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"Who are you?"

"Ro…ga…"

"Do you want to fight with me?" The corner of Turu Renjian's mouth showed a sneer.

"Those who block my master will die!"

"Just because of you?" The slaughtered world still smiled disdainfully. "Your body has long been destroyed. Now you are just a soul awakened by Shura equipment. Even your weapons and equipment are just the form of soul bodies. Now you can only exist with Shura equipment. Once you die in battle, you will truly and completely disappear, and there is no possibility of appearing again."

Without any hesitation, Luo Jia raised the blood sword in his hand - Shura's life-death. Although the words of the slaughter of the world revealed all his life, and although the body of the slaughter of the world exuded a momentum that made him unable to match, he did not feel shocked or retreated at all, let alone fear, because he... had no feelings anymore.

"Hey, although you are very strong, you are just a small ant in front of me!" The Slaughtering Man snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared there, as if disdainful of fighting with him.

"Shura, although your attack ability is a hundred times better than me, there is no possibility of defeating me! I am waiting for you to give me a greater surprise."

Once upon a time, she was disdainful of that year's appointment and only had a little fantasy in her heart. Now, her heart is full of expectations. Shura's powerful footsteps are far faster than she expected.

The hoarse voice drifted from the air faded away. The target disappeared, Luo Jia turned around, and the two pupils under Shura's illusion shot out two bloody red lights, just like his "master" - Shura.

"Master." Luo Jia shouted indifferently, his face stiff as a stone, and it seemed that there would never be any emotional fluctuations.

Shura didn't even look at her, and without taking any action, Luo Jia turned into a red light and was taken back by him and integrated into Shura's equipment.

The atmosphere that was suppressed to the extreme was relieved a little, and Shura walked towards the north with a expressionless face. Before sunset, he could reach the only escaped main city in the Japanese continent - the Sunset City.

"You... are you Luo Jia?"

Feeling the aura similar to Shura, Xuanyuan Wan'er asked nervously. After Luo Jia was taken back by Shura, she felt his soul and tried to communicate with his soul.

"I am."

Soon, a cold and ruthless voice answered her.

After receiving Luo Jia's echo, Xuanyuan Wan'er let out a sigh of relief and said anxiously: "Aren't you dead? Why did you appear again?"

"I am dead, but my soul has not been destroyed. The God of Death has preserved my soul with its powerful power. The moment the power of Shura is integrated again, it is the time when my soul awakens."

Luo Jia's voice did not contain any human emotions, nor did he hide it at all. He belonged to the same master, and he had nothing to tell.

"But, aren't you Shura... Why are you conscious and why can you stay awake?"

Nervous, hopeful... Luo Jia's awakening made her seem to see the hope of awakening Shura. He is also Shura, but he can act rationally, speak rationally, and answer rationally. He did not know how to kill and forget everything like her "Brother Feng".

"Because... I'm dead."

Xuanyuan Wan'er: "..."

"To become a real Shura, one must first go through the baptism of purgatory and the greatest suffering in the world. Shura will bear endless pain and hatred throughout his life. Killing is Shura's only goal. Only blood purgatory can cleanse the painful soul. And I... have died, only the soul built with the power of death, so that there is no emotion and the shackles that Shura must bear. Therefore, although I have lost the heart of Shura, I have completely retained the power of Shura."

Back then, his parents died tragically, his wife and children were tortured and killed, and he fell into the abyss of pain. After repeated despair, he fell into the Shura path and became the bloodthirsty Shura that everyone feared at that time. He vented the hatred and pain in his heart with cruelty, blood and beast-like roars... Now, his voice is dull and terrifying, as if it comes from the mouth of a dead person. Without emotion, he no longer suffers a little, and he is completely freed. The only reason for existence is to awaken his master.

"Death...recasting the soul...no..." The hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished, Xuanyuan Wan'er shook her head in pain. How could she allow him to leave only a broken soul without a body?

"You were Shura too... Tell me, is there any way to wake him up... Is there any way... No matter how difficult it is... I don't want Brother Feng like this, I don't want..." Thinking of him who was completely unfamiliar, Xuanyuan Wan'er was so cute that she was pricked. Her heart was like a needle. In the past few days, she had cried many times.

"Yes." Luo Jia replied coldly.

The sound of sobs suddenly stopped. Xuanyuan Wan'er stayed for a while, and seemed to be unable to believe the sudden surprise. After a long time, she came and cried and said, "What's the solution... What's the solution? Tell me quickly!"

"Eliminate the root of his pain and get back everything he lost."

Xuanyuan Wan'er was stunned... The root of pain, everything lost... Sister Feng Yao...

"But... she is dead, dead... she will never come back..." Xuanyuan Wan'er said in a daze.

Luo Jia remained silent.

"How could the dead come back? How could the resurrection..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and it was as quiet as death.

