Chapter 930 Unveiling

Chapter 930 Unveiling

"it's me."

A young man stepped out of the shadows.

Tall in stature.

One horn, erect eyes.

The Shura war marks seemed to be born naturally on his body.

The visitor was wearing a smart outfit, simple and unassuming.

His face is handsome.

This face made the monk sitting cross-legged in the formation slightly lost his mind and sighed: "It looks like."

so similar.

Like who?

That depends on Luo Yangwu's identity.

Since he is the young master of the Asura clan, he is now the minor leader of the great sect.

Having experienced blood tests and soul tests, he must be like his father, the former leader of the great religion and the pinnacle saint of the Asura clan, Luo Tianfeng.

The monks in the formation were surprised by this person coming.

"It turns out that the leader is here in person. Please forgive me for not being able to stand up and salute."

The monk handed over his hand.

He didn't say why he couldn't get up. Except for a hint of imperceptible complexity, his words were all indifferent. It was a kind of magnanimity, and it also showed that there was nothing he couldn't say to others.

"Of course you can't get up."

The monk was stunned.

It seemed that he didn't know why the little leader came to his palace at this moment and said such words.

The voice sounded cold.

There is no kindness at all.

"Because you are injured."

"Luo Ganjing!"

Luo Ganjing was furious.

For many years no one dared to call him by his first name.

Calling this kid the leader is for the sake of courtesy, so as not to affect the king's plan. I don't expect this little kid to be so ignorant of etiquette. Could he really think that he is the leader of the Asura tribe?

"How brave!"

Luo Ganjing was furious and could not help but look gloomy at the same time.

He sensed something was wrong.

The injury was a secret, and he only showed up during the king's banquet. How could he be noticed by the little leader so easily.

There was absolutely no need for the little leader to reveal his injury in front of him.

"How brave you are to pretend to be the leader of our religion."

"explain."

"who are you?"

Luo Ganjing stared at the visitor.

He didn't think it was the little leader who appeared in front of him. Someone should have pretended to be the little leader and came here. However, he didn't know what the other person meant and why he did this.

Luo Tianfeng said coldly: "You don't need to know who I am."

"I'm here to borrow something from you."

Luo Ganjing frowned: "What?"

"Your life."

"you wanna die!"

Why didn't Luo Ganjing know that the other party was playing a trick on him, so there was no need to talk properly.

"If you don't want to say it, let me kill you completely, peel off your mask, and find out which bold person is pretending to be the leader of our clan."

Luo Tianfeng laughed loudly, and with a move of Xuan Gong, vigorous mana was stimulated.

INT An iron rod appears in the wide world.

It was not a stick, but a mace that was as black as night, about ten feet long, and although it was ink, it had a mighty light, like the Ming King's pestle in hell.

"Luo Ganjing, what do you think this is?"

Luo Ganjing was shocked.

If you look closely, it becomes even more eclipsed.

This is a magic weapon.

Not the usual words used to praise weapons and magic weapons, but undoubted magic weapons.

This magical weapon was even more representative. He originally thought that he would never see this magical weapon appear again in this life, because they had already taken action to kill the owner of the magical weapon.

A total of twenty-eight people participated in that battle.

There are not only Asura monks, but also monks from other major clans, as well as human monks.

Only after they took action did they realize how terrifying Luo Tianfeng was.

As the top great sage, Luo Tianfeng was able to withstand the siege of a group of monks and kill twelve people in a row!

Finally, there was an unfamiliar top saint. After their siege and exhaustion of Luo Tianfeng's strength, he took action and chopped off Luo Tianfeng's head.

In that battle, he was seriously injured.

It will take many years to recover less than half.

However, he does not regret his action back then.

Luo Tianfeng was indeed powerful and terrifying. With one mace, he made everyone in the northern and southern realms calm down, and even beat the surrounding foreigners to the point where they dared not speak out in anger.

However, those who commit unjust acts will be punished by themselves. His arrogance has made it impossible for his own people to tolerate him.

People will die at every turn and will be cast under his shadow.

What he was interested in was something that no one else had the qualifications to even take a look at, let alone the broadmindedness that a leader should have.

Gusu Cuiguang is not a replica of Luo Tianfeng, not even a weakened version.

Just like this, there are already many tribesmen who cannot tolerate Gusu Cuiguang.

However, this does not mean that Luo Ganjing is not afraid of this mace.

Now seeing this magic weapon again, Luo Ganjing's expression was complicated.

There is fear, hesitation, sadness and joy.

The top monks and the top saints will still turn into a handful of loess when they should turn into a handful of loess.

They did not cut off the Tianzhu themselves, but cut off the shackles that bound the Asura clan.

They are not sinners, but rather rebels on the road to redemption.

"Magic weapon."

"Sky strike!"

Luo Ganjing softly recited the name of this magic weapon.

Then he looked at Luo Yangwu, who was walking towards him, and said calmly: "So you already know? I thought someone was pretending to be the leader, but it turns out that the leader wants to seek revenge on me."

