Lingzhu grasses brought by Yun Qing and the five Lingzhu grasses that Cai Yi forcibly brought from Huyan Zhuozhuo helped a lot. For this breakthrough, six trees were used back and forth, and two trees were left to strengthen the realm.

Qin Ming did not have any slackness, and practiced around the clock. This kind of intensity of cultivation may not be able to be carried by others. However, Qin Ming has a life and a life, and the continuous gathering of heaven and earth aura can not only keep him full of energy and energy, It also relieves fatigue and stays in top shape at all times. He has finally waited for the opportunity in eight years. If he does not perform well, he will be sorry for himself, but also the thunder city that is waiting so hard.

It was only when the night was quiet that Qin Ming occasionally wondered why no one came 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 family and the suffering city dwellers.

In the middle of the night, Qin Ming was sitting and meditating, consolidating the realm of the Sixth Heaven, and an ethereal husky voice appeared out of thin air: "Senior ... Save me ..."

The sound was empty, as if very weak, floating weakly.

Qin Ming woke up and looked around, where's the 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 some people in the silent night.

"Senior ... I'm Donghuang War Clan ..."

"Save me ... save me ..."

The husky voice was intermittent and empty, as if floating out of a warehouse, and as if from a dark space.

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

"Forgive me ... Horri Shura knife ..."

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

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

Qin Ming was frightened, and immediately looked into Dan Tian Qi Hai.

The Lingwu realm is not yet able to 'endoscope' the meridians, but can feel the anomalies in Dantian.

Shura knife?

Stored in Shura knife?

Donghuang war clan?

What and what.

Qin Ming suppressed his emotions and was about to ask, and his voice suddenly sounded weakly again: "No ... no ... your realm ... why ... you ... you are not him?"

Qin Ming couldn't figure out the situation, and was even more uncertain about the good and evil of the ‘voice’. He forced a calm way: “The one you said should be my master!

"Where is he? Let me see him!" The voice rang.

"He has something to leave."

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

"Who the **** are you? Why is it in my body?" Qin Ming can be sure now, this voice is the guy who popped out of the stone, and it is actually hidden in my body.

The sound suddenly disappeared, and the Shura knife was quiet.

"what are you doing?"

"Please come out of my body first."

"The person you want to meet is not here."

Qin Ming was uneasy. Suddenly there was a strange thing in his body, and anyone would feel uncomfortable.

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

The voice was still weak, but it was no longer the respect of the beginning, and gradually became harsher.

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

"Who is he? Which power does he belong to? What has he done? His age now! Do 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 don't only have Shura swords, I also have Dayan swords, Dayan ancient swords, I have something."

"who are you?"

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

The sound was silent for a long time, and a weak roar suddenly sounded, the Shura knife vibrated violently, the black mist was diffused, and the monstrous aura was rolled up, shaking Qin Mingqi with blood.

He hates! He hates it!

He sensed the breath of the Shura sword and thought that the legendary character was nearby. Thinking of the good relationship between the two ethnic groups, he tried his best to summon and struggled at any cost.

In the end, in order to escape the Eight Misfortunes, he exhausted his remaining strength and is now very weak.

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

Qin Ming endured writhing, letting him vent: "Who the **** are you?"

"Who are you?" The voice was very cold and hostile. He exhausted his last strength and hope, but in exchange for a mediocre doll, killing heart.

"I said you didn't believe it, you first talk about who you are."

"Little guy, pay attention to your tone." The voice was cold.

"Old thing, pay attention to your situation." Qin Ming was polite.

"Junk stuff!"

"Less crazy in front of me, you broke into my body without my consent, I haven't settled with you yet."

"Little guy, if you were me, you're dead now."

"That said, if I were strong, you would be dead now."

"A proud and ignorant junior, you deserve to talk to me."

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

The two were louder than one, and one was harder than the other, speaking more and more rudely.

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

"Can't stand it, please leave! Or, I'll look for the elders of Qing Yunzong and ask them to invite you out?" Qin Ming basically knew, this thing may be weak, there is no threat, or it will not stimulate him like this No point of resistance.

Suddenly, the ‘voice’ was silent for a long time, and murmured in a sad, whispering voice: “I am a descendant of the war clan, but have fallen here. Is n’t my life destined to die and return to heaven?”

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

It was originally a sentence of concern, but the ‘voice’ was so sad that it was a barbarous little man who did n’t even know about heaven. Can I still hope to go back?

"Whether you believe it or not, Shura Dao and Dayan Gujian were given to me by an old man. I do n’t know his identity, origin or relationship with you. I have only been with him for eight years. This is him. A gift given before leaving. "Qin Ming felt the need to remind him, in case it desperately desperate, come all together?

The ‘voice’ did n’t respond any more, sinking into the Shura sword, it may be considered, or it may be too weak.

Qin Ming called for a long time, ‘voice’ was ignored.

How to do?

Is it hidden in the Shura sword?

Or meet Elder Yaoshan?

After thinking about it, Qin Ming chose ‘Accept’ for the time being. If he did n’t accept it, there was nothing he could do. He could n’t tell the elder of Yaoshan that something was hidden in my Shura knife.