Legend of the Great Sage

Asura Road, Cangshan is like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

It was originally a red sky, and it was even more drenched like dripping blood, and the clouds were burning, magnificent and magnificent.

It seems that there is never day, only dawn and dusk.

Died in the sunset, resurrected in the rising sun, only the blood solidified.

It is a person who lives under the blue sky and white clouds, and it is difficult to understand the tragic and majestic.

Bang-bang-bang!

The earth shook, the mountains trembled, and a giant walked forward with heavy steps, carrying a palace like a hill on his back.

The palace stands tall with white towers and golden domes, scattered with courtyards and corridors, dyed bright red by the rays of the sun, like a splendid temple.

It is also more qualified to be called a "shrine" than most of the temples in the world. Compared with those stone and clay sculptures, there lives a living Asura fighting god.

Deep in the courtyard, a middle-aged man leisurely reclined on a lounge chair and enjoyed singing and dancing.

There was only one singer, a sari on her body and a veil on her face. On her bright jade-like forehead, there was a sharp white horn on her forehead.

She dances gracefully, like a bird flying in the wind, a peacock offering its feathers. The song is mournful and moving, like a thread, if there is or not, it is intoxicating, turning this courtyard into a secret forest in the forest.

The sound of the fighting in the distant battlefield spread here, and it was also diluted by the singing, becoming a trivial foil.

The man's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he was ecstatic when he heard it.

An agile figure suddenly jumped out of the void, but it was an Asura emperor. He immediately knelt on the ground and cupped his hands: "Respect God, that kid still refuses to surrender!"

The killing energy from the battlefield suddenly broke through the silence, and the singer did not stop singing and dancing.

Needham reluctantly opened his dark red eyes: "As expected of Jinnaruo, although it is an extravagant voice, it is hard to let go!"

Kinnara is one of the eight sentient beings, known for his ability to sing and dance, and neither belongs to the Tao of Heaven nor the Tao of Asura. But they mainly live in Heaven, which is called "Music Heaven".

Often in the previous wars between Heavenly Dao and Ashura Dao, they were taken as "trophies" and taken to Ashura Dao. Their singing is the most extreme enjoyment in the world, and they have the reputation of "singing gods".

Needham stroked the bushy beard on his face,

Ask the Asura Emperor, "If I take her as a gift, will he surrender?"

"Respect God, I don't think that kid will surrender even if he dies in battle!" Emperor Asura seemed to have remembered something, with lingering fears and undisguised admiration.

"Then it's useless."

Needham waved his hand at will, and the woman's head fell to the ground. The headless body was still dancing, the veiled head was still singing, and it was even more mournful, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Emperor Asura was shaken for a while, unable to control himself, he quickly encouraged his fighting spirit and kept his fighting spirit. If you listen to this kind of singing too much, it will definitely wear down your heart.

Needham twisted the tip of his beard: "If you stand up and fight, there is still a chance!"

Following the light dance steps, Jinna Luo gracefully held up her head, still singing to herself.

"Ning Ge died, he lived without fighting, and he was stubborn."

Needham shook his head regretfully: "I'll go meet the 'King Ming' in person!"

Ming Wang's army, the big tent of the Chinese army.

Luo Xiaoming dismissed his generals and faced a map alone.

Suddenly his ears perked up, and a sharp whistling sound came from far to near. In an instant, he broke through the heavy army formation and stepped into the big tent.

"Finally meet, King Xiao Ming!"

Needham took a leisurely walk, looking at Luo Hu Xiaoming's back, but his eyes were full of enthusiasm.

It's not that he has any special orientation, but that this talent is too rare.

Even if he couldn't use the supernatural powers of the Luohu family, the talent and strength that Luohu Xiaoming showed was still amazing.

In a head-to-head confrontation, he is not afraid of any Asura emperor; he commands a large army and can fight against the dignified fighting gods; at the same time, he is also proficient in various combat skills such as assassination and hunting, which is what flows in his blood.

