Chapter 109: Shura Ancient Dojo

Bing Ling slowly raised her head and glanced at Yi Tian's face with eyes blurred by tears. The ferocious scars already told her how terrible his experience had been over the years. She gently touched his face, and Bing Ling felt a surge of emotion in her heart.

Pain, "Xiaotian, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Suddenly, he realized that Yi Tian's eyes were lifeless, and he was shocked. "Blind." Yi Tian said lightly, as if the eyes were not his own at all, "How could this be?" Bing Ling's tears that had just stopped started to flow again.

She unconsciously said, "It's okay. I have celestial eyes and can sense everything around me. Whether I have eyes or not doesn't have a big impact on me."

Due to the relationship between Bing Ling and Huo Liuli, Yi Tian and others no longer made things difficult for the eight of them to move closer to the depths of the tunnel.

The dark wind howled, and a forlorn wail came, and everyone's hearts tightened. They thought that the entrance was not far away, and after walking for dozens of miles, a broken stone wall appeared in front of everyone, and the dark wind overflowed from the crack.

"There must be a group of tombs inside." The powerful male spiritual king of the dragon tribe said excitedly, "Then let's open the passage together. This group of tombs must be huge. How about we each get what we need then."

"Whatever." Mo Feier wanted to say, but Yi Tian had already responded to them calmly, "This tomb complex is so huge that no one can move it all, and neither can we." Yi Tian chuckled at Mo Feier.

The stone wall was already damaged, but was reduced to fragments under the joint attack of the eight strong men. It was a silver-white world, with beads emitting silver light shining in the air.

"This..." Everyone except Yi Tian was stunned by the world in front of them. The vast silver world exuded an ancient and cold breath, like the breath of an ancient behemoth that was tens of thousands of years old.

"Then let's say goodbye, everyone, good luck." The strong male spirit king of the Dragon Clan's eyes flashed with light, and he clasped his fists at Yi Tian and others. The other two did not want to stay with Yi Tian and others any longer.

Huo Liuli followed the man with cupped fists. Huo Liuli glanced at Yi Tian and others and followed him. Only Bing Ling did not leave.

The young spiritual emperor of the Dragon Clan looked back at Bing Ling with a complicated expression, but he didn't say much when he saw Huo Liuli following him.

The four of them were very fast and disappeared into the silver world in the blink of an eye. Yi Tian felt the silver world carefully. Unfortunately, there seemed to be some special power guarding it. Even Yi Tian's spiritual consciousness could not detect it ten miles away.

The range, Yi Xiyu and others are even smaller, and Bing Ling can only explore a mile at most.

Unlike what they imagined, this place is not a group of ancient tombs, but it exudes an evil spirit that is no less than that of the ancient tombs. What is certain is that countless powerful people must have died here countless years ago.

, and each of them is extremely powerful.

The thought of death, even in the months of tens of millions of years, still left an indelible mark on this evil place, and the air echoed with waves of wails that made the soul tremble. If it is a war spirit below the Spirit Saint

I'm afraid that if the master enters, he won't survive more than a day before his soul is shattered by this evil sound wave and he dies.

"Dong, dong, dong." The four of Yi Tian walked in that silver world for a whole day. Of course, they could hardly feel the passage of time in that silver world. It was the sound of a bell, the sound of a bell coming from nowhere.

, echoed in this silver world for a long time. Yi Tian and others heard the bell ringing four times in one day.

Three beeps for the first time, nine beeps for the second time, one beep for the third time, and three beeps for the fourth time. "Could this be the clock of this world?" Yi Tian said lightly.

"Well, it's very possible." Mo Feier nodded in agreement, "Three beeps, nine beeps, one beep, three beeps, it seems to be a cycle. If my guess is correct, the correct order should be one beep, three beeps.

Sound, nine sounds.”

After listening to this, everyone was thoughtful, "Let's go and have a look." Yi Tian said, and then looked in the direction where the bell came from. The three women followed closely, and within a quarter of an hour, they arrived.

The origin of the bell was a large earth-yellow bell, one foot high, hanging on the ten-foot-high tower.

At this time, the clock has stopped ringing. The big bell hangs there quietly like an ancient monk who has been sitting for thousands of years, without a trace of energy. Yi Tian and the others did not rush up. They waited quietly under the balcony, and finally waited for the sound of reincarnation.

It rang again.

When everyone was about to see how the bell rang, a blue light appeared at the foot of the balcony. The blue light turned into a man with a bare upper body. The man was about thirty years old. His eyes were dull and there was no trace of his body.

A little angry, his hands and feet were wrapped in thick iron chains.

There was an iron pestle on his shoulder that was as thick as a human waist, about two feet long and probably no less than several thousand kilograms. I saw the man carrying the iron pestle as he climbed up the steps step by step. You could vaguely hear the sound of the iron chain falling on the steps.

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"Who is he? Why did he become like this?" Bing Ling asked puzzledly. Suddenly, Yi Tian had left an afterimage on the ground and arrived at the balcony in an instant. At this time, the man had already arrived at the balcony.

, but his eyes were full of deathly silence, and he didn't seem to notice Yi Tian's existence at all.

"Dong, dong, dong..." The iron pestle hit the big clock, exuding a breath of vicissitudes. Yi Tian, ​​who was closest to the big clock, felt it the most. Every time it sounded, his mind was shaken.