“Resurrection…resurrection…resurrection…resurrection….”

As if she was so stupid as to dream, Xuanyuan Wan'er actually repeated these two words in a low voice like a loss of consciousness, as if she had thought of something.

"No...can't..." She shook her head in pain again: "I can't do this, otherwise, who will save the heaven...to endure the suffering of 50,000 years of reincarnation, how can I..."

"But, Brother Feng..."

"Brother Feng..."

“Wow~~~”

In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, she shrank her body, buried her head in her knees, crying with powerlessness and helplessness. The painful choice made her feel distressed and could hardly breathe.

On one side is the entire heaven, where her mother, her friends, countless immortal uncles and aunts who like her, and on the other side are her brother Feng and sister Feng Yao. This originally supposedly simple choice made her feel as painful as thousands of arrows.

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The sunset is setting, and it is almost dusk in the real world. In these few hours, Shura has been stained with blood all the way, harvesting every creature that appears in his sight. Xuanyuan Wan'er seems to be numb to this. She is tired of crying and falls into her deep sleep. In her sleep, she keeps falling crystal water droplets.

In front of you is the city of sunset.

When Shura appeared 1,000 meters away from the city gate, the city guards and various Japanese masters were waiting for him there.

Shura has infinitely trampled on the bottom line they can bear. If they don’t fight with all their might, Japan will be completely destroyed by Shura.

Compared with the Demon Lord's Difficulty encountered by Tianlong Continent, the disaster that the Japanese Continent is facing is far more miserable than the mainland back then. Although the demon clan is stronger and the demon soldiers are numerous, it is not irresistible. Asura, he is like an extremely sharp blood sword, ravaging Japan's already ill body, and even the strongest guardian barrier, Amaterasu, was cut in half by him. What else can stop him?

All the blockades, all struggles, and resistance in the face of his terrifying strength is like a piece of white paper that can be broken by one poke. The real rampant Wuji.

With a command, the crowd suddenly moved, and countless attacking props were thrown at Shura. In order to stop him as much as possible, Sunset City, which had the lessons of the Imperial City and Sunrise City, did not hesitate to take out all of its own. These attacking props were extremely powerful, including many attack scrolls of forbidden spell level, and even some extremely precious props passed down from ancient times.

For a moment, lightning and thunder were heard around Shura, the earth collapsed, the sky teared up, and the sky broke into pieces. The superposition of various advanced attack props caused several terrifying powers that were no less than nuclear bomb explosions. The space was shrouded in the dust, and the overlapping sounds almost deafening people's ears.

The work of emptying everything, but no one thinks it is exaggerated because he is Shura.

The dust in the sky drowned the vision, and the roar drowned the hearing. After explosions and various sounds of breaking through the air again and again, the extremely chaotic sound finally began to calm down. The front was still gray. The terrible attack just now was definitely enough to easily blow up a mountain.

The city guards finally breathed a sigh of relief. They clearly saw that the terrible attack just now distorted the air, destroyed the earth, and completely swallowed Shura's body. Such power was enough to destroy everything, even Shura would never be able to resist...

They tried their best to safely, thinking desperately that Shura had been buried in it, but what was the feeling of depression that almost suffocated them... was it because of the huge force that had not completely dissipated, or...

Step...step...,

In the chaotic atmosphere, a person's footsteps should have been completely submerged and not noticed by anyone, but everyone present clearly heard the same heavy footsteps. The footsteps seemed to be sounding from the bottom of their hearts, stepping on their hearts step by step, making their heartbeat faster and faster.

The sandstorm became increasingly faded, and suddenly, a dark figure that was getting closer and closer appeared in front of the misty fog. His indifferent expression, dead breath, and extremely uniform pace, as if the terrifying attack that had just been enough to annihilate everything was just an illusion, without causing even a trace of damage to him.

The city guards took a breath of air conditioning, and a gloomy chill rushed over.

They seemed to have seen the real devil.

The leader of the city guard gritted his teeth: "Go!"

The ambition of the city guards to protect their homes was dispelled by fear and shock at this time, and there was no morale at all. However, despite this, the loud shouts of nearly 10,000 people were enough to describe them as "shaking the sky". But soon, the extremely shrill screams easily overwhelmed the team's shouting...

No matter how many people are, they cannot pose a slight threat to Shura. They will soon understand that they are not blocking, but going to die.

In just a few days, Shura's hands had been stained with much blood, which they could not imagine, because it was a number that made them tremble and never believed.

A man's massacre of a city has never been seen in Japan's history, but now it has encountered wave after wave.

Who can defeat this demon and save the Japanese continent...

The supreme god Amaterasu? He died, under the Shura sword.

The only legendary holy beast, Hachiki Snake? Is it good or evil? Where is it? Does it really have the ability to drive away Shura?

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