Shadow Hack

The maid turned her head and glanced at the minister who was sizing up the city lord's mansion. She frowned slightly, with a hint of contempt in her eyes, and said slowly: "This is the city lord's mansion, not the Moluo tribe. Look at the layout of the city lord's mansion again. I'll gouge your eyes out."

As soon as the words fell, the maid burst out with a mid-stage cultivation of Sheng Xianwu.

Affected by this aura, the demigod power in the body kept rampaging in the body, Xiuchen's face became paler, and he looked back at the maid respectfully and said: "What sister said is that the city lord's mansion is too grand, and I couldn't hold back for a while. Just stare at random."

"Hey, who is your older sister? Don't try to get in touch with me. People in the City Lord's Mansion never accept this. Follow closely, and don't lose your head when the time comes." The maid snorted coldly, Lifting his chin slightly, he said proudly. There was contempt for Xiuchen, a collateral child, in his tone, without the slightest intention to hide it.

Xiuchen nodded, turned his gaze away from the layout of the City Lord's Mansion, and just followed the maid into the hall.

Passing through the living room of the main hall, the maid directly led Xiuchen around the screen placed in the center, and walked up the revolving stairs to the top floor. Walking in front of a wooden door, the maid withdrew her contempt, showed a sweet smile, and said, "My lord, Father God, I brought you here."

"Well, go down and let that cultivator push the door in by himself."

Azabi's deep voice came from inside the door, and the maid stepped back and disappeared into the corridor. Xiuchen took a deep breath, opened the wooden door, and walked in. After entering the door, he saw Azabi standing respectfully beside a black-haired young man. His slightly obese figure was upright, and his face was not angry and pretentious, with the aura of someone in power.

And the black-haired young man sitting on the animal skin chair, with three heads and six arms, was lying lazily, holding a crystal cup shaking in his hand, exuding an affinity all over his body, just like an ordinary person, without the appearance of a god That sense of aloofness.

This young man is Asura, the grandfather god of all the people of Shura City.

Xiuchen had seen Asura's Dharma image during the worship ceremony, and the golden statue made of fine gold and stone had an aura of looking down upon the world. Seeing a real person, instead of looking down on the world, the young looks have a feeling of father and son standing beside Ah Shebi.

More like a dude.

Xiuchen walked up to the two of them, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said respectfully: "See Father God, City Lord."

After finishing speaking, as soon as Xiuchen raised his head, he felt an aura that was so powerful that it could crush him, and then he heard Azabi's thick roar.

"What crime should you, Xiuchen! You are so brave, are you trying to court death by deceiving Father God and me?"

Under the coercion of the gods, the demigod power in Xiuchen's body seemed to be replenished, and more and more vitality jumped up and down in the body, destroying every meridian. He gritted his teeth to resist the dizziness, determined his mind, and said calmly: "Xiuchen didn't intend to deceive Father God and the City Lord, but if I didn't say that, the City Lord and Father God would not open the gate of the City Lord's Mansion." .”

When Ashabi heard what Xiu Chen said, he stared at him with wide eyes, and roared more and more angrily: "Presumptuous, you are just a collateral child of the four major clans. If you dare to plot against Father God and me, you are clearly doing it court death."

After the words fell, Azabi flicked his hand casually, and a black light flew towards Xiuchen slowly. Under the coercion of the gods like the vast ocean, Xiuchen instantly turned into duckweed in the sea, unable to control his whole body. Seeing that black light with a destructive aura, Xiuchen's eyes were fixed, and he tried to control his hands and started to use the power of the eyes of death to resist.

Any treasure contains the power of faith, and this power of faith can instantly increase strength, only limited by the time limit and the number of times. The number of times Xiu Chen can use it is three times a day. Within a day, the first time he can use the power of faith to upgrade to the strength of the gods, the second time is the Shengxianwu Great God stage, and the third time only Shengxianwu later stage.

Although it can only be promoted to the late stage of Sheng Xianwu, it can also increase its strength to resist the city lord's casual blow. Of course, not having the strength of a demigod to resist this blow is simply wishful thinking. But Xiuchen still has to try, if he doesn't try, waiting to die is not his style.

The black light swayed and slid across the air, and the power contained in it burned out ripples in the space it passed through.

"Okay, I'm just a junior, you scared him with such a heavy hand." Asura waved his arm, and the coercive black light instantly dissipated in mid-air without any trace.

Azabi looked at Asura, and said in shock: "Father God, such a person who harms his own family should be executed immediately. Why stop me."

"City lord, what do you think? Xiu Ming wants to kill me, so I naturally have to resist. Why do I sit and wait for death? Is it true that people with mottled blood are born to be servants? If it were you, the city lord, when you were hunted down, would you Do you want to grab it with your hands free or resist it with all your strength." Xiu Che said with difficulty, he could clearly feel the demigod power in his body swaying wantonly.

If you don't suppress this semi-divine power, you will die in a short time. It's just that in the early stage of Xiuchen's talent, he couldn't suppress it at all, not to mention how could the ancient god Ashura and Ashbi be in front of him, how could he move around.

"You..." Ashebi looked at Xiu Chen coldly, and then said with a sneer: "I am the heir of the ancient gods, and everything I do is due. You are just a collateral child with mottled blood in the four major clans. How dare you compare yourself to me."

Bloodline, all that is said is bloodline.

People with mottled blood are inferior, and if they can't even arouse the vision of the body, they will be abandoned by the clan and thrown into the slums. Or become a collateral child, a servant for the rest of his life.

Xiuchen sneered, the long suppressed emotions erupted in his heart, and said loudly: "So what if the blood is pure, I died outside. And I, a collateral child, returned to Shura City safely. Lord City Master, what you said is all wrong Yes, it doesn't matter whether the blood is pure or not, what matters is whether you have the ability to live to the end."

After the words fell, Xiuchen stared at Ashebi with his eyes as firm as a wolf.

Asura, who was sitting on the recliner, looked at Xiuchen with interest, and said with a smile: "Then Xiuming was really killed by you? The young master always travels with the treasures of the clan, which can be promoted to the realm of the gods. Are you How to kill Xiu Ming?"

"Xiu Ming was not killed by me, but by a celestial maiden. The celestial maiden is a god's mansion, so even if Xiu Ming briefly ascends to the realm of the mansion, it won't help."