Shura God Emperor

Xiao Yu didn't know why he had such a strong sense of crisis. He only felt that his soul had sent out a very dangerous signal just now, which made Xiao Yu feel very depressed.

Xiao Yu had almost never encountered this kind of feeling, as if something was about to be enveloped invisibly.

When he exclaimed, at the same time, Xiao Yu's spirit suddenly fell into a trance.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu found that the scene around him had changed!

The surrounding blood-red world, the sky is blood-red, countless humans, monsters and beasts fought together.

Screams, fighting, and collisions continued to spread.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the sky and on the ground, countless powerful men collided with waves of destruction and destruction in the battle. The overwhelming aura in the dark was enough to destroy one party after a second thought. Xiao Yu was completely trapped in it, as if he had seen some world. The most shocking thing is the same.

"This……"

Xiao Yu kept turning his head, looking at the strong fighting together, his mind shook with every blood spray and every collision.

"Is this the powerhouse of higher planes?"

Xiao Yu couldn't see their faces clearly, he could only see that every strong man could fly into the sky and escape, and the ferocity generated by each monster beast was enough to suppress the surroundings, countless people intertwined and fought together, blood-stained the sky, and millions of corpses. , The broken arm and limbs were scattered everywhere, and the sound of it was extremely miserable, reaching a terrible level.

No way, a black shadow with a spear descended from the sky and assassinated it towards Xiao Yu's position.

Xiao Yu only felt that his throat seemed to be constrained, and he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even move a little spiritual power or even a little thought.

Seeing the spear magnify infinitely in Xiao Yu's pupils, the smell of long-lost death spread over, making Xiao Yu at a loss what to do, and even felt that his life was about to end like this.

But in the next second, Xiao Yu suddenly returned to reality. He was breathing heavily, his face was pale, his back was completely wet.

"Huh, huh, huh~~~"

Xiao Yu felt his heart beat faster, and his eyes were a little dark.

"What's going on, just now..."

He did not expect that he would have entered such a state.

When he looked back at Xiang Su Qingrou, he saw that the latter's face was also extremely pale, and the whole person was sitting on the ground.

Su Qingrou was frightened with cold sweat on her forehead, and she seemed to be a little blindfolded, unable to believe what was in front of her.

"Little rain!"

Xiao Yu immediately turned his head, only to find that Zhan Xiaoyu remained motionless, his eyes still hollow.

But the strange thing happened again, Zhan Xiaoyu suddenly turned around, her eyes suddenly turned into a blood red.

"Ok?"

Xiao Yu suddenly felt a numb scalp. He suddenly raised his head, only to find that the eyes of this 100-meter-long portrait were also glowing red with blood.

"The tiny ants dare to disturb my rest and die!"

Zhan Xiaoyu's mouth made a deep man's voice, not Zhan Xiaoyu's own voice at all.

"Her mind is really controlled!" Xiao Yu's expression changed slightly.

This voice reveals the majesty of suppressing the Quartet in it, making people hear it like a voice from an ancient place.

"Roar!"

At this juncture, another voice that I had met before suddenly sounded--

"These things again!"