Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 1344 Heavy Atmosphere

"Land God..."

Through chatting with Ah Mo, Yang Chen finally understood that there are countless realms and countless strong people above the emperor realm.

And he and the warriors in the Canglan Continent had always regarded Dijing as the pinnacle of human beings. Looking back now, it is really ironic.

Sure enough, the world is rootless and endless, and Yang Chen realized for the first time how vast this universe is.

Ah Mo was silent for a moment, and said: "Yang Chen, the real realm of immortals is still too far away for you. What you should know now are only land gods. The so-called Daluo Jinxian and the realm of real immortals are not yet that you can touch."

Hearing Ah Mo's words, Yang Chen nodded.

really.

He is just a mere Emperor Realm now, and he hasn't even touched the threshold of a higher plane. Thinking about these things, it is indeed a bit too hasty.

but.

Ah Mo's words also made Yang Chen a little curious, and he couldn't help asking: "A Mo, do you know so much about the realm of immortals? Could it be that you were also an immortal before?"

Yang Chen has always been curious, what kind of existence is this Ah Mo? When he talked about the realm of true immortals above Da Luo Jinxian, his tone was a little dismissive... It was as if, this so-called true immortal was nothing special in his eyes?

"A fairy...?"

Hearing these two words, Ah Mo was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "If you say yes, you can say no, and it's too long ago, who can remember?"

Speaking of this, Ah Mo laughed out loud, but didn't speak any more.

However, his tone of concealment, as if he wanted to cover up something, also made Yang Chen more curious.

This guy must have a ghost!

but.

Yang Chen didn't stop too much, he directly stretched out the Dragon Erosion Sword, and picked up the storage bag on the waist of Patriarch Shura. And because the Shura Patriarch was dead, Yang Chen raised his hand and wiped it lightly, and the brand on the opponent's storage bag was erased.

However, Yang Chen didn't go in to check the contents immediately, but put away the storage bag directly, and was going to check slowly after the matter here was resolved.

"Next..."

After doing all this, Yang Chen took a deep breath, and then he looked around slowly, and the look in his eyes suddenly became cold.

A fierce killing intent swept out uncontrollably from Yang Chen's body, causing the surrounding air to freeze, and a layer of ice crystals "cracked" formed on the ground.

"Next, it's time to deal with the funeral."

Yang Chen muttered to himself, speaking in a serious tone.

Although Patriarch Shura is dead, his clansmen are still alive, so in order to prevent future troubles, he can only slaughter the Shura clan, so as to ensure nothing goes wrong!

Thinking of this, Yang Chen's figure flew into the sky and flew towards the distant sky. Before, he just beheaded half of the Shura tribe, but now, half of the Shura tribe has been hidden.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen patted Patriarch Shura's storage bag directly. He rummaged through the other party's storage bag for a while, and finally found a red book.

"Sura Clan Genealogy"!

Seeing this notebook, Yang Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately flipped through it.

I saw that this book recorded all the conditions of the Shura clan in detail, including how many clan members there were, what was the name of each clan member, whether they were men or women? Old man or child?

They are all clearly recorded.

"Right now, the Shura clan has a total of 38,241 people, and I killed 21,200 people just now, that is to say, there will be... 18,100 more Twenty-one people!"

Yang Chen thought for a while, and immediately came to a conclusion.

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeves directly, and a vast ocean-like energy roared out instantly. This energy was overwhelming, and soon enveloped the sky above the Asura Clan. Immediately afterwards, this energy turned into a golden transparent barrier, which slowly fell from the sky.

Boom boom boom...

On the barrier, runes are densely covered, like tadpoles.

When the barrier fell, a huge spiritual mist was shaken out from the ground, and the golden mist shot up into the sky, shining in all directions.

If someone looked at it from a distance, they would find that the entire holy land of the Shura clan was shrouded in a layer of sacred ray. Where the ray permeated, everything was revived and spiritual power was abundant.

It's like the realm of immortals, where other people's imagination is endless.

However, no one knows that under this sacred fairyland, there is a purgatory on earth. Countless corpses piled up like a mountain, the sky was dyed red by the soaring stench, blood flowed backwards, and the ground was hideous.

And the reason why Yang Chen did this was to prevent the people from the Shura clan from escaping, so he set up restrictions in advance.

After doing all this, Yang Chen speeded up.

...

...

at the same time.

Shura clan, clan ancestral hall.

At this moment, in the ancestral hall of the Shura clan, densely packed figures gathered. These people are all surviving members of the Shura clan. However, at this moment, everyone's faces were surprisingly ugly. Whether they were adults or children, everyone's expressions were full of despair.

"The old ancestor is dead..."

A sigh came from the crowd.

The person who spoke was an old man with white beard and hair. He pointed to a fate tablet on the ancestral hall that had been broken into several pieces, and said helplessly.

"Old Ancestor!" As soon as these words came out, there was a mournful wail from the crowd. This wailing was not only the sorrow for the death of the Shura Patriarch, but also the worry and fear for the future.

The children hugged their adults tightly, and their big black eyes looked around curiously, with doubts in their pupils. The little ones still don't seem to know what kind of fate awaits them?

"Great Elder, once the ancestor is gone, you will be the backbone of the clan. Tell me, what should we do next?" Someone in the crowd asked.

"Yes, Great Elder, what do you think we should do? We can't just sit around and wait for the killing god to come to our door, can we?" Someone asked again.

Hearing this, the Great Elder frowned.

He knows it's hard.

They all knew Yang Chen's strength. If the other party could kill the ancestor, he must be very powerful. And this group of people, if they want to fight each other, they are undoubtedly seeking their own death.

"There is no way to escape. The only way now is to let the children go first!" The Great Elder gritted his teeth. He seemed to have decided something, and he said in his heart, "Children are the hope of our people, and they are also the hope of Shura." The only hope of the Shura clan! Even if we all die, we must leave blood for the Shura clan!"

"As long as they don't die, the Shura clan still has hope!"

The Great Elder gritted his teeth tightly, biting his lips with blood. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, stroking the two children beside him, and his eyes gradually showed reluctance.

"No!" Hearing this, someone in the crowd suddenly wailed.

A middle-aged woman was holding her child tightly. Her child was only a few months old and was sleeping peacefully in its swaddling baby.

The little guy's face was full of serenity, as if he heard the movement, the little guy frowned, and cried with a "wow".

This whistling broke through the silent ancestral hall and made everyone feel even more uncomfortable.

"I never agree, I never agree..." The beautiful woman hugged the child, tears streaming down her face, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and refused to let go of her flesh and bones for a moment.

"My child is only so young, I absolutely can't let him leave me! Great Elder, he is only so young, without me by his side, he will die!"