Human Shackles

Between the clouds in the sky, more than a dozen dark-colored flying boats floated out of thin air. The decks of the flying boats were filled with Asura tribesmen, each looking warily at the mountains shrouded in mist in front of them.

Compared with Pantheon's star battleships, which are full of technology, these spaceships are extremely crude. They look like they have directly hollowed out the core of some kind of big tree. They are heavy in the head and empty in the belly, and the whole is in the shape of an arrow.

The flying boat has no power system or weapon system, only rows of giant crossbows.

Don't underestimate these simple things. They are all driven by human power. The more powerful the human power is, the more powerful they can be. Human power can be amplified by spiritual will, which is something that machines do not have.

The men of the Asura tribe are generally extremely ugly, while the women are beautiful and delicate. The Asura tribesmen on the flying boat either have crooked mouths and slanted eyes, or have sharp mouths and monkey cheeks, or have kite-shouldered jackal eyes, or black-faced swans. In short, they all look like three-dimensional human beings. Like evil spirits.

Without exception, they all have three pairs of arms, and their half-naked bodies are covered with purple tattoos. Some are flowers, birds, insects, fish, some are lava and fire, and some are weird grimaces, primitive and wild.

Asura is also called "Naifei Tian", which means like heaven but not heaven. Although he has merit, he is arrogant and persistent. Although he has been taught by various teachings, his heart is unmoved. Although he has heard the way of heaven, , but cannot achieve enlightenment.

In other words, Asuras are not taught by saints, nor do they accept all scientific and technological and physical knowledge. They prevent the penetration of all external ideas and have maintained a constant and unique primitive tribal life for countless epochs.

Such a race should have been eliminated in the long river of civilization early, but the fact is exactly the opposite. They have always remained strong. With a single tribe monopolizing one of the six realms of beings and belonging to the high-level path of gods and demons, they have only accumulated a lot of blessings. Only virtuous creatures will be lucky enough to be reincarnated into the Asura clan and gain bloodline awakening.

Asuras are irritable and aggressive, brave and good at fighting, and they challenge the cosmic order established by the gods all year round. However, this race does not accept education and integration, nor does it accept strong pressure. It is like an invincible Xiaoqiang. No matter how suppressed, it can never be wiped out.

Fortunately, this kind of race of gods and demons is limited by the laws of heaven. The more they grow, the more difficult it is to reproduce. The gods will exile them to the earth and let them fend for themselves. But one day, they will fight for thirty-three days again. .

In the era when the Heavenly Gate was closed, the Shura clan finally gained a certain space for growth and became the most powerful force in the world that cannot be ignored.

Although they do not have those technological weapons that can destroy the world at every turn, they do have a brave heart.

Their fighting method is very simple, just two words - damage. Whether they cause damage to the enemy or suffer damage to themselves, they will quickly accumulate anger, thus stimulating the body's fighting potential.

A large number of Shura tribesmen jumped off the flying boats in rows and advanced into the mist. In the mist were countless evil ghosts kept in captivity by the underworld, including formless ghosts and powerful skeleton warriors, mixed with bull-headed and horse-faced creatures. Wait for the Yin soldiers.

Because of the suppression of the fog on itself, the advance speed was extremely slow at first. However, as casualties began to appear, the Asura tribe's strength began to increase exponentially, as if they had been beaten to death. Gradually, a single Shura tribe warrior was able to overwhelm the powerful forces such as the bull-headed horse face and so on. The Yin soldiers were not left behind either.

King Bhimo, one of the eight kings of the Shura clan who was responsible for this war, looked even more strange. He had six eyes in vertical rows on his face, three on each side of his face, and eight arms at the same time. His whole body was misty. The body seems to be evaporating a huge amount of water vapor.

King Bhimo stood on a flying boat in the middle, overlooking the battle below. The six eyes on his face were shining with black light, as if he could see everything that happened in the Aobing Mountains through the miasma.

