Reborn 80,000 Years

"Holy...Holy Lord..."

When Emperor Longyan called out the name of the Holy Master again, the Holy Master finally stepped back with a smile, turned his face away from here, and looked towards the sky in the distance.

"I hope you didn't lie to me, Yamado...you know the consequences."

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

"How dare I deceive the Holy Lord? This defeat is all due to my dereliction of duty and my misjudgment of Asura's combat effectiveness... please... please give me a chance to make meritorious deeds!"

Emperor Long Yan's heart was pulled together just now. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the Holy Master would have seen through the disguise at that moment.

The attentiveness at this moment is just to give myself peace of mind.

"dereliction of duty?"

The Holy Lord turned his back and laughed softly.

"Yam Moduo, I ask you, since the establishment of the Eight Holy Guards, you have accompanied me in the expeditions across the wilderness, but have you ever been wiped out?"

"Never..."

Emperor Long Yan lowered his head in confusion and replied in a rather humble tone, wondering what the Holy Master wanted to say.

"Then let me ask you again, since you ascended to the top of the Divine General, in the hundreds of thousands of years since you have been killed, have you ever been killed in such a miserable state?"

"Never..."

"Yamaduo, don't you understand yet?"

The Holy Lord said slightly mockingly:

"You are destined to lose in this battle. You have me behind you, and behind those Asuras, there are powerful people behind them!"

"Original Asura? The man of the oracle? Haha..."

The Holy Master smiled and shook his head, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he saw something that Emperor Long Yan didn't understand.

"It's just a way to demonstrate to me."

"What?"

"Who dares to challenge you like this, Holy Lord?"

Emperor Long Yan was filled with righteous indignation. When he saw the Holy Master slowly walking out of the palace, he quickly followed him.

"I also ask the Holy Lord to give me another army. If I go down to the realm again, I will definitely avenge my shame and do it for Sheranga and the others..."

"Do you want to be punished and make meritorious service?"

Before Emperor Long Yan finished speaking his words of indignation, the Holy Lord suddenly stopped in the pavilion. Emperor Long Yan was stunned and quickly shut up, thinking that he had said something wrong again - if it was exposed...

He is simply walking on thin ice now, fearing that the other party will see the flaw in his words and all his previous efforts will be wasted.

"Yamaduo, prepare for war, they will not miss this opportunity."

After saying these words, the Holy Lord disappeared at the end of the corridor, and his breath disappeared without a trace in the palace.

"Prepare for war..."

"What's the meaning……"

Emperor Long Yan didn't realize what the Holy Master meant for a while. On the contrary, the Palace Master, who had been retreating to the side, finally came out at this time.

He walked to Emperor Long Yan angrily and said in a trembling voice:

"Lao Yan, Asura, it seems they are about to attack..."

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Naxumi wakes up leisurely.

He hadn't felt the fresh air for a long time, and when he woke up, he thought he had just had a long dream.

It wasn't until he wanted to raise his hand to rub his tight temples that he realized that the sound of the chains beside him was so despairing.

Crash--

Heavy iron chains tightly tied Xumi's hands, feet, and even his neck.

Naxumi wanted to arouse the divine power in his body to break free from such seemingly simple shackles, but found that there was nothing in his body.

"how so……"

Looking back at the empty space around him, he realized that he was still imprisoned.

"Asshole! How dare you..."

"Haha, are you awake?"

Just like the door curtain was lifted and the window was raised, a corner of the endless void was suddenly torn open, and a gleam of light appeared in the darkness, stinging Sumeru's eyes.

Naxumi howled in pain, and his flailing limbs shook the iron chain to pieces.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain.

"King Pochi?"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a young Asura showing his majesty.

His body is covered with purple and gold lines, which are also a symbol of his identity.

So how could Xumi forget Po Zhi's face no matter how he had a headache?

It was because he couldn't control his anger that Sheranga used special means to ban him.

When I think of this...

"Where's Sheranga! Is Sheranga dead? This bastard... I will tear off a piece of flesh from his body even if I die!"

Is Xumi feeling aggrieved?

Listen to his roar, his roar is full of unwillingness and resentment.

How could he have imagined that when he was about to unleash his anger, Sheranga would once again restrict his freedom. Not only that, but he watched helplessly as they were reversed by Asura and ultimately lost this must-win war.

If Naxumi was asked to name the culprit for this defeat, he would definitely say Sheranga at the first moment.

"You're a guy who fails to accomplish anything but fails more than once. The Holy Lord is really blind to let you supervise the battle!"

The incompetent roar only made Po Zhi in front of him even more indifferent.

"If you want to tear the flesh from Seranga's body, I'm afraid your wish will be in vain."

"He's not dead..."

Po Zhi smiled and pointed to another crystal wall not far from Xumi - this airtight space was entirely sealed by blood crystals.

It is a well-known fact that divine power restrains blood, but on the contrary, if blood is mixed into the body of a celestial being, it will be full of wild and unruly power - blood will make all the power circulation in the body of the celestial being unbalanced.

That is the current situation of Xumi.

Although he was lifted from the ban, after being instilled with blood energy, he couldn't even break free from this ordinary iron chain.

Naxumi looked up and saw a familiar figure appearing in the blood-red crystal.

"She-lan-ga!!"

Click-Crack-Crack-

The chains jingled as the crazy Naxumi pulled them, but no matter what, Naxumi couldn't break free. Instead, his wrists and ankles were covered in blood because of his frenzy.

Sheranga seemed to be awakened by something. He kept looking through the blood crystal, but it seemed as if he couldn't see anything. He could only walk around in the crystal, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

"you!"

Naxumi suddenly choked up.

Only then did he realize that Sheranga had only his soul left here.

His body...

"You imprisoned Sheranga's soul, which means... we lost, right?"

At this time, Naxumi finally lost all his strength to struggle.

He smiled miserably and looked weakly at Po Zhi in front of him.

He suddenly recalled everything he had seen before falling asleep. Of course there was a key figure among them, and he would never miss it.

"Liu Xin...what a Liu Xin. We were all deceived by him."

Only when a person calmly takes stock of his environment does he fall into true despair, and Naxumi was clearly in such a state.

He changed from his previous mania. At this moment, he was as fragile as an ordinary person.