The big guy who claims to be me is a hundred feet tall, and young warriors from all major forces are as small as ants in front of him. He was wearing a dark red armor, and his whole body exuded a strong aura. The original power of the Shura battlefield seemed to be trembling, fearful of his majesty.
Three huge faces with different expressions, either grinning, confused, or surprised. He never thought that he could come to the Shura Realm. After all, the Shura Realm only allowed warriors below Tianzun to enter. Although he is powerful, the rules of the Shura world are not something he can challenge. If it weren't for the existence of the Demon Hand Forbidden Land to lend a helping hand, the most he could do is capture a few more young warriors and beat them up before the black vortex disappeared.
The person who sealed the Shura clan in the Shura world forever must be the Great Emperor. The Taoist master simply did not have such a means of penetrating the world. Not to mention that he is not the Great Emperor yet, even if he has already attained enlightenment and become an Emperor, it is still wishful thinking to come in. The rules of the Shura world were not set by one great emperor, but by hundreds of great emperors.
The existence of the Magic Hand Forbidden Land is different. Not to mention that in her heyday, she was able to compete with Emperor Ziwei who suppressed three thousand territories. She had a huge advantage in the Shura world alone. However, the one who can suppress her in the Shura world must be a supreme power, and ordinary emperors cannot do it.
"Mine, mine, you are all my sacrifices, no one can escape,"
The big guy's three pairs of eyes swept over one young warrior after another. Although the cultivation of the disciples of the major forces is not very good, they are better because they are young and have strong energy and blood. The environment where he was originally located was harsh, and it was not easy to find a living creature. He couldn't help but be excited when he suddenly saw so many creatures.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you my name. Being able to be my sacrifice is actually a blessing that you have cultivated for three lifetimes. Listen up, I, Wuji Yan, do you think I have great literary talent? Let me tell you It doesn't matter, Wujiyan was born by me, who made me knowledgeable and talented, and I am rich in knowledge."
The head on the left said triumphantly, very proud of his name. Anyway, in his heart, the disciples of the major forces have no ability to resist at all. Before enjoying the sacrifices, he first proclaims how great he is, and then eats them to let them understand that being eaten by him is also an amazing thing.
"I want to eat you, why don't you take action. Come on, come on, you guys are showing off your martial arts. I'll beat you up first and then eat you. It will definitely be more delicious. Don't ask me why, I just have itchy hands. Do you have any opinions?"
The head on the right glared fiercely at the young warriors present, with cruelty written all over his face. If any young warrior attacks him, he will definitely beat him badly. No matter whether it is a Heavenly King realm warrior or a Heavenly Lord realm warrior, it is impossible for him to be his opponent. His realm is far above that of the Heavenly Lord.
Ling Dao and the Great Demon God looked at each other. Wujiyan was completely different from the Asura they had seen before. It was not that Wujiyan was too high, but that Wujiyan's three heads seemed to have three kinds of thinking. The left head likes to brag, the middle head wants to enjoy the sacrifice, and the right head is ready to take action.
This can't be blamed on Wuji Yan. If they were moved to where Wuji Yan was, they might be even more insane than Wuji Yan. In the long-term loneliness, Wujiyan could only talk to himself. He happened to have three heads, and over time, he became what he is now.
"Do you want to eat us, or do you want to compete with us?"
Ling Dao asked boldly, and the disciples from all the major forces looked at him angrily, wishing to beat him to death. The two suggestions he gave to Wuji Yan were both seeking death. If Ling Dao hadn't saved their lives by using the Shura Holy King Flag earlier, they would have really wanted to grab Ling Dao by the collar and ask him if he could speak. .
Let alone them joining forces, even if they mobilize the holy soldiers, they are still no match for Wuji Yan. They came from extraordinary backgrounds and had met the Heavenly Lord, the Holy King, and some even met the Taoist Lord. But Wuji Yan's momentum was stronger than any Heavenly Lord they had ever seen. Even the Holy King was still not as powerful as Wuji Yan. Some young disciples even felt that Wuji Yan was more powerful than the elders they had seen.
In other words, Wujiyan is probably a Taoist king, and the Tianjun and the Taoist king are thousands of miles apart. Even the strongest Tianjun in history is still vulnerable to Taojun. No matter how confident they were, they didn't think they could escape under Dao Lord's eyes.
They mobilized the holy soldiers and could only exert part of the power of the holy soldiers. However, even if the holy soldiers exerted their full power, it was still useless. The holy soldiers have fully recovered. To Tianjun, they are ridiculously strong, but to Daojun, they are weak and pitiful. How could the weapons refined by the Holy King be taken seriously by the Dao Lord
"No, no, no, what's the point of fighting and killing? Why don't we recite poems and compose poems? I have nothing to do, and I happened to write a few good poems. Why don't I tell you about them and let you taste them? Second, so that you can know that I am a scholar and heavenly being,"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry and enjoy the sacrifices. My stomach is already empty. Just let them fill the emptiness in my stomach."
