Chapter 173: Shura (below)

Shura...
Two words, such as two thunders fell on the heart of Ling Chen.
"Who is... awakened me..."
The heavy voice filled the heavens and the earth, and every word was bombarded on the mind like a boulder. He is Shura...and this is the voice from Shura.
Who awakened him...
"The moon of heaven... is it you?"
The name of the month of the sacred moon appeared in the voice of Shura, and it also shocked Ling Chen. Is the month of sacred awakening Shura? Could it be that the darkness of the previous sacred month was because it sensed the existence of Shura?
However, Shura is not obviously dead! ? Before the 10,000 years ago, it was destroyed by the three goddesses of the Moon Gods! Why now, he appeared in front of him.
"I have died... and you have become so fragile in the ruin. Since... you wake me up... then let me... do the last thing for you..."
The voice of Shura is the heaviest voice that Ling Chen has heard in his life. It is obviously a person who sends out, and the voice is not too big, but it is more shocking than the sound that thousands of people have at the same time. Every time he speaks a word, Ling Chen’s blood and the internal organs will oscillate once. . The voice of Shura he heard, and Dark World Warcraft also heard it. When the last word in Shura’s voice fell, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed.
The wind blew, and the originally dead air suddenly became violent, completely filled with irresistible cruelty and violent breath. A pungent smell permeates into every corner of the space... It is indeed the taste of blood.
Another purple thunder came down from the sky. Through the light of this thunder, he saw the person standing in front of him. This is like a person who has come out of the blood pool soaked for countless years, the blood-colored armor. Bloody hair, face, eyes, and the big sword in the hand that is completely red-stained with blood... It is not their original color, but red by the blood.
One person slaughtered the creatures who forgot one tenth of the mainland. How much blood was contaminated on him, no one could imagine, and there was no courage to imagine. Numerous times of blood, every part of his body has been dyed into the color of blood, and can never be washed.
"Sura...you are Shura!!"
Haoyue can recognize Shura, how can Dark Warcraft not recognize it. It also existed a thousand years ago. Nowadays, after many generations of generations, the souls have forgotten the memory of Shura, and the dark World of Warcraft, which existed from 10,000 years ago to the present, can never forget the most terrible Shura in the world. When it finally remembers the power of who it belongs to, endless fear is filled with all its consciousness.
The air is filled with the smell of blood, which is the only taste that can only be found in the strength of Shura. Dark World of Warcraft found in the endless panic, Shura's killing atmosphere, locked it is actually it.
"Death, become my sword, the last soul."
Ling Chen’s impression of Shura is only through various legends about him, but Dark World of Warcraft, but it has witnessed the terribleness of Shura. Those who have been locked in the breath of Shura have never escaped. Xiu Luo Ming Ming is already dead. Dark Warcraft can't understand why he will appear here anyway. It has existed in the ruins of this month for more than 100 years. How can Shura appear in this place.
Is everything just an illusory nightmare! ?
It’s just that, it’s destined to know the answer. When Shura’s voice rang in his ear, it felt that he was already falling into the bottomless abyss of death.
"what!!!!"
It did not go to Shura, and Shura was the most unrelenting creature in the world. It was the most stupid and ridiculous behavior to Shura. The power of Shura was locked, and Dark Warcraft made a screaming scream, and a black mist of a dozen meters high rushed to the position of Shura, while it itself went crazy in the opposite direction.
Hey! !
The third purple thunder fell, and among the thunder, Ling Chen saw the rushing to cover the dark fog, and the right hand raised by Shura.
Hey!
A crescent moon-shaped arc of light emerges from the sword of Shura, and the straight line shoots into the dark fog from the dark World of Warcraft. Wherever the arc is, all the black mist disappears like a flame that is submerged by the flood. Clean, blink of an eye, the dark World of Warcraft's full-strength blow is so smouldering, the blood-colored arc continues to move forward, bombarding the dark World of Warcraft.
"what!!!!!!"-
9980000.
The screaming sharpness almost caused the eardrum to tear, and the number of injuries that floated under the blood arc, Ling Chen saw clearly.
And this is just a random blow from Shura... With a single blow, the attack of Dark World of Warcraft is eliminated invisible, and it is almost a million fears.
Hey! !
The fourth thunder robbery fell, and in the thunder, Ling Chen found that Shura had disappeared in front of himself, and a beautiful blood flower, but bloomed in the position of the former World of Warcraft.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!!"
That is what a desperate cry, desperate to let the air can not bear and tremble.
"Sura kills the world..." Ling Chen’s brain rang the sound of Haoyue: "Dark World of Warcraft, dead."
