Reborn 80,000 Years

After beheading tens of thousands of Shura clansmen, Yang Chen was also surprised to find that there were still two hundred and one people missing from the Shura clan? This made Yang Chen, who has always pursued perfection in doing things, feel a little regret in his heart, but for this group of Shura people, Yang Chen felt admiration from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of righteousness of the race cannot be achieved by many families or forces.

Regardless of Gu Sen back then, or Gu Hai who was in the Qingfeng Empire two days ago, no matter what feud these people had with him. For this group of Asura people, Yang Chen has great respect in his heart. This kind of bloody people will be respected by the strong no matter where they are.

"Although you and I have no grievances or enmities, no matter what, I, Yang Chen, have recorded what you did today. Maybe, after many years, I will not forget what happened today." Yang Chen's eyelids slightly Shen, muttering to himself. After saying this, he raised his right hand, only to hear a "puff", a golden flame rose directly from Yang Chen's palm, and the scorching high temperature also spread from the flame layer by layer. As soon as it came out, the surrounding air was burned and deformed.

Yang Chen directly raised his hand and waved it lightly.

The golden flame in his hand also flew out directly, and the flame landed on the surrounding piles of corpses, and immediately there was only a "wow". From the moment the flames came into contact with the corpses, a huge group of flames instantly rose up, and the golden fire directly devoured all the corpses.

However, when these golden flames burned the corpse, they did not emit any unpleasant smell, and there was even a faint fragrance in the air. The corpses of the Shura people were quickly burned to clean under the burning of the golden fire. Not to mention the wreckage, not even a little meat dregs left, everything was completely wiped out.

But the magic is.

These flames only burned the corpses, and nothing else in the Shura clan was affected, including the grass, trees and stones on the ground, which were not burned in the slightest.

Only the pile of corpses disappeared in an instant.

After doing all this, Yang Chen directly raised his hand, and gently moved towards a big rock not far away. And with this beckoning, the stone not far away immediately took off slowly, as if under some kind of control, it slowly flew towards Yang Chen.

And when the big stone flew in front of Yang Chen, Yang Chen directly pulled out the Dragon Erosion Sword behind him, and quickly slashed at the stone.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sharp and ear-piercing sound of the sword resounded instantly.

The huge and hard stone immediately became as soft as tofu after touching Yang Chen's sword light. Jianmang easily cut the boulder without any hindrance, and soon it was cut into a square rectangle.

After the boulder was cut and leveled, Yang Chen didn't stop any longer. He raised his hand and wrote something quickly on the stone.

It can be seen that Yang Chen's fingertips are covered with red spiritual power, and the moment he pressed on the stone, there was a puff of blue smoke. Yang Chen's finger pressed the stone hard, writing quickly, and soon, a few big red characters appeared on this rectangular stone tablet.

"Sura Clan Cemetery"!

Yang Chen directly lifted the stone tablet, and forcefully inserted it in front of the Shura clan's ancestral hall.

It is like a monument that will never collapse, extremely sacred.

but.

The people of the Shura clan probably never imagined in their dreams that the person who erected the monument for them would be the murderer who killed them with his own hands?

If it gets out, I'm afraid it will make people feel extremely ironic, right?

However, Yang Chen didn't think too much about it. After finishing all this, he just put away the Dragon Erosion Sword, then raised his foot, and walked in a direction not far away. He slowly closed his eyes, and silently felt the remaining two hundred auras in the holy land of the Shura clan.

Soon, Yang Chen felt the presence of this breath, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Is it there?" Yang Chen murmured, with joy in his eyes.

Although this group of people has been away for quite a long time, as long as they have appeared in the holy land of the Shura tribe, they will definitely leave some breath behind. Although under the cover of the smell of blood, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect this aura, but to Yang Chen who has already stepped into the peak of the Emperor Realm, it is undoubtedly as clear as black and white.

And as long as the source of this breath is found, it is very simple to find the two hundred and one people who disappeared.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen didn't stay long, his figure turned into a meteor soaring into the sky and disappeared into the distance.

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at the same time.

In a certain corner of the Shura tribe.

A group of dense figures were walking slowly. This group of people were not very old, and they all looked like they were only seven or eight years old. Their petite bodies supported each other, and they moved forward with difficulty. Some children were even crying softly in the crowd, and their big eyes were full of horror.

Needless to say, these children were the ones who sneaked out from the ancestral hall.

And in front of them was Furukawa who was responsible for protecting them.

"Hurry up, go faster!" As if hearing the crying behind him, Furukawa frowned, and scolded impatiently: "You all move faster, if you don't want to die, give me the milk I will use all my strength! If anyone drags everyone back, I will not let him go!"

Furukawa's harsh words startled the children, and several younger children cried even harder.

"I don't want to go, I want to go back to my mother! I don't want to go with you, let me go back, I want to go home!" A four or five-year-old child ran out crying, with snot and tears on his face, Said weeping.

However, looking at the crying child, Furukawa's expression didn't change much, not even a trace of pity.

"Your mother?" Furukawa sneered: "Your mother is dead! Now you are an orphan, and no one will protect you! If you don't want to die, please be quiet! I will put all your effort into breastfeeding. Use it, and run forward desperately! In this way, you may still be able to survive!"

"However, if you keep crying and calling the enemy over, believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Gu He said, directly raising the big knife in his hand, threatening in a sinister tone.

Where have children seen such battles? Frightened by Furukawa, he immediately burst into tears. Without further ado, the little guy turned around and ran desperately in the direction of the Shura clan ancestral hall.

"you wanna die!"

Seeing this scene, Furukawa's face darkened instantly.

If this little thing runs around, it will definitely cause a lot of commotion, and he is still crying, and this crying will attract Yang Chen over sooner or later.

At that time, not only this child, but their entire team will suffer!

Thinking of this, a murderous look flashed across Furukawa's face. Without doing anything else, he directly raised the big knife in his hand and swung it at the child in front of him.

Pooh!

As soon as the knife went down, the child screamed and fell directly into a pool of blood.