Heavenly Lord Asura

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"Yep?"

Wutian looked up.

Who is this talking, so aggressive?

"Wow!"

Accompanied by a sound of breaking through the sky, a middle-aged man dressed in white descended on top of a few people, condescendingly looking down at Wutian.

"It turned out to be Shangguan brother. I haven't seen him for many years. Don't come here without any problems!" The Lord of the Inner Hall smiled with his hands, but before speaking, he raised his eyebrows without a trace, as if he didn't want to see him.

The middle-aged white clothes glanced at the three of them, looked at the Hallmaster of the Inner Hall, and sarcastically said: "You don't even dare to participate in the Battle of the Supreme. This is the talent cultivated in your inner Hall. It's really ridiculous."

The head of the inner hall twitched, and said lightly: "Until now, some people haven't broken through to the realm of Heavenly Sovereign. It's really funny."

The middle-aged in white clothes sneered and said, "Old man, you have entered the realm of Heavenly Venerable earlier than me. What's so proud of?"

The head of the inner hall jokingly said: "Even if it's just a little bit earlier, he is also early, why? Are you not convinced?"

"Convinced, in a world where strength is respected, do I dare not be convinced? But even a small inner temple member dares to ignore your orders. You, the inner temple master, are really sad." The middle-aged white clothes showed no mercy. Counterattack.

Wutian raised his eyebrows. He hadn't seen anyone before. He knew that this person was provoking discord.

However, his raising eyebrows directly caused dissatisfaction with the middle-aged in white, and he sneered: "What eyebrows are you raising? Are you not convinced? Is there a way to go to the war zone to compete?"

"Heh, still pushing his nose to face?" Wutian felt cold, but his tone was very flat, and said: "I'm sorry, I am not interested in mad dogs."

"Mad dog?"

The host of the inner hall was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth was a bit of playfulness.

Hearing Wutian describing himself as a mad dog, and looking at the jokes of the inner sanctuary’s mouth, the middle-aged in white immediately became very angry and sneered: "You can only spray dung with your mouth full of silly waste like you."

Luo Qiang really couldn't stand it anymore, turned his head to look at Zhang Ji, and asked seriously: "Big brother, is this your dog? Why don't you tie it? What if you hurt someone? That's going to be rabies. Yes, take it back quickly and take care of it."

Zhang Ji also replied very seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, he is just a wild dog."

"Wild dog?"

Luo Qiang fiercely stirred, and said exaggeratedly: "That's even more serious, let's withdraw quickly, lest we get a bite and get mad dog disease, that's not good."

Zhang Yi said angrily: "A mad dog scared you like this, you are so good at it? Don't say I know you, shame."

Looking at the two people who sang a harmony, the head of the inner hall was suffocating his old face and flushing, and he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, making the middle-aged white-clothed man agitated and gnashing his teeth!

Zhang Ji glanced at the middle-aged in white clothes, and said, "Master Fu Chou, let's go, don't be like this crazy dog, lest you get bitten."

"It makes sense."

Wutian nodded, walked past the hall master of the inner hall, took Luo Qiang and the two, and flew straight to the outside.

The head of the inner hall frowned and was about to stop drinking, but the middle-aged in white robed one step ahead and shouted: "Stop this seat!"

Luo Qiang laughed and said, "I'm sorry, we don't talk to mad dogs."

"boom!"

A bite of a mad dog finally made the white-clothed middle-aged angry, and a murderous aura broke out.

"Fu Chou, it's useless to play tricks, come to the first battle zone when there is a species, then this seat will let you know who is a mad dog!"

"Inner Hall Hall Master, the Hall Masters of the three major halls should also be replaced. If these incompetent people continue to manage, the temple will be destroyed sooner or later!"

"Fu Chou, I am waiting for you in the first war zone. If you don't come, then you are the grandson of this seat, grandson, don't let grandpa wait too long!"

"Haha..."

With an incredible laugh, the middle-aged in white turned around and flew towards the Tianhe storm.

Wutian stopped and turned to look at the back of the middle-aged in white, his eyes twinkling sharply.

Luo Qiang also stared at this person firmly, and said in secret, "Master, do you want to continue to bear it?"

Zhang Ji said in a voice transmission: "Uncle, like this kind of person who doesn't know good or bad, he should be shut up."

At this moment, the Inner Hall Hall Master stepped forward and frowned, "Fu Chou, what on earth are you thinking about? You are not even interested in the supreme magic medicine and the position of commander. What are you interested in?"

"In this world, there are not many things that interest me, but this person makes me interested." After Wu Tian finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Only a trace?"

The main hall of the inner hall was startled.

Luo Qiang and Zhang Ji looked at each other, and a smile couldn't help passing by.

The Lord of the Inner Temple doesn't understand Wutian, so they don't know the meaning of this sentence, but they are very clear about the meaning of this sentence.

Zhang Xi cast a wink at Luo Qiang, Luo Qiang understood, and the two left lightly, afraid of awakening the palace master who was alone in a daze.

But the head of the inner hall finally woke up and saw the appearance of the two thieves, his face went dark on the spot, and he shouted: "Stop for the old man!"

"Hall Master, we still have urgent matters to deal with, so we won't accompany you to Xinghe, you play slowly by yourself." Zhang Xiong blinked Luo Qiang.

