Asura God

Qin Ming’s consciousness sank into the Dantian Qi Sea, trying to wake up the Asura knife.

A variety of methods can be tried, and the Asura knife is quietly suspended there, with no response.

“How much do you know about Asura?” Qin Ming tried to communicate with the remnant.

“You don’t want to know who your father is?” The soul did not let Qin Ming wait for a long time.

“When you know it, you will naturally know.” Qin Ming is of course curious about the identity of the old man, but there is no need to understand it from the mouth of the remnant.

“The Asura knife is his symbol, accompanying the blood he has traveled for the first half of his life.”

“I don’t care who he is. I don’t care what he did. I only want him to be with me for eight years. You are not going to help me. I have to put it down before the old country. I just want to wake up the Asura knife. .”

“You can’t wake up the Asura knife now, let alone the cultivation Asura knife.”

“Is there a way?”

The remnant soul is silent for a while: “All things have solutions, depending on whether you can afford the price behind.”

“Let’s talk first.”

“How much pain can you bear?”

“You can’t die.”

“Is it better to die?”

“I have suffered more than you have imagined in eight years. I only need result, don’t care about the process.”

Qin Ming really does not care about the pain, the relatives are suffering, the two hundred thousand ancient city people are suffering, if they have a chance to save, he can do whatever it takes!

The Sect Master’s sentence also often rang in his ear, giving him the qualification to make him look good, giving him a reason to be willing to lift the servant.

“Good! A little bit bloody. I can help you activate the Asura knife, but you want to harness the power of it, how much you can control, and see your own tolerance.”

Qin Ming is ready: “Come on!!”

“Feel the power of the Asura knife. It has caused the world to float blood, and Qianxiong surrendered.” The soul whispered, there was a kind of pilgrimage in the whisper.

Qin Ming is frowning and guarding.

Above the sea of ​​Dantian Qi, the silent eyes are open, and a mighty soul is filled.

Hey! ! Asura’s knife screamed fiercely, not the previous vibration, not the previous black Qi, but the fierceness of the stock to the golden cracked stone, brittle and fierce, provoked in the Dantian Qi Hai and Qin Ming.

Qin Ming The eardrum lost its hearing in an instant, and the consciousness was shocked. The inside of Dantian was turbulent and the sea was turbulent. The mighty Qi was tumbling, and the wild rushed out of Dantian, rushing toward the whole body.

Qin Ming is full of sputum, and the seven sputum oozes blood, making a scream of grief. “Wow, ah…”

Asura’s knife is like a black heart. It violently pulsates in the sea of ​​Qi. Hey, every time he beats, it will blow up the horrible black Qi. It is like an endless stream of torrents filled with Dantian, and it rushes to Qin Ming, and goes to the succession. It is a black torrent that is out of control.

The black mist is surging in the whole body, full of flesh and blood, and more stimulating the meridians. It is like a myriad of black knives interspersed throughout the body, and it is painful to break back and forth. Qin Ming is very strong, but at this moment he can’t help but scream. The pain is not the most terrible. The terrible thing is that consciousness is turning around in the sky, as if it is in an endless darkness. Then the consciousness scene suddenly turns and falls to the nightmare scene of the night.

The boundless killing battlefield, the horrible disaster scene, the earth is shaking, and the sky is weeping.

The hurricane raged, the rain poured, the earth tore, and the magma was sprayed.

Tens of thousands of souls are indulging in fighting.

“Hey…”

A huge giant roaring in the sky, sounding the sky, as if the giants of the sky, wielding a thick arm, the whole body Qi flames.

It stands in the vast battlefield of death, venting madness, vying for the male side, and blood flow.

A golden avenue straddles the sky, like a golden torrent of torrents, shining through the world, sprinkling the endless Jinhui. In the depths of the Guanghe River, a heroic fierce squad is a strong enemy. It is a dragon, a golden dragon, and the dragon is so shocking that it sounds like a mountain.

A white woman came to the battlefield, like a nine Celestial Immortal woman, a crown of celestial beings, in the endless killing world, she seems to be out of place, but waved, the mountain and river diverted, the rivers and rivers turn, a round of moon stretched behind her, inside Terrorous roar, horrified battlefield, let countless strong people aversion. The three-headed scorpion’s monster smashes the full moon, as if from the alienation space, boiling the vast killing power, driving on the battlefield.

“Kill!!” In front of the woman’s fingers, the voice is exquisite and sweet, but it contains Qi that is endless.

The three-headed monsters are hoarse and roaring, running wild in the air, as if to break the space.

In front of the battlefield, a young man walked into the sky. He was full of white hair and his cheeks were tender and strange. He seemed to be an endless black hole. He was a kilometer, shocked, and rushed to the three monsters with amazing killing power.