In fact, the Shura clan has not fought externally for nearly ten thousand years, and war is difficult to stop once it arises.

King Bhima was worried about the future and also a little excited.

What is worrying is the uncertainty of the future, what is surging is that the long-quiet fighting spirit in the body is beginning to stir again, and fighting is the fastest way for the Asura clan to advance!

"Brother Bima, long time no see."

Bhimo withdrew his mind and looked at the heavy fog in front of him. Standing in it was a man who looked like a woman. He had a beautiful female face, but his body was that of a strong man. He was holding a black wooden staff.

Bhimo was a little surprised: "It turns out that this time it's you who is in charge."

"Yes, I have to come."

The male-female person in the mist first sighed, then smiled slightly, and said: "The last time I communicated with Brother Bima was at the abyss event ten thousand years ago. When we meet old friends, why don't we go and have a drink together? I don't have any." To think that there is a great brewing master here, Brother Bima must taste his craftsmanship."

Bhimo did not refuse the invitation, explained it to his subordinates, and then he and the other party disappeared into the mist.

Although the world is vast and infinite, there are not many people who can advance to the level of virtualization. Every once in a while, existences at the level of virtualization will hold an exchange conference.

This exchange meeting is called the Abyss Gathering. It is not limited to species, categories, and friend or foe. It is organized by the Abyss Temple, the oldest religious organization in the world. Therefore, except for those who have newly advanced in these ten thousand years, most of them are in the Void Realm. The gods all know each other.

This male-female person is one of the three great judges of the Yin Division. He is the oldest god of void transformation. He has reached the eighth level of transformation and is only one step away from the complete combination of void refining and Taoism.

Ancientness means old age and twilight. Although the elderly will inevitably enter a period of decline, there are some beings that can significantly delay aging.

The Yin Division is different from other forces. It is an orthodox administrative organization controlled by the heaven. All managers in it, from the smallest jailer, to the middle judge jailer, to the largest director, all have divine status.

Although this divine book is the lowest level, it has a powerful effect. Daluo Tianggong can control the three realms and six realms because they are the makers of the rules of heaven and earth. Once they obtain the divine book, they will be forgiven by the rules of heaven and earth. , will greatly extend lifespan and delay aging.

Bai Meng is a judge with divine status. An ancient god with an administrative level like him can usually intervene in the rules and touch the abilities that only those in the Hedao realm can have. It is very scary. Although Bima is the eighth king of the Shura tribe, One, but there is no guarantee of victory.

Baimen held the staff in front and led the way. He waved the staff from time to time, and the miasma surrounding the two people was dispelled and a path was opened.

Soon the two came to a small lake and climbed up to a loft next to the lake. Baimen waved his staff again, and a crack opened in the void. He shouted towards the crack: "Xiao Fangzi, come on." A pot of wine of the dead.”

"Again."

There was a faint grunt, and after a while, a young man walked out of the crack holding two bottles of wine. After putting down the wine bottle, he turned back to the crack and looked for the book garden www. zhaosｈhuyuａ.com Then the gap gradually closed.

Bhimo secretly feared that the ability to easily create a stable space transmission channel was simply beyond the reach of human beings. Generally speaking, only machines with powerful energy and long-term stability could achieve this.

"Brother Bimo, try this wine. It is no less than fairy wine. Speaking of which, I was lucky enough to drink a cup of real fairy wine in my early years. It is really hard to describe. In short, it is extremely wonderful."

Baimeng talked arrogantly, while Bhimo drank the wine in silence. With his Shura clan's physique, he naturally had no pressure to control the power of this kind of wine, and soon the two bottles of wine were finished.

"Little Fangzi..."

Baimeng was about to shout again, but Bimmo waved his hand to stop him: "Okay, I've drank the wine, you don't want to drag me around all the time."

Baimeng smiled, shook his head and said: "Haha, of course not, we will lose this battle. I just hope that Brother Bim can wait a little longer. It won't take long, just a quarter of an hour."

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