"Who are you?"
"Luo... Jia..."
"You want to fight me?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Slaughter World's mouth.
"Anyone who stands in the way of my master will die!"
"Just you?" Slaughter the World still smiled disdainfully. "Your body has long been wiped out. Now you are just a soul awakened by Shura equipment. Even your weapons and equipment are just in the form of a soul. Now you can only exist relying on Shura equipment. Once you die in battle, you will truly and completely die, with no possibility of appearing again."
Without any hesitation, Luojia raised the bloody sword in his hand - Shura's Death. Although the words "Slaughter the World" said everything about him, and although Slaughter the World exuded an aura that he could not match, he did not show the slightest shock or flinch, let alone fear, because he... was gone. emotion.
"Hey, although you are very powerful, you are just a little ant in front of me!" Slaughter Renjian snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared, as if he didn't bother to fight with him.
"Shura, although your attack power is a hundred times better than mine, there is no way you can defeat me! I'm waiting for you to give me a bigger surprise."
In the past, she had dismissed the one-year appointment and only had a little fantasy in her heart. Now, her heart is full of expectations. Shura's powerful footsteps were far faster than she expected.
The hoarse voice floating in the air faded. The target disappeared, Luojia turned around, Shura's phantom eyes shot out two points of scarlet light, just like his "master" - Shura.
"Master." Luo Jia shouted indifferently, his face as stiff as stone, and it seemed that he would never have any emotional fluctuations.
Shura didn't even look at her, and before he made any move, Luo Jia turned into a crimson light and was taken back by him, integrating into Shura's equipment.
The extremely oppressive atmosphere relaxed a bit, and Shura walked towards the north with an expressionless face. Before sunset, he could reach Sunset City, the only surviving main city in the Japanese continent.
"You...are you Luojia?"
Feeling the aura similar to Shura's, Xuanyuan Wan'er asked nervously. After Luojia was taken back by Shura, she felt his soul and tried to communicate with his soul.
"I am."
Soon, a cold and ruthless voice gave her an answer.
After receiving Luo Jia's reply, Xuanyuan Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief and said anxiously: "Aren't you already dead? Why do you appear again?"
"My body is dead, but my soul is not destroyed. The God of Death has preserved my soul with its powerful power. The moment the power of Shura merges again is the time when my soul awakens."
Luo Jia's voice did not contain any human emotion, nor was there any concealment. They both belong to the same master, and there is nothing he cannot tell them.
"But, aren't you Shura... Why are you conscious, why can you stay awake."
Nervousness, hope... Luojia's sobriety made her seem to see the hope of awakening Shura. He was also Shura, but he could act rationally, speak rationally, and answer rationally. She is not like her "Brother Feng" who only knows about killing and forgets everything.
"Because... I'm already dead."
Xuanyuan Wan'er: "..."
"To become a true Shura, you must first go through purgatory-like baptism and the greatest suffering in the world. Shura will bear endless pain and hatred throughout his life. Killing is Shura's only goal. Only the purgatory of blood can cleanse the pain. soul. And I... am dead, leaving only a soul built with the power of death. As a result, I have no emotions, and I have lost the shackles that Shura must bear. Therefore, although I have lost the heart of Shura, I am still intact. It retains the power of Shura."
At that time, his parents died tragically, his wife and children were tortured and killed, and he fell into the abyss of pain. After despair again and again, he fell into the Shura Tao 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 plain. Horrible, as if coming from the mouth of a dead person. Without emotion, he no longer had any pain, and was completely free because of it. The only reason for his existence was to wake up his master.
"Death... recast the soul... no..." The little bit of hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished, and Xuanyuan Wan'er shook her head in pain. How could she allow him to be left with only a broken soul and no body.
"You were once Shura... 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 a complete stranger, Xuanyuan Wan'er Delicate and ready to cry. My heart felt like needles pricking me. In these few days, she had cried countless times.
"Yes." Luo Jia replied coldly.
The soft sobbing suddenly stopped, and Xuanyuan Wan'er stayed for a while, as if she still couldn't believe the sudden surprise. After a while, she came and trembled and sobbed: "What method... What method is it, tell me quickly! "
"Eliminate the source of his pain and regain everything he has lost."
Xuanyuan Wan'er was stunned... The source of pain, everything lost... Sister Feng Yao...
"But... she is dead, dead... she will never come back..." Xuanyuan Wan'er whispered blankly.
Luo Jia was silent.
"How can the dead come back, how can they be resurrected..."
The sound suddenly stopped, and it was deathly quiet.
"Resurrection...resurrection...resurrection..."