"Shut up, you two. I'm going to have a showdown with them. When I defeat them, whether you want to eat them or discuss poetry with them, I have no interest in it."
Wujiyan's three heads actually began to argue, as if three people were quarreling. If you listen to the left side of the head, the disciples of the major forces can live for a while longer. If you listen to the middle side of the head, they will get into Wujiyan's stomach now. If you listen to the right side of the head, they will have to be beaten first.
"He is very strong and cannot be dealt with by us. Fortunately, his mind is not bright. Otherwise, we can escape now."
"As long as we escape separately, he will definitely be able to catch only a few. Whether we live or die depends on our luck."
"Anyway, we won't stay in the Shura world forever. As soon as the time comes, we will return to our own territory. It doesn't matter whether he can chase us by then. Even if he chases us, we are still not afraid of him."
No matter how bad the emperor's power is, they will definitely not be afraid of a Tao Lord. Just summon any imperial weapon, and you can beat him to death. Anyway, they come from different forces, and the alliance is only temporary. Now that their lives are at stake, they have long forgotten about the alliance.
"Before leaving, do you want to grab the flag of the Holy King of Shura? If we have the flag of the Holy King of Shura, we have nothing to fear from Asura."
"Idiot, it's too late to escape now, and you're still thinking about the flag of the Holy King of Shura. You can think that you have a long life, but don't drag us into the water. We don't want to die, you know."
It turned out that after the warriors of the Asura tribe escaped, a heavenly king wanted to snatch Ling Dao's flag of the Holy King of Asura. After all, just one Shura Holy King Flag is more powerful than ninety-nine holy weapons. Who wouldn't want to keep it for themselves. As for Ling Dao's kindness in saving them, some simply ignored it, while others prepared to repay it later.
Unfortunately, the appearance of Wuji Yan disrupted their plan. Ling Dao has already put away the flag of the Holy King of Shura. If they want to snatch the flag of the Holy King of Shura, they must take action against Ling Dao. A peerless genius who can break through the corridors of martial arts, even if he is only at the peak of the Heavenly King Realm, is still not easy to deal with. If their recklessness attracted Wuji Yan's attention, they would be wishful thinking if they tried to escape.
There is no fool among the disciples of the major forces, and no one is willing to sit back and wait for death. If they can defeat Wuji Yan, they will definitely take action, even if they pay a certain price. However, since there was obviously no chance of winning, they would not be stupid and escape as quickly as possible, which was the right choice.
At the moment of life and death, they no longer care about their junior brothers and sisters, their own lives are the most important. Besides, Wujiyan was not blind, so it was impossible for Wujiyan not to see them when they were escaping. The low-level warriors buy time for the high-level warriors to escape from the tiger's mouth.
"Hey, I haven't told you my poetry yet. Why do you want to run away without saying hello? Do you know how to be polite? There is no trust between living beings."
"You are all my sacrifices. How can a cooked duck fly away?"
"I want you to take action. It's to compete with me. I'm not asking you to run away. Do you have the courage?"
Although Wujiyan's three heads express different meanings, their purpose is the same, which is to retain all young warriors. The disciples of the major forces still underestimated Wujiyan's methods. Even if they fled in different directions, it was still useless.
The general trend of heaven and earth with a radius of five hundred miles suddenly fell, and each of the young warriors felt that the space had become extremely tight. Originally, they were running away very fast, but now their speed has been greatly reduced, and they are almost as fast as ordinary people walking. Their bodies seemed to be weighted by countless mountains, which were incredibly heavy.
Immediately afterwards, Wujiyan's middle head opened his mouth and sucked. A huge suction force sucked back one young warrior after another. They fled slowly, and the dozens of warriors closest to Wuji Yan were sucked into his stomach one after another. The space in Wujiyan's belly was extremely vast. Once they entered, they could not come out and could only wait to die.
"It's over, are we really going to become food in her belly?"
"Who told me that although the Shura world is full of dangers, the most powerful warrior is only the Half-Step Tianzun. If you dare to stand in front of me, I promise not to beat you to death,"
"I thought about dying in the hands of disciples from other forces, and I also thought about dying in the hands of warriors from the Asura tribe, but I never thought about dying in someone else's belly."
Wujiyan's methods made them despair. Even though the Asura tribe had taken out ninety-nine holy weapons before, they still had the courage to continue taking action. But now, facing Wuji Yan, their strength is nothing but a joke. If the seven clan leaders knew the current situation, they would definitely laugh out loud. With so many heavenly warriors being buried with him, he would die without regrets.