On the edge of the battlefield, thousands of black robe geeks slammed the thunder hammers in stilts. They hung chains around them and pulled out a 10,000-meter stone sarcophagus from the ground.

The bang, the sarcophagus trembled, and there seemed to be a worldly magical thing to return to the world.

This is simply a world of killing, blood-stained rivers, and sounds thousands of miles.

Killing, madness, disaster, and all kinds of horror scenes are overwhelmingly colliding.

All of this is filled with Qin Ming’s consciousness, as if it is happening by the side, to drown him.

pain! Unspeakable pain is swallowing his soul.

Suddenly, in the depths of the battlefield, a black light appeared, it did not look prominent, but in the moment of emergence, the endless black tide, the heavens and the earth… suddenly dark… everything is broken…

Qin Ming was awakened, half squatted on the ground, the heads out of the gives out, violently breathing, sweating all over the body, his eyes swaying slightly.

The nightmare scene is so real and so illusory.

It seems to have been a long time, and it seems to have passed away in my mind.

“This is Asura killing!”

“You want to cultivate the Asura knife, first to bear the killing and madness in the Asura killing world.”

“Every time you try, you will die.”

“You… dare to continue?”

The soul of the remnant sounds, a little awakening Qin Ming.

At this time, Yue Qing Cai Yi walked into the dungeon and wanted to visit Qin Ming. Suddenly, she heard the sorrow of the desperate despair in the depths of the earth. The two women’s faces changed slightly, is Qin Ming?

“We didn’t do anything!” The guardian disciples quickly waved, and they did not deliberately torture him except to limit Qin Ming’s food.

“If Qin Ming has three long and two short, I am asking for you!” Cai Yi Jiao Yan, followed Yue Qing and walked to the ground.

The guardian disciples wanted to block, after all, the dungeon clearly stated that no one can visit during the confinement, but… who dares to stop Yue Qing?

Qin Ming was placed on the fifth floor of the underground. He was the only one in the spacious cage.

It was dark and damp, full of stench, and two torches hung around the door to prop up the swaying light.

When they came down, Qin Ming was half-squatting there, looking terrible, and trying to control the pain of consciousness and body.

“What happened to you?” Yue Qing and suspicion were scared by his appearance.

Qin Ming raised the head, the eyes are full of bloodshot, killing intent has not subsided.

“Young Master Qin! You…” Cai Yi grabbed his mouth.

Qin Ming shook his head hard, slowed down for a while, and took control of the consciousness. After seeing the two women, they squeezed a smile: “The cultivation is a bit wrong, nothing, it will be good soon.”

“What are you doing cultivation?” Yue Qing feels wrong, what kind of martial law can torture Qin Ming into this? How to see how you want to go to the fire. She wants to open the door, but the guards have not followed, no key.

“It’s okay, cultivation… um… the sword is broken, it was shocked, I will be fine soon.”

Yue Qing complained: “Do you have to provoke Zhang Dong? To manage things, toss yourself into this.”

“I want to find a quiet place cultivation, which is quite suitable.” Qin Ming tried to keep a smile.

“Are you really okay?” Cai Yi looked at Qin Ming and was a little scared.

“Nothing, my life is hard.” Qin Ming stood up and patted the weeds: “How come you?”

Yue Qing looked at Qin Ming and didn’t talk.

Qin Ming shrugged and moved his body: “It’s okay, who is cultivation yet? Don’t worry about me.”

Yue Qing was very helpless to him: “I have to go out with my master.”

“Yeah, it’s time.” Qin Ming took out the top stone from his arms and sneaked: “Or? I still have it.”

Yue Qing was teased by him, but his face was slightly dim and hesitated for a while: “The quota for the eight tea parties is set.”

“What? So fast?”

Yue Qing didn’t dare to look at the loss in Qin Ming’s eyes: “The age of the eight tea parties is under 18 years old. Don’t be sad, try hard for the next one.”

“Who are there?”

“Four Golden Disciple, Tieshanhe, Lingxue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, Zou Yao, the strongest of the six personal disciples, this is the place proposed by Sect Master, Elders pass all the votes.”

Cai Yi looks at Qin Ming’s face and hesitates: “Mu Cheng entered Profound Martial Realm ten days ago and is accepting the special training of Elder. He will be the most promising discipline for our Azure Cloud Sect.”

Yue Qing Consolation Qin Ming: “Don’t rush to break through the eigth grade. Let’s calm down and firmly anchor the foundation of Spirit Martial Realm. Your Realm has improved too fast in the past six months. Don’t worry too much about Daqingshan, I Master has begun to find ways to improve the environment there.”

Qin Ming smiled and said: “Don’t worry about me, this blow will not crush me. You can go out and practice without worrying about me.”