Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 1967: Meeting of the Four Kings

My mind quickly recalled the previous memories. In the corner of my memory, those words that I had long forgotten——

"The only change two days ago was that the beast Yaju was slaughtered and two supreme gods came to the Shura world."

"There are so many prophecies. As a priest, it is not convenient for me to reveal too many details. I can only tell you that those two supreme gods are most likely the characters in the prophecies."

Jialuo's words at that time are still in his ears, but Shaoli never paid attention to them. He thought these were just words Jialuo used to deceive the elders of the clan, but he didn't expect that they were actually true?

Glancing at Shaoli, who was stunned on the spot, Yang Chen finally closed the ancient book in front of him.

"Yang Chen, did you find anything?"

Ling Yuyao asked expectantly.

Yang Chen rubbed the corners of his sore eyes, leaned on the bookshelf and sighed a little.

"It's a bit of a gain, but there are still some things I haven't figured out yet. It's up to her."

Yang Chen pursed his lips, meaning that he was waiting for the priestess Jialuo who was not far away.

Ling Yuyao pursed her lips, looked at this giantess who was different from them with complicated eyes, and lightly opened her lips:

"High Priest, can you tell us?"

A trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

"Prophecy, what exactly is the prophecy of your giant clan saying, and... what exactly happened between you and the Shura clan."

Priestess Gallo smiled slightly, as if she had already anticipated what these two people were going to say.

"My clan cannot guarantee that the two supreme gods can get what you want, but I will do my best."

At this time, only Shaoli's head was turning crazily in two directions. Listening to the riddle-like conversation between the two parties, he felt that his head was about to explode.

It seemed that some kind of protective mechanism in his body was aroused. Shaoli, who had just woken up not long ago, passed out again with smoke coming from his head.

——

"King Pochi, you are late again."

In the huge bluestone palace, there were many figures scattered in front of a round table made of an unknown material.

Said to be human figures, some existences do not seem to be called human beings.

But what was unshakable was that the figures sitting in front of the four seats facing the palace gate, facing the palace gate, with their backs leaning on the huge stone statues, were still the same as human beings.

Hearing the sound of bare feet stepping on the ground in front of the palace corridor, one of the four seats seemed to be angry, and shouted arrogantly to the figures in the corridor in a reproachful tone.

However, his majestic voice seemed to have no effect on the slowly approaching figure, except for silencing everyone in the room.

"Uncle, you are very noisy."

"Are you so anxious to die in my hands?"

"Ahem..."

"Ah, the weather is really nice today..."

Listening to the male voice, many people who were already frightened and unable to sit still wanted to find a hole to dig into and bury themselves.

"Xuan She?"

"Ah...here!"

When his name was suddenly called, or rather, the name of the tribe was called, the snake-headed monster that had been restless at the table trembled and responded quickly.

"I asked you to destroy the giants before, but this time I went to see them. Why are they still alive and well?"

"this!"

His eyes suddenly widened, and the scales all over Xuan She's body had the urge to stand up. He was a snake, so he couldn't sweat, but if he could, I'm afraid his body would already be wet by now.

"When everything is over, take your life to apologize."

The man's lazy voice seemed to have pronounced a death sentence for Xuan Snake, completely shattering his world in an instant. Xuan Snake slumped on the stone chair and seemed to have no intention of struggling to defend himself.

Many people saw what happened to Xuan She and shook their heads feeling sorry for him.

The Black Snake Clan is not weak, and can even be said to be the first or second echelon of ethnic groups other than the Shura Clan. However, even so, it was unfortunate to be faced with such a violent and casual Shura King as Po Zhi King.

"Po Zhi, you are too presumptuous."

"Xuan She is not wrong. Even if the giant clan has an sworn hatred with you, but look at it - look at the current situation, it is no longer the time for you to be arrogant in the Shura world."

The tall and thin old man finally stood up from the table.

He looked to be middle-aged or above, and his voice was hoarse as if squeezed out of a rock crevice. Although it was steady, it was quite weak.

The old man maintained his human appearance. Only the third eye on his forehead and the giant hand that could not be hidden revealed his identity - King Rahu.

The two of them were actually at war with each other from the beginning to the end, and finally someone dared to intervene, interrupting the seemingly terrifying grudge dispute between the two.

"Okay, okay, can you two give me some face?"

"Hahaha, or, for the sake of our former comrades-in-arms, let's put this grudge aside for the time being?"

Still between the four seats, a very strong brown-haired man stood up, hugged the thin King Rahu, and waved to King Po Zhi in the distance.

"snort……"

Sure enough, with this person's mediation, the originally tense atmosphere finally eased.

"Po Zhi, at this time, any Shura is an extremely important combat force in our lower world..."

"Okay, I got it, Luo Luosuosuo."

Waving his hands as if to shoo away flies, and picking his ears at the same time, the barefooted and tattered King Pochi finally jumped up and landed exactly where he belonged.

"call--"

The strong man was obviously relieved. Seeing that everyone was quiet, he, as a very authoritative person at the table, spoke first:

"Today, not only our four Asura kings came to this eternal night cold palace, but also all of you here -"

When talking to everyone, the strong man paused obviously. His originally cheerful expression seemed to be stained with a trace of gloom at this moment, and his smile also had a hint of danger.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, we were compatriots of the Shura tribe."

At this point, everyone seemed to be affected by this sentence. Some people even frowned tightly and looked at him directly, regardless of the strong man's identity or strength.

"King Luoqiantuo, what do you mean..."

A strange creature with skin as dry as a corpse and only darkness in its eyes asked slowly in a hoarse voice.

"Hahaha, it's not interesting."

"I just want to give you guys a warm-up."

"after all--"

"The group of heavenly beings in the upper realm are going to drive us all out this time."

The strange smile of King Asura named Jiluo Qiantuo directly set off the whole audience.