Suddenly!

The two flickered and disappeared without a trace.

The Lord of the Inner Hall was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly scolded: "Asshole, you must rebel? It seems that you really want the Lord to tidy up the temple!"

He cursed and entered the galaxy, but Wu Tian sneaked into the original place without knowing it.

The white-clothed youth ridiculed: "Busy man, finally thought of coming to me?"

Wutian didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and asked, "Gu Tian told me that the seven sarcophagi are with you?"

"Yeah!" The young man in white nodded.

"Don't you already have a divine body, what do you want seven sarcophagi for?" Wutian wondered.

"Of course it is for you." The white-clothed youth said.

"Give it to me?" Wutian was surprised, this answer was really beyond his expectation.

The white-clothed youth smiled: "At that time, I saw the anxious look of the Holy Lord, guessing that the seven sarcophagus might hide some big secret, so I forcibly asked it from the hands of Gu Tian."

Wutiandao: "You're right, the seven sarcophaguses do hide big secrets. The seven skeletons inside are the bones of the second generation of emperor, and this second generation of emperor is still a legendary fairy."

The white-clothed youth questioned: "What is the fairy body?"

Wutiandao: "It's a kind of spirit body that can be compared with Xuanyuanao's Heaven-Extinguishing Battle Body. It's terrifying and can control the power of seven elements."

The white-clothed youth said in surprise: "So, do you really find a treasure?"

Wutian nodded.

The young man in white asked, "Then what do you plan to do?"

Wutiandao: "I don't need these divine bones, they are of no use to you, but they can be stored, and they may be useful in the future."

"Then keep it for you, stay with me, it is always a trouble."

The white-clothed young man waved his hand, and seven sarcophagi emerged, suspended in front of Wutian.

Wutian frowned. It was obviously not a wise choice to put these sarcophagus in the space bracelet, but besides the space bracelet, where else could he put it?

Suddenly, he thought of Qi Hai.

Even Xuanyuan Ao couldn't see through his sea of ​​qi, which was enough to show that no place was safer than sea of ​​qi.

With a big wave of his hand, he sealed the seven sarcophagi in the sea of ​​Qi in turn, and then said: "Try it, can you sense the breath of the sarcophagus and the **** bone?"

The young man in white looked at him up and down for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Strange, I can't feel it. Is there any treasure hidden in your anger?"

"There are indeed many treasures." Wutian smiled and asked, "How long will it take to regain the soul of the origin?"

"About two thousand years." The white-clothed youth thought for a while and said.

"Two thousand years? So it seems that I really have to participate in the battle of God." Wutian whispered.

"I'm just saying roughly, maybe not two thousand years, or maybe more than two thousand years." The white-clothed youth reminded.

Wutian nodded and said: "I know, send me away!"

After leaving the original land, he once again came to the edge of the Tianhe storm and walked towards the galaxy step by step.

Since some people want to die, let them be fulfilled!

Galaxy!

At this moment, people's attention has shifted to the first theater.

The reason is that Dzogchen Supreme finally appeared, and he threatened to trample Fu Qiu under his feet!

The speaker is naturally the middle-aged in white.

Everyone is looking forward to it, and can't wait for this murderer to appear immediately, so that you can see a battle between dragons and tigers.

"Up to now, Fu Qiu hasn't appeared yet, do you think he dare not come?"

"It's possible."

"Maybe this person is not qualified to let him shoot?"

"Don't be kidding, do you know who he is? He is from the Soul Destroyer Clan."

"Soul Destroying Clan, so Fu Qiu is really scared?"

"It's not necessarily, because he is not a real soul-killing warrior body, just a slave of the soul-killing warrior clan, only half of the bloodline power in the body."

"..."

People are secretly transmitting voices, fearing that they will be heard by the middle-aged in white clothes.

Although this person is a slave to the Soul Destroyer Clan, he is always the Supreme Dzogchen, if he hears it, he can't eat it?

For this kind of people who depend on the Nine Great Wars, the word slave is a taboo, which is very harmful to self-esteem and must not be mentioned in person.

The middle-aged in white scanned the Tianhe storm, but he did not see Wutian appearing for a long time. He couldn't help but sneered: "It seems that this Fu Qiu dare not come to fight. In this case, I'm not welcome as the first king. Accepted."

"Huh!"

He jumped up ~www.readwn.com~ and swept towards the top of the stone pillar.

"This stone pillar is not where you are qualified to stay, get out!"

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded in this galaxy.

Immediately afterwards, Wutian fell on the top of the stone pillar first, like a **** from the sky, and then kicked on the chest of the middle-aged in white. Smash into Tianhe Storm!

"This murderer has appeared!"

"He stands directly on the top of the stone pillar, indicating that he is the first place in the first theater of war!"

"Kick the Dzogchen Supreme with one kick, he really is a truly ruthless character!"

Seeing the masked man standing proudly on the top of the stone pillar with fluttering clothes and white hair dancing, like the return of gods and demons, everyone is excited and excited!

At this moment, the host of the inner hall showed a bright smile and muttered: "Next, I will be cruelly tortured and devastated so that the people of the Nine Great Wars will also taste the power of my temple."