Chapter 2: Asura Palace
"Of course I'm not dead."
Looking at Leng Qiutian, Li Mushen looked indifferent, his eyes were calm and deep.
"It's okay if you don't die! A waste person can't become a great atmosphere after all!"
"Li Mushen, as the Holy Son of Shura in the Asura Holy Land, you have now become a cripple, and now you are no longer qualified to be the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Asura!"
"So, that's your purpose."
Leng Qiutian sneered, "Successful and defeated, the world of immortals and gods is so cruel!"
Leng Qiutian didn't make any cover up and spoke directly to Li Mushen.
That's right, Leng Qiutian has long coveted the position of the holy son of Li Mushen, so when Li Mushen went to complete the task, he deliberately colluded with the holy maiden of Yaochi in the holy land of Yaochi, and let her be trapped, robbed of her precious blood, and destroyed. His cultivation made him completely a waste!
Three days ago, when he returned to the Asura Holy Land, Li Mushen had been severely injured and was on the verge of death.
"What a winner and loser." Li Mushen was expressionless as he spoke slowly, not showing the slightest anger towards the person who wanted to kill him in front of him.
"Since you're not dead, then follow me to the Shura Emperor's Palace and meet the Holy Master. Today is the time to abolish your status as a Holy Son!"
Looking at Li Mushen, Leng Qiutian sneered.
"The Holy Master of Shura Holy Land?"
Li Mushen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said.
"Li Mushen, since you wake up, don't hurry with me, or I will kill you under the sword now!"
Looking at Li Mushen, killing intent appeared in Leng Qiutian's eyes.
"Beheading the sword?"
Li Mushen's eyes narrowed, and his eyes fell on Leng Qiutian's body like icy cold swords.
A cold air couldn't help but rise from the bottom of my heart.
"Kick, kick, kick...
Leng Qiutian took a few steps back.
Leng Qiutian only felt cold all over his body, and his body trembled slightly.
"Senior Brother Cold!"
"Senior Brother Cold!"
The two behind them rushed forward and supported Leng Qiutian, who had retreated.
"Light of the Firefly, also delusionally want to compete with Haoyue?"
Looking at Leng Qiutian, Li Mushen's eyes were filled with contempt and contempt.
Then, he took his eyes back, turned and walked out of the house.
"Leng Qiutian, you have been living a happy life these days. Whether it's you or the Holy Maiden of Yaochi in the Holy Land of Yaochi, since you want to kill me, there is no reason to let you go."
"Is it the Holy Master of Shura Holy Land? Well, I want to see him too."
Outside the house, a faint voice came, and in the room, Leng Qiutian came back to his senses.
Looking at the empty room with some coldness, Leng Qiutian's face was extremely ugly!
"Senior Brother Leng, are you alright!?"
"Brother Leng...
The two disciples behind him stared at him in surprise.
"roll!"
In the eyes of Leng Qiutian, anger surged to the sky!
"Good Li Mushen, do you still think you are the former Holy Son of Shura? Now you are just a piece of trash. I didn't kill you at the beginning, but when I asked you to come back, I wanted you to watch me helplessly before dying. Take your place as the Asura Son!"
"Since you dare to despise me, then I don't need to spare your life!"
Leng Qiutian released the murderous Lengmang in his eyes, turned and left the house, heading towards the Asura Emperor's Palace.
"After 100,000 years, I didn't expect that everything has already changed, and the Asura Holy Land has fallen, and it has long lost its former glory."
"Since I've been reborn, all I have to do now is to rise again and come back to the peak."
"This time, I must break this soaring divine calamity, leave the world of immortals and gods, and go to see what kind of world is outside?"
Walking on the road, Li Mushen's eyes shone brightly, dazzling like the stars in the sky.
About a quarter of an hour later, a large hall appeared in front of Li Mushen.
"Asura Emperor Palace."
Looking at the hall in front of me, it was not much different from what I remembered, but it lost its former glory.
Li Mushen vaguely remembers that he once ascended to the throne of God, suppressed the heavens, and made all ethnic groups bow their heads and surrender!
Everything seems to be yesterday.
Entering the hall, there is a statue in the center.
That is a sturdy, majestic, cold and handsome man who despised the sky.
This statue is the first Holy Master of the Asura Holy Land, a legendary mythical figure who has fallen for 100,000 years - Emperor Asura!
"The Holy Son of Shura is here."
"Hmph, from today onwards, I'm afraid that he will no longer be the Holy Son of Shura, but just a piece of trash!"
"Unfortunately, the dragon's precious blood in his body was taken by the holy maiden of Yaochi in the holy land of Yaochi, and his cultivation base is completely ruined. Otherwise, he has a great chance to become the next holy master of the holy land of Shura."
"Thinking to be the Holy Son of Shura Holy Land, so arrogant and arrogant, dare to provoke the Holy Maiden of Yaochi?"
"This is causing disaster to the Asura Holy Land!"
"...
As Li Mushen entered the Shura Emperor's Palace, there were discussions.
In an instant, a dozen eyes fell on Li Mushen's body.
They have different expressions, with sneer, contempt, anger, etc. in their eyes.