The war has continued until now, and all the Asura emperors under the Dou God Needam are convinced of him.

Needham knew his worth better than anyone. Fighting gods have to fight with blood to have the opportunity to become the real Asura king god of war, and the enemy is other than the gods.

If there is such a general in the back when he is in a decisive battle with other fighting gods, he will help him command the army and gather the spirit of the army, at least 30% more chance of winning.

"This is a gift from Hongtian to me!" Needham praised Hongtian in his heart, his eyes more eager.

Luo Hu Xiaoming turned around, his beard was unshaven, his face was dusty, and his eyes were still as bright as stars.

In an instant, Needham had the illusion that the other party was a fighting god who could be on an equal footing with him.

"Needam Fighting God, you can call me 'Ming', or 'King Ming'."

Luo Hu Xiaoming specially withheld the surname "Luo Hu" and the "Xiao" that Li Qingshan forcibly gave him, leaving only the word "Ming", and asked his subordinates to call him "King Ming".

As soon as he turned his face, he was forced to add the word "small" in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel very unhappy.

"King Ming! Such a big tone, even I don't dare to call myself so!" Needham joked: "If you hadn't claimed so, I wouldn't have noticed you so quickly."

"King Ming" is a very presumptuous title in Ashura Road.

After Asura had survived seven calamities and became a true god, he went to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss and met the Buddha at the Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan.

The bright one is wisdom and light; the king is able to control everything.

King Ming shows wrath, protects the Dharma, scare away demons, and represents the majesty of Buddhism.

An Asura emperor who calls himself "Ming Wang" is just as arrogant as a Sun God cultivator who calls himself "True Immortal".

"Yanque knows Honghu's ambition." Luo Hu Xiaoming said indifferently, he just wanted to get back everything that belonged to him. Well, Li Qingshan used this sentence to brag to him a lot.

"Okay, very good, I appreciate you for that!"

"Why did the Dou Shen Institute come? Isn't he planning to take action in person?"

Needham said bluntly: "Fall to me! Your status will only be under me, and I will let you command all the troops."

Luohu Xiaoming raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't seem to have thought that Needham had this plan.

As soon as he returned to the Asura Dao, his cultivation base was no longer weak, and he had never met anyone who was qualified to let him surrender.

Not to mention before, as the Rahu Protoss, all Asuras are nominally his subjects. He has not experienced so many fights at the bottom like ordinary Asuras.

Needham thought he was moved, and further persuaded: "You are still very young, you need more accumulation and experience, follow me to conquer all directions, broaden your horizons, and become a fighting god is just a matter of time!"

This is indeed the best choice for ordinary Asura emperors, but for Rahu Xiaoming, surrendering will inevitably destroy his fighting spirit. And what he lacked the most was time, his mother might notice it at any time, and as Rahu, he would never give priority to other asuras.

He smiled coldly: "I don't need you, I can also become a fighting god!"

Needham's face sank, and he suddenly became ugly and vicious: "No fighting god will allow a character like you to rise easily, and even if I take action personally today, I will keep you here!"

"You fighting gods are really stingy!" Luo Hu Xiaoming smiled contemptuously and shook his head: "I didn't expect this at first. Forget it, talk to my boss!"

"Boss!?" Needham frowned. Could it be that there were already other Gods of War behind him, so the matter would be tricky, and a quick decision was needed to take him down.

Just as he was about to make his move, a man suddenly came out from the dark corner of the big tent and patted his chest: "Yes, it's me!"

Needham was shocked, but he didn't notice when this person appeared.

Luo Xiaoming said: "It's too slow! It made me talk a lot of nonsense to delay time."

"Did you talk to the boss like that?"

"Stop talking nonsense, can you?"

Luo Hu Xiaoming questioned, the difference between a primordial spirit and a fighting god is not a star.

"Man, no, no!" Li Qingshan's eyes flashed, and he pointed at Needham's nose and said, "Hey, grandson, did you ask me what I meant before you accepted my younger brother?" (To be continued.)