The last scream of Dark World of Warcraft has only the remaining sound, until the rest of the sound is completely dissipated, and then there is no sound from it. The blooming blood flower is the last life of the dark World of Warcraft. Ling Chen did not see Shura’s movements. He did not see how it destroyed the Dark World of Warcraft. He only knew that Dark World of Warcraft was dead and died under the sword of Shura.
On the Lonely Spirit Ridge, Warcraft died under the fire of Jiuyang of Qiling, but it was a blow that was released at the expense of annihilating one's own life. It was the life of the spirit. Dark World of Warcraft is so powerful, with the power of the gods that make people look up to fear, except for the few holy destroyers, who can destroy it? Even if it is the Spirit of the Holy Ghost, it is impossible to destroy it in a short time.
In the face of Shura, it did not even have the opportunity to resist, and it was so devastating.
Is he really the Shura?
This is... the power of Shura?
Ling Chen’s inner shock is hard to add, which is almost the most powerful visual and psychological impact he has ever suffered in his life. He is the Shura, who has dyed countless blood in one hand and killed one tenth of the mainland. It is the Shura that caused the suffering of the whole continent and the fear of the whole life. It is the highest goddess of the Moon Goddess and the Shurao defeated by the Taixu Dragon God. It is the legend that exceeds the level of God, known as the strongest soul of Shura!
Dark World of Warcraft died, the amount of violent violence and smell in the air began to dissipate quickly in a cool wind.
Gradually, the darkness in front of Ling Chen began to slowly dissipate, and more and more light began to appear in the line of sight. The pressure from Shura that made him unable to breathe quickly disappeared.
The thunderous robbery from the sky finally stopped raging.
This is... Is Shura going to leave?
The arrival of Shura, the light of the light is scattered, the world is dim, Shura recovers the power, and the light comes. This is a terrorist force that can be completely influenced and controlled by nature. A force that transcends human imagination and can only exist in myths and legends.
After listening to a lot of Ling Chen’s rumors, it’s really horrible to start to understand the power of Shura.
"Hey, isn't Shura clearly dead?" Ling Chen closed his eyes and tried to calm his heart.
"Sura, it is indeed dead, and now Shura is awakened by the moon of heaven." Haoyue replied.
"What do you mean?"
"You will understand soon... All this is completely beyond my expectation. I didn't think of it... No one expected that the month of the sacred moon was not destroyed, even Shura left. The last trace of the remnant. But this is more, a surprise of the sky. Because the dark World of Warcraft is dead! It is dead, the crisis exposed by the sacred month will be gone. In addition, there is a moon in your body. Shura will not hurt you."
Ling Chen was silent. After a few seconds, he suddenly said: "Yueyue, you honestly answered me, the last master of the month of the sacred moon, is it Shura? In the past, let the 'Red Skeleton Sword' break into the evil of Shurao. ', is it the month of the sacred?"
"Yes." Haoyue answered.
Ling Chen: "..."
In a flash, countless thoughts wrap around Ling Chen’s mind, about the legends of Shura, what he said that he has not fully understood, and the time that has often appeared in his mind. The question, and the sentence in the attribute information of the sacred month, "the way to repair the Luo, can not look back, determined to go, will be condemned", at this moment, seems to have found the answer.
The moon of sacred... Shura...
In the calm, Ling Chen opened his eyes. In front of me, it is the same ruin of the Luna, which is exactly the same as before. There is no strangeness around it. The atmosphere of Shura has disappeared. Everything is like a dream.
Ling Chen's line of sight is offset, in the right hand direction, he saw a person, a hand-held sword, body blood, like an ice sculpture, standing there and motionless, he is watching Ling Chen. The whistle of the moon in the ruins of the moon, but his hair and broken clothes are as silky as his body.
Shura...
Taking a deep breath, Ling Chen walked over to him.
Before today, Ling Chen never thought that he would see the most terrible person in the history of the forgotten continent, and even less likely to think that he would have a face-to-face dialogue with him.
With the fall of the last footstep, Ling Chen stood in front of Shura, close to it, and the pungent blood smell from his body made him vomit. Even if he already knew that he was the Shura who had already died, he still asked what seemed to be redundant: "You are... Shura?"
"Do not!"
The heavy voice fell in Ling Chen's ear, but it was a sinister negative answer.
Xiu Luo’s face is expressionless, and he is clearly making a sound, but he can’t see the movement of his lips:
Sura’s pride and desperation, the only purpose of survival and destruction, will not speak with anyone, nor will it be in any sight. The souls of the souls are merciful and compassionate. Shura is the former me. The present me is nothing but a remnant soul awakened by the moon of sacredness. However, it still flows the last power belonging to Shura. After a while, it will completely dissipate. Between heaven and earth, always dissipate..."
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