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Volume 2 Da Luo Fengyun Chapter 287 I am Wuji Yan

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    The big guy who claims to be me is a hundred feet tall. Young warriors from all major forces are as small as ants in front of him. He wears a dark red armor and exudes a tyrannical aura. He is the origin of the Shura battlefield.  The strength seemed to tremble, fearing his majesty.

    There were 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 was powerful,  But the rules of the Shura world are not something he can challenge. If it weren't for the existence of the Magic Hand Forbidden Land to lend a helping hand, he would have at most captured a few more young warriors to give him a tooth sacrifice 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 does not have such a means of penetrating the heavens and the earth. Not to mention that he is not the Great Emperor. Even if he has already attained enlightenment and become an emperor, it is still wishful thinking to enter the Shura World.  The rules are not set by one great emperor, but by hundreds of great emperors.

    The existence of the Demonic 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. Just because she was in the Shura Realm, she had a huge advantage. However, she was able to suppress her in the Shura Realm.  Those in the Shura world must be supremely powerful, and ordinary emperors cannot achieve this.

    "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 was not very good, they were better because of their youth and strong blood. The environment where he was originally was harsh. He wanted to find a  It is not easy for any living thing to survive. He couldn't help but be excited when he suddenly saw so many living things.

    "By the way, I forgot to tell you my name. Being able to be my sacrifice is actually a blessing earned through your three lifetimes. Listen carefully, I, Wuji Yan, do you think I have great literary talents? Let me tell you  It doesn't matter, Wujiyan was born by me, who made me knowledgeable and talented."

    The head on the left said proudly, very proud of his name. Anyway, the disciples of the major forces had no ability to resist in his heart. Before enjoying the sacrifices, he should first publicize how great he was, and then eat them to let them  Understand that being eaten by oneself 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. You guys  Do you have any opinions?"

    The head on the right side glared fiercely at the young warriors present, with ferocity written all over his face. If any young warrior attacked him, he would definitely be beaten badly by him. Whether it was a warrior in the Heavenly King Realm or a warrior in the Heavenly Lord Realm, it would not matter at all.  It may be his opponent, his realm is far above Tianzun.

    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 advanced, but that Wujiyan's three heads seemed to have three kinds of thinking. The left head liked to brag, and the middle one liked to brag.  The head wants to enjoy the sacrifice, and the head on the right is preparing to take action.

    You can't blame Wuji Yan for this. If you move them to where Wuji Yan is, they might be more neurotic than Wuji Yan. After being alone for a long time, Wuji Yan can only talk to himself. It just so happens that he has three heads. Over time, he becomes  What it looks like now.

    "Do you want to eat us, or do you want to compete with us?"

    Ling Dao asked boldly. The disciples from all the major forces glared at him, wishing to beat him to death. The two suggestions he gave to Wuji Yan were both seeking death. If Ling Dao hadn't used the Asura Saint King's flag before, he had saved his life.  If they were to die, they really wanted to grab Ling Dao by the collar and ask him if he could speak.

    Not to mention that they join forces, even if they mobilize the holy soldiers, they are still no match for Wujiyan. They have extraordinary backgrounds. They have met Tianzun, holy kings, and some have even met Taojun. However, Wujiyan's momentum is more powerful than anything they have ever seen.  All Tianzuns are stronger, even the Holy King is still not as good as Wuji Yan. Some young disciples even feel that Wuji Yan is more powerful than the elders they have seen.

    In other words, Wujiyan is probably a Dao Lord. There is a huge difference between Tianjun and Dao Lord. Even the strongest Tianjun in history is still vulnerable to Dao Lord. No matter how confident they are,  , and didn¡¯t think he could escape under Daojun¡¯s nose.

    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 fully recovered. For Tianjun, it was ridiculously strong, and for Daojun  For a weak and pitiful person, how could a weapon 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, so I just happened to write a few good poems. Why don't I tell you about it, so that you canCome and taste some of them, so that you can know that I am a scholar and heavenly being.  "

    ¡°What are you talking about, bastard, hurry up 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'm not interested."

    The three heads of Wuji Yan actually started arguing, as if three people were quarreling. If they listened to the left head, the disciples of the major forces could survive for a while. If they listened to the middle head, they would enter Wuji Yan now.  stomach, and if they listened to the right side of the head, they would 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 imperial power is, they will definitely not be afraid of a Dao Lord. If they just invite an imperial soldier, they will be able to beat them to the ground. Anyway, they are from different powers, and the alliance is only temporary. Now  Their lives were at stake, and they had long forgotten about forming an alliance.

    "Before we leave, why don't we 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. You are 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."

    Originally, after the Asura tribe warriors escaped, there was a heavenly king who wanted to snatch Ling Dao's Asura Holy King flag. After all, just one Asura Holy King flag is more powerful than the ninety-nine holy weapons. Who doesn't want to take it for himself?  Yes, as for Ling Dao's kindness in saving them, some simply ignored it, while others were prepared to repay it later.

    Unfortunately, the appearance of Wuji Yan disrupted their plan. Ling Dao had already put away the flag of the Holy King of Shura. If they wanted to snatch the flag of the Holy King of Shura, they would have to take action against Ling Dao. A man who could break through the martial arts corridor  The peerless geniuses, even those at the peak of the Heavenly King Realm, are still not easy to deal with. If their recklessness attracts Wuji Yan's attention, it would be wishful thinking for them to escape for their lives.

    There are no fools among the disciples of the major forces, and no one is willing to sit still and wait for death. If they can beat Wuji Yan, they will definitely take action, even if they pay a certain price, but they will not be stupid when there is obviously no chance of winning.  Escape quickly is 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 is not blind. There is no way Wujiyan could not miss them when they ran away. The low-level warriors were just fighting for the high-level warriors.  time, so that they can 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? Is there any trust between living beings?"

    "You are all my sacrifices. How can a cooked duck fly away?"

    "I want you to take action to compete with me, not to run away for your life. Do you have the courage?"

    Although Wujiyan's three heads expressed different meanings, their purpose was the same, which was to retain all the young warriors. The disciples of the major forces still underestimated Wujiyan's methods, even if they fled in different directions,  Still useless.

    The general force 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 fled very fast one by one, but now their speed was greatly reduced, and they were almost as walking as ordinary people. They seemed to be pressed down.  It is surrounded by countless mountains and is incredibly heavy.

    Immediately afterwards, Wujiyan opened his mouth and sucked in the middle of his head. A huge suction force sucked back the young warriors one after another. They fled slowly, and the dozens of warriors closest to Wujiyan were all sucked back one after another.  Wuji Yan sucked it into his stomach. The space in Wuji Yan's stomach was extremely vast. After they entered, they could not come out again and could only wait to die.

    "It's over, do we really want 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 have thought about dying in the hands of disciples from other forces, and I have also thought about dying in the hands of warriors from the Asura tribe, but I have never thought about dying in someone else's belly."

    Wujiyan¡¯s methods made them despair, even if AhThe Luo tribe took out ninety-nine holy weapons, and they still had the courage to continue taking action. But now, facing Wuji Yan, their strength is simply a joke. If the seven chiefs knew the current situation, they would definitely laugh. Such a  Many heavenly warriors were buried with him, and he died without regrets.
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