Heavenly Lord Asura

Chapter 158: I see

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They are geniuses, invincible among their peers. From the results of the first round of training, it can be seen that they are able to stand out from the crowd.

"Alas, it seems that the first place in this year's Hundred Sects Competition is no exception, and it is Shura Palace again."

"Oh, that's right. In every competition, they are the first to finish the first round, and they are not just one or two people."

The crowd sighed and whispered. The leaders and elders of the second- and third-rate sects looked at the Shura Palace with envy and jealousy. With so many talented disciples, who wouldn't be envious and jealous? At the same time, when they looked at their own disciples, they felt deeply powerless.

"Not necessarily. This time, Yanzong is very special. That disciple was able to complete the task at the same time as the people from Shura Palace, proving that his strength is not inferior to theirs. There may be some unexpected changes in this competition."

"I hope so. For hundreds of years, the Shura Palace has always been the leader. It's time for someone to dampen their arrogance."

Many people are looking towards Yan Zong, hoping to put an end to the arrogance of Shura Palace. If this continues, the position of Shura Palace will become more and more stable, and eventually no force will be able to shake it, and they will never have a chance to turn things around.

The Great Venerable ignored the discussions around him and said to Wu Tian: "Since you are so confident, then go ahead, but don't cheat."

"Don't think we don't know. There are many corpses of monsters in your mustard bag. Let me tell you, if you just throw these monsters away and say you have completed the mission, don't blame us for disqualifying you."

Old Twelve was still brooding over the obsidian incident, so he took the opportunity to find fault with him and deliberately make things difficult for him.

"Hehe!" The little fellow grinned and said jokingly, "Old man, you know all this? You are not the worm in the little emperor's stomach, are you?"

"Bah! You are the disgusting roundworm, and so are your whole family!" The twelfth old man's beard twitched up and down, and his expression surprised others.

Wu Tian didn't say anything extra. He just stretched out his hand and said calmly, "Give it to me!"

"What to take?" Old Twelve was stunned.

The little fellow seized the opportunity and attacked: "Of course it's the mustard bag, what a fool, usually pretending to be an immortal, but in fact, his brain is full of tofu dregs, no, it should be feces."

"you… "

"What about me? Are you going to kill me?" The little fellow refused to give in. He immediately became sad and heartbroken, and urged, "Little Emperor, let's find a swamp and crash into it to death, so as not to help them, oh no, help their Palace Master."

"Can a swamp kill people?"

The group of people were speechless. Such a threat was too fake. They had heard that the Yuan-Swallowing Frog beside Wujitia was very shameless. Now seeing it for themselves, they realized that it was indeed as its reputation had taught it.

Even the faces of several great venerables could not help but reveal a smile.

“Take it!”

Old Twelve's face was red as if scalded by boiling water. He threw the mustard bag in anger, glared at the group of people who were laughing secretly, then turned around and ignored them, muttering in his heart: "You little bastard, just wait and see, I will slowly deal with you later."

After taking the mustard seed bag, Wutan turned around, and the power of wind gushed out from under his feet, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the Dragon God Mountains.

This action immediately shocked and puzzled everyone present. Did he still want to participate in the first round of eliminations at this time

"It's been half a day and he's just gone now. He's overestimating himself." Someone said disdainfully.

"Looking at the expressions of several venerables in Shura Palace, they seem to have great confidence in this person. Maybe a miracle will happen. Let's wait and see!" Some people are quite looking forward to it, because they no longer have any hope for the competition and can only watch the show from the sidelines. Of course, the more lively and exciting the show is, the better it will be.

After a while, Wu Tian came to the edge of the area, glanced deep into his eyes, frowned and said, "Little guy, I'll leave the hunting of monsters to you. I'll go find Long Hu, and come find me after you're done."

After saying that, without waiting for the little fellow to answer, he directly threw the mustard seed bag to it. His figure flashed, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and disappeared into the dense forest.

“Why?”

The little guy was very unhappy. Why did he always have to do such bad things? It was so unfair. After complaining for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stared at the woods, with his chin supported by his paws, as if he was calculating something. After a while, he smiled, spread his wings, and merged into the dense forest.

The beautiful woman had described the situation in the elimination round, so Wutan was very worried that Longhu would encounter an accident. After all, there were only two people left in the village.

Although there are many monsters on the edge of the Dragon God Mountains, they are not a big threat to Wutan. What's more, he now has the Wind God Boots, which make him incredibly fast. The power of wind swirls around, and when he passes by other people or monsters, it is just like a gust of wind blowing by.

Along the way, he met many people. Some died at the claws of monsters and became food. Some people formed teams to take shortcuts, killing people and looting. However, Wutan ignored them. Even when he saw people from Shura Palace being hunted or torn apart by monsters, he did not help.

After half an hour, Wutan came to a desolate forest with towering ancient trees and lush branches and leaves. Dozens of people could not surround it. It was dark and damp inside, with mist rising.

He hid in an ancient tree, looking down, frowning and his eyes flickering.

Below them, there were more than a dozen people fighting frantically, their essence gushing out, shaking all directions, ancient trees swaying, leaves falling, it was truly ferocious!

However, they had one thing in common: there was thick black fog surrounding the dozen or so people, looking sinister and eerie!

