surnamed Wang

Although Shura is a purgatory, the violent aura inside it is still helpful for cultivation, but after a long time, the heart will inevitably be infected by the hostility and become like a demon.

Miao Ling and Shi Tongtian had only been around Shura and didn't know much about the situation in the depths. If Wang Gangquan wanted to find Di Xin, he had to make enough noise in the crisis-ridden Shura world, or find a force to help.

Putting away the letter, the young man sighed. As a salted fish, he seemed to be on the verge of riding a tiger again, but this time he forced himself.

Perhaps, he is not a salted fish in his bones.

……

In ten years, Wang Gangquan challenged from the second floor of Bai Yujing to the ninth floor. If he wanted, he could completely guard the eleventh floor.

Time was running out, and he didn't come here to guard the building. After learning all eleven levels of swordsmanship, Wang Bingquan went to the residence of Immortal Emperor Changsheng.

Like Xu Junyu, the head of the Lingyun Sect, the old man has an inexplicable obsession with raising fish. Previously, all the black and white carps in the Zhongfeng Hall were moved to Sanxian Island, just in response to the saying "one person attains the Tao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven".

Wang Gingquan looked at the fish swimming in the pond. After a long time, it really had a special charm. People are like this. As they get older, many things that seemed boring in the past gradually become interesting.

"Master, this disciple wants to go to the Asura Realm."

"Tired of living a good life, looking for excitement?"

"There is something urgent."

"Save that monk Yang Cang?"

"Master is divine."

The old man glanced at him and said sourly:

"You really care about the curse girl, and I have never seen you respect the teacher so much to the old man."

Wang Gangquan didn't expect that a thousand-year-old guy would be jealous, he only felt some hot eyes, forced a smile and said:

"The master naturally didn't tell the disciple that the disciple was almost beaten to death by the monk Laitou, and the master hid himself in the jade pendant and did not show up; in the battle with Yaliu, more than half of the masters of Jiuyuan were killed and injured, and the disciple's head was almost taken away. , Master still stood by.

The Immortal Emperor changed, and I waited for my brothers to come to power, but you always hid under the stage and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, and finally became the Immortal Emperor without even mentioning meritorious deeds; there is also a disciple who came back from the Holy Spirit Realm to help you suppress the five great immortal clans After the matter was completed, Master made a backhand move to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

Each of these piles is the master's love for his disciples, it can be said to be to the flesh. "

Wang Gangquan's tone was respectful, as if the other party really had great kindness towards him, even though Li Changsheng was old and thick-skinned, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, he coughed dryly and stroked his beard and said:

"I did this as a teacher, just to train you, just like you did to your grandson. In terms of patience and care, I really can't compare to the curse girl. You can sacrifice your life to help her, which shows that you know how to repay her. I am very pleased to be a teacher.

In this way, before I leave, I have an ancient treasure to give you. "

As the old man said, he walked to the side, where there was a pile of tatters, which looked particularly eye-catching in the courtyard filled with immortality. In the old man's own words, he is an old bachelor, and it is not easy to take care of himself.

After a toss, the old man took out a broken sword from it. The handle and scabbard were some kind of black wood, rat-bitten and moth-eaten on it, and it would rustle into powder just by picking it up. The rusty sword body is not much better than that of old man Jiuyuan Ye's black eyebrow.

Only the frame of the whole sword is worth looking at. The sapphire carving of the beast's face is not good.

The old man stroked the scabbard lightly, his eyes revealed and recalled:

"This sword has a lot of background, you must cherish it."

Wang Gingquan flinched, didn't even bother to complain, took the broken sword and slowly drew it out, as expected, the sword body was rotten into a thousand-layer cake, obviously the steel used was not high-quality.

Even so, he still holds his sword in both hands, and with a loud voice, he bowed his head and said obediently:
"Thank you, Master, for giving you the treasure, and thank you, Master, for giving you the treasure."

This scene seems familiar.

……

In the world of Shura, a figure wearing a jet-black mask ran with all his might, followed by a big red bird with arrogance and arrogance. The big bird's wings spread hundreds of feet, and this was still its young form.

The matter started a few days ago, Wang Gangquan bid farewell to relatives and friends, and set foot on the gate to Shura alone. He had been in the Three Immortals Realm for hundreds of years, and this was the first time he knew of such a place.

The gate of Shura is extremely hidden, and you need the token of the Immortal Emperor and the golden teleportation platform to go there. The gate is hundreds of feet high, scarlet like blood, and the studs on it are bigger than a human head.

The two giants guarding the gate are the same as the giant spirit guarding the Sanxian Island before. They are from the Jiuyuan Kua'e clan, and their strength can bear three mountains. Make a gap.

As the giant gate opened, a tyrannical force seeped out, and Yan Hong, who came to see him off, shuddered from her heart. She looked at Wang Quanquan worriedly, but saw the other party showing a confident smile, and then stepped into the gate one step at a time.

The place where we settled was the outskirts of the Asura Realm, which was covered in gray, and the raging spiritual power was like a sharp blade, scraping Wang Quanquan's cheek sorely. He put on the hood and cloak that he had prepared in advance, and walked towards the center little by little.

More than 1000 years ago, Lingyun gathered monks to attack Sanxian Island, with the intention of eradicating the five great immortal clans. After the defeat, all of them, from the head of the sect to the emperor, were sent to the Asura Realm. The Lingyun Sect was formed in a thousand years, and that was the purpose of Wang Quanquan's trip. .

According to Master, the aura force is located in the eastern part of Shura, and has been in contact with Sanxian Island intermittently over the years. They are loyal to the immortal emperor. During the millennium when the five immortal clans converged, Sanxian Island tried every means to save them, and finally lost many people. A monk, but he couldn't even reach the center.

Wang Gangquan was not worried about how he would get out, since Di Xin was so old and cunning, since he could find a way to get in, there must be a way to get out, what he was worried about was the forces entrenched along the way.

Those demons and ferocious beasts like to eat people the most, and evil cultivators also mostly harm people. Compared with ferocious beasts, they are more terrifying.

Some evil cultivators set up traps to kill passing monks, trap their souls in their heads with secret methods, cut off their heads, steam them nine times, and finally make a magic weapon.

The process is so cruel that most of the souls can't support it, but once it succeeds, it will create a magic weapon that crosses the realm.

The torment Wang Gangquan suffered in the Holy Spirit Realm convinced him that he could survive the inhuman sacrifice. At that time, there would be only one head left, and it would be miserable to think about it.

……

Thinking wildly, light began to appear in front of him, and a tall black shadow stood in the distance, and it did not know how many years it had existed.

Through the gray fog, Wang Gangquan could vaguely see that it was a high mountain, with winding red veins on the side of the mountain, illuminating everything around it, it was an active volcano.

As he approached, the surrounding temperature rose, and the already tyrannical aura became even more scorching. Every time Wang Gangquan took a breath, his lungs were accompanied by smoky stinging pain, and at the same time, a faint sense of irritability rose in his heart.

He knew that due to the influence of the aura here, the eyes of the monsters who had lived in Shura for a long time had turned blood red. The evil cultivators and the ancient gods could maintain their sanity, and they possessed magic weapons that could purify the aura.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Wang Gangquan held his breath completely, and took out the gourd left by Ji Lu from the storage bag.

Open the stopper, recite the spell silently, the gourd trembles slightly, and a black mask emerges out of thin air.

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