,but

There was some kind of realization in his mind, "Boom." The eighth bell rang, and Yi Tian suddenly came back to his senses, "Bang." The ninth time, the iron pestle did not hit the bell, but was knocked by Yi Tian.

Tian stopped him with one hand.

The man was extremely strong. Coupled with the weight of the iron pestle itself, Yi Tian took three steps back before he could stand firm. Three deep footprints were made on the platform under his feet. At this moment, a change occurred. The burly bell ringer

, his eyes suddenly became clear, revealing a sense of relief, and cracks gradually appeared in his body. With a "touch.", it was shattered into pieces, turning into dots of light and dispersing between the sky and the earth.

A chill ran down Yi Tian's spine, "Oh no, we got into trouble." Yi Tian quickly jumped down the stairs and came to the side of the three women. Originally, he just wanted to see if the man would react if he stopped the iron pestle, but

When the man's body was broken, Yi Tian suddenly felt an extremely powerful sense of crisis, even more terrifying than the crisis of being chased by the Gu Eagle, so he quickly jumped off the balcony and wanted to take the three women away from this place.

Silver world.

At this moment, roars broke through the peaceful world, as if sleeping ancient giants were gradually waking up. The bells were disrupted, and the order of the silver world was also disrupted, and many of the earth cracked.

, collapsed, and the entire silver world was trembling.

Everyone was panicking. The earthquake lasted for a full hour, and the silver world turned into blood red. Huge cracks appeared in many places in the ancient imperial tombs, like huge hourglasses, covering the battlefield thousands of miles away.

Spirits and war spiritual masters were all sucked into that red world.

Everyone changed color when they saw the blood-red world. It seemed to be a world of blood, and the smell of blood could even be smelled in the air.

Yi Tian and others didn't know what the blood color represented, but the older war spirit masters knew it. When they inhaled the blood color world, a chill ran down their spines, and they shouted in horror, "The ancient Shura Dojo.

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"Asura Ancient Dojo!" Hearing these five words, Mo Feier's face turned pale, "What is that?" Although Yi Tian regretted his rash actions, the matter had already happened and there was nothing he could do about it. Now he could only find a way to solve it.

In the current crisis, this bloody world is obviously a bloodthirsty place. If you are not careful, you may end up with bloodshed.

Yi Xiyu and Bing Ling didn't understand either, and looked at Mo Fei'er one after another, "The ancient Shura dojo is... a battlefield where Shura kills. Shura is an extremely terrifying creature, human-like, bloodthirsty, and warlike. Originally, it was just a

I heard it in legends, but I didn’t expect that this Shura Ancient Dojo actually existed. Once Shura wakes up, he will carry out endless killings, killing until there is no more life around him. If so, if this Shura Ancient Dojo actually exists.

Even Shura wakes up, no one here can survive." Mo Feier's heart was full of fear, and it was obvious that she had a very deep understanding of monsters like Shura.

"Kill." "Kill." Waves of deep roars came from the ground, full of fighting spirit, and red figures rushed out of the surface. They were really Shura.

These bloody figures slowly solidified, and humanoid monsters with sharp horns appeared in this ancient Shura dojo. These were the new Shura formed under the ancient Shura dojo for tens of thousands of years. These Shura were unfolding for the first time.

Eyes, but like those old Shura who have not yet fully awakened, they only have one word in their eyes, 'kill'.

The strength of the new Shura was all at the Spirit Saint level. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of bloody Shura figures appeared, and those war spiritual masters who were sucked into the ancient Shura dojo suffered a disaster. Although the personal strength of these war spiritual masters was very strong, they

The aura exuded by these Shura still affects their character. It is very good to be able to show their strength to the seventh achievement. In addition, there are many Shura, and they are extremely crazy. In an instant, screams resound through everyone in the Shura Ancient Dojo.

A corner.

War spiritual masters at the Spirit Saint level will be torn to pieces by Shura in an instant. Spirit Emperors can only hold up for a moment before being cut into pieces. Many powerful Spirit Kings will be consumed by the Shura group, and each strong person will shed their blood.

It was sprinkled on the Shura Ancient Dojo and turned into blood-colored powder that spread between heaven and earth.

"Ouch!" Dozens of Shura surrounded Yi Tian and the others. Yi Tian's God's Sorrow was in his hand, and more than a dozen Shura were shattered in the blink of an eye. Those Shura were not afraid, but rushed towards Yi Tian and others even more fiercely.

Xiyu and Mo Feier are both powerful Spirit Kings, and Bing Ling is also a Spirit Emperor. Soon the four of them jointly attacked and the ground was covered with the corpses of Shura.

However, Shura could not kill them all. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Shura were smashed by Yi Tian and others, but they attracted nearly a hundred more crazy Shura. Yi Tian and others had to retreat, and they retreated towards the tower while fighting. Yi Xiyu

, Mo Feier, and Bing Ling all had injuries of varying degrees. Of course, the most serious one was Yi Tian. After all, he blocked most of Shura's attacks, but the more times he wandered on the line of life and death, the more wounds he suffered.

After all, these injuries are nothing to him.

Yi Tian took out a handful of elixirs, and in the blink of an eye the Shura blood in his hands was dyed red. He swallowed it into his belly, and a warmth filled his body. His spiritual power recovered quickly, and his wounds healed quickly.
Chapter completed!