"Killing for life is a matter of course."

"yes."

Luo Ganjing's face suddenly turned cold, with a hint of grief and unspeakable curses on his face, and he shouted sternly: "It is only right to kill someone to pay for life, and your father deserves to die!"

"Even if it were to happen again, I would do it again, no, not once, but millions of times, and I would still do it."

"Why?!"

"Four hundred years ago, during the Battle of the Westward Expansion, my Taoist companion died in the army because the barrier channel was breached."

"I have long said that more monks should be sent to the Domain Road, but he chose to use this as a bait to lead the Jialuo Clan's major cultivators to block the route, which led to that battle..."

The young monk interrupted Luo Ganjing's words and said, "But that victory was a complete victory!"

Luo Ganjing looked at Luo Yangwu and said, "Do you think this is right?"

"Never wrong."

"It's no wonder that your father's death was caused by the separation of people's hearts."

Luo Ganjing suddenly felt very tired. What was he doing talking to this child about something so long ago?

Maybe he felt unwilling to do so. Even though many people didn't have to die, and even though he could have a better strategy, he still had to follow Luo Tianfeng's plan.

It is said that you can win the biggest victory with the smallest loss.

Is the loss really small?

The visible losses are small, but the invisible losses are great.

Luo Tianfeng's chest was filled with anger.

He led the Asura clan to victory again and again, and gradually approached the top ten clans in the underworld. Why did the clansmen look at him like this, and why couldn't they obey orders.

As long as you listen to him, under his mace, the entire Asura clan will definitely become a top clan.

"Is Luo Tianpeng bound to be a good leader?"

Luo Ganjing said: "The old Heavenly King is the one everyone hopes for."

Luo Tianfeng's anger reached its peak at this moment.

He thought he had done well enough, but he didn't expect that he would be like this in the eyes of his tribe, and even let them place their hopes on an old man.

Even Luo Tianfeng had some doubts that he was really wrong.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"I will definitely be able to come back to life."

"This time, I will completely unify the great religion, lead the great religion to the top, and become the top clan in the underworld."

Luo Tianfeng's eyes were cold and firm.

These people are nothing to fear, nor can they shake his Taoist heart.

On the contrary, without these vacillations, as well as the entangled resistance and established forces, the Asura clan will be a brand new Asura clan.

He is an Asura who can enforce orders and prohibitions completely in his own hands.

Since the top great sage cannot win people's hearts, it means that he is not strong enough.

When he seeks to survive from death and breaks through Dao Lord, everything will be solved.

Luo Tianfeng said in a deep voice: "Luo Qianjing, for my grand plan, please sacrifice your head!"

Waving the mace, the tall young figure raised the magic weapon and pointed at the middle-aged monk who had already stood up from the formation.

Luo Ganjing sneered. He was just a young Shura, but he dared to ask him to give up his head obediently.

Revenge is revenge. There is no need to stand on the commanding heights and say it is for some big plan. Revenge is enough to crush all words and truths. This is the eternal truth.

"who do you think You Are."

"Luo Tianfeng?"

"I originally wanted to write to the King of Heaven to spare your life, but if you insist on seeking death, I will grant your wish!"

"Luo Qianjing, blind your eyes, this is Luo Tianfeng!"

Luo Tianfeng was furious, and his aura of inspiration suddenly burst out. The saint was so majestic, and the divine weapon in his hand seemed to turn into a supreme sacred mountain at this moment, tearing apart the chaotic world and smashing hell to pieces.

Luo Ganjing's expression suddenly changed.

If he doesn't recognize this person, why can't he recognize this mysterious skill and fighting method?

The figure in front of me merged with the figure from that day.

The monk who holds the Sky Strike is worthy of the name of Shura.

He is the war-blooded Shura who came out of hell.

powerful.

fear.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the bones and blood mixed with Gangqi and mana turned into flesh.

That was a stumbling block.

It's also his lingering nightmare.

Unexpectedly, the dead nightmare appeared alive.

Luo Ganjing was horrified.

His wounds seemed to be turning into severe pain at this moment, reminding him fiercely.

Luo Ganjing was frightened, and the wind and lightness on his body suddenly disappeared.

In embarrassment, he even screamed and turned into a ray of light to break through the palace and walk outside. He really wanted to talk to everyone in the Great Sect and tell them that the War-Blooded Shura was still alive.

"impossible!"

"How could he still be alive?"

"I saw with my own eyes that the top saint cut off his head."

Luo Ganjing knew that he would not admit his mistake.

Luo Tianfeng is still alive.

Just as Luo Ganjing was tearing open the space in front of him, a pale palm appeared not far away and was about to strangle his forehead.

To be precise, it was not a palm but a finger. For some unknown reason, that finger easily tore away the aura of his body-protecting Holy Gang.

"Illusion?"

Luo Ganjing was horrified.

He yelled: "My Taoist heart is as strong as iron, how could I be affected by a small illusion?"

"Break it for me!"

boom! ! !

Punch out.

The pale fingers were like pillars of heaven.