Among them was a big man, who was taller than an ordinary person, tall and burly, with a rough appearance. Black mist kept spewing out of his body, and with a head of turbulent black hair, he looked like a peerless demon king.

This person is Long Hu.

Wutan tracked the aura all the way and finally found him here, but what surprised him was that Longhu was fighting against more than a dozen people alone, but he was not at a disadvantage. His punches and kicks were fierce and powerful, and every time he attacked, someone would be injured!

Moreover, the people who were fighting with Long Hu were all wearing the same clothes as him, which meant that these people were his fellow disciples. If they were his fellow disciples, why would Long Hu fight with them

This made Wutan very curious, so when he saw that Longhu was not in danger, he hid in the ancient tree and watched quietly.

After the New Year, Long Hu was only fifteen years old, but he was really burly. He swung out his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and his essence gushed out with great power. A young man in purple took his palm head-on and immediately vomited blood from his mouth and turned pale!

"Long Hu, are you crazy? Why are you attacking us?" Upon seeing this, the faces of the other dozen people changed. They protected the young man in purple behind them, confused and angry.

"Hehe, I'm crazy. You all will die today. If you want to blame someone, blame that beast Huo Shi." Long Hu licked his lips, his voice was cold and murderous.

With a few whooshes, he rushed forward and punched out. Black mist emerged and the power surged. One of the men's body exploded immediately and was absorbed by the black mist in an instant, without even a bone left.

"You have practiced the complete Soul Devouring Grimoire?!"

Seeing this, more than a dozen people were horrified. The Soul-Devouring Demonic Book was regarded as a holy object by the sect leader. His disciples would only be taught the first level of cultivation method at most. After practicing it, they would be able to possess great magical powers and refine the flesh and blood of living beings to strengthen their bodies, but the same could not be done for bones.

However, Long Hu even refined his bone marrow, which was enough to prove that he had practiced the entire Soul Devouring Demonic Scripture.

"No wonder you were able to break through to the Perfection Stage of Expanding Meridians in just half a year."

A dozen people were surprised and terrified. They knew better than anyone else the power of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Scripture. The achievements of those who practiced a part of it could not be compared with those who practiced the whole thing.

"Master Huo wanted me to deal with Wutan, so he taught me the entire Soul-Devouring Demonic Book. But he didn't expect that I had known his tricks for a long time, and I also knew that the people in the village were killed by Huo Shi. The reason why I pretended not to know was to slowly destroy the Huoyun Sect and avenge my parents and the villagers who were unjustly killed in the village. You are just the first step, and it will soon be the turn of others." Long Hu grinned.

Then he took a step forward, and his strong and powerful thigh swept out suddenly, breaking a huge rock into pieces. Several disciples of Huoyun Sect died on the spot, and black mist surged, like a demon that eats people without leaving any bones. Only a few pieces of clothes fell down!

"I see, Long Hu, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."

Inside the ancient tree, Wutan murmured, and then left quietly. He did not go down. Since Longhu had his own plan, why bother to expose it? Besides, both of them were from Long Village. What qualifications did he have to stop Longhu from avenging the village

After leaving, Wutan followed the connection between souls and quickly found the little guy.

Ever since Xiaotian broke through to the Hundred Dynasties period, some subtle changes have taken place in certain aspects. For example, as long as the little guy is within a thousand miles, Wutan can sense it clearly, and has a feeling of telepathy. It seems that they can understand each other's thoughts without speaking.

When he saw what the little guy did, Wutan couldn't help but laugh.

It did not attack the monsters, but went straight for those who formed teams to kill people and loot. It killed them swiftly, snatched their mustard seed bags, and then happily counted the spoils.

"So that's how you hunt."

"It's easier this way. Look, in just a short while, there are already more than fifty of them. If we kill them one by one, it will be very troublesome!" The little guy grinned and then asked in confusion: "Why are you back so soon?"

After hearing Wu Tian's simple narration, the little fellow nodded and said, "I thought this kid was honest, but I didn't expect he had so many tricks in his heart. Although he is a little overconfident, his behavior is commendable. Let's go, we still have half of it to go, let's finish it quickly so that I can go to sleep."

In a dense forest, there were about twenty people lying there, breathing weakly and with restrained aura. There were bushes all around them, about five or six feet high, and it would be difficult to find them if one was not paying attention.

They were just a temporary team, hunting their own kind, robbing property, hiding here and waiting for opportunities, but they were very unlucky as they encountered this little monster with a sensitive nose, the little guy.

boom…

The two men rushed out, their methods were simple and neat, violent and bloody. More than twenty people died on the spot before they could react, and no one was left alive.

"Haha, these losers are pretty strong, there are more than eighty of them in total." The little guy put all the spoils into the mustard bag, raised his head and sighed, "Frog Master is really a genius, those damn geniuses took half a day to complete it, but I only took half an hour. Sigh, I am invincible, lonely as snow, I am looking for an opponent!"

“How shameless!”

No matter how calm a person is, they will find this kind of attitude contemptuous.

A new year, a new journey, I wish all authors, all book friends, all friends who are not book friends, and the staff of Chuangshi. Editor-in-charge Biscuit, Chief Editor Taishan, everyone has a happy new year, everything goes well, a safe life, a rolling source of wealth, and endless good luck with women, both men and women.

(End of this chapter)