As if in a dream, Xuanyuan Wan'er repeated these two words in a low voice as if she was lost in thought, 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... How can I... endure the pain of reincarnation for fifty thousand years..."
"But, Brother Feng..."
"Brother Feng..."
"Wow!!!"
In the vast sea of consciousness, she shrank her body, buried her head in her knees, and cried weakly and helplessly. The painful decision made her so distressed that she could hardly breathe.
On one side is the entire heaven, where there are her mother, her friends, and countless immortal uncles and aunts who like her, and on the other side are her brother Feng and sister Feng Yao. This choice that should have been extremely simple actually made her feel so painful. Thousands of arrows pierce the heart.
…
The sun was setting, and it was almost dusk in the real world. In the past few hours, Shura was bleeding all the way, harvesting every living thing that appeared in his sight. Xuanyuan Wan'er seemed to be numb to this. Tired from crying, she fell into a deep sleep. In her sleep, crystal drops of water kept falling from the corners of her eyes.
In front of you is the sunset city.
When Shura appeared a thousand meters away in front of the city gate, city guards and various Japanese masters all over the mountains were already waiting for him.
Shura has infinitely trampled on the bottom line of what they can bear. If they don't fight with all their strength, Japan will be completely destroyed by Shura.
Compared with the disaster that the Tianlong Continent encountered from the Demon King, the disaster that the Japanese Continent is experiencing is far more miserable than the mainland back then. Although the demons are strong and the demon soldiers are numerous, they are not unstoppable. As for Shura, he is like an extremely sharp bloody sword, ravaging Japan's already riddled body. Even the strongest protective barrier, Amaterasu, was cut in half by him. What else can stop him? footsteps.
All blocks, all struggles, and resistances are like a piece of white paper that can be broken in front of his terrifying strength. Really unbridled.
At the command, the crowd jumped into action, and countless offensive props were thrown at Shura. In order to stop him as much as possible, Sunset City, which had learned from the mistakes of Imperial City and Sunrise City, did not hesitate to use all of its own. The offensive props are extremely powerful, including some forbidden spell-level attack scrolls, and even some extremely precious props handed down from ancient times.
For a moment, lightning flashed and thundered around Shura, the earth collapsed, and the sky tore apart. The superposition of various advanced attack props resulted in a series of several terrifying attacks that were no less powerful than nuclear bomb explosions. The space was shrouded in diffuse sand and dust, and the overlapping sounds almost deafened people's ears.
He spent all his energy, but no one thought it was an exaggeration, because he was Shura.
The sky was filled with dust, which obscured the sight, and the ear-splitting roar drowned the hearing. After explosions again and again, and various sounds of piercing the sky, the extremely chaotic sounds finally began to calm down. The front was still gray. The terrifying attack just now was definitely enough to easily flatten a mountain.
The city guards finally breathed a small sigh of relief. They clearly saw the terrifying wave of attacks just now distorting the air, destroying the earth, and completely engulfing Shura's body. This kind of power is enough to destroy everything. Even Shura is absolutely impossible to resist... right...
They desperately tried to protect themselves, desperately thinking that Shura had been buried in it, but what was that depressing feeling that almost suffocated them... Was it because of the huge power that had not completely dissipated, or...
Step on... step on...
In the chaotic atmosphere, one person's footsteps should have been completely drowned out and not noticed by anyone, but everyone present clearly heard the same heavy footsteps. The footsteps seemed to ring from the bottom of their hearts. Step on their hearts step by step, making their heart beat faster and faster.
The sand and dust became lighter and lighter, and suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the foggy front, getting closer and closer. The indifferent expression, the dead breath, and the even pace, as if the terrifying attack that could annihilate everything just now was just an illusion and did not cause even a trace of harm to him.
The city guards all gasped, and a gloomy chill ran through their bodies.
They seemed to have seen the real devil.
The leader of the city guard gritted his teeth: "Go!"
The city guards' ambition to protect their homeland had been mostly dispelled by fear and shock, and there was no morale at all. However, despite this, the loud shouts of nearly ten thousand people were enough to be described as "shaking the sky." But soon, the shrill screams easily overwhelmed the shouts of the team...
No matter how many people there are, they cannot pose any threat to Shura. They will soon understand that they are not trying to stop, but to die.
In just a few days, Shura's hands had been stained with so much blood that they could not imagine, because it was a number that made them shudder and they would never believe it.
The massacre of a city by one person has never happened before in the history of Japan, but now it has encountered one wave after another.
Who can defeat this demon and save the Japanese continent...
The supreme Amaterasu? He died, died by Shura's sword.
The only legendary sacred beast, Yamato no Orochi? Is it good or evil? Where are you again? And whether he really has the ability to drive away Shura.