Chapter 2500: Azha Pogu

In the underworld, he was looking for a tree of thoughts that was born from the thoughts of countless dead human souls in the legend. In the underworld, on the barren and dead earth, there were originally only two kinds of plants that could survive.
One is the mandala flower. This is a plant watered by the grievances of the dead. One is thorns, which are nourished by the blood and corpses of the dead.
Both of these symbolize death and terror and despair. But in fact, in addition to Datura flowers and thorns, there is also a plant that can grow in the desolate and dead underworld. This plant is called Muluanzi. It is a plant watered by the deceased's longing for those beautiful things in the world, as well as their relatives and friends.
According to legend, it grows in a corner of the underworld. No one, no existence, can destroy it. Not even Pluto. Even if Hades eradicates it, it will not take long before it will be reborn in another corner of the underworld.
It is mankind's longing for beauty and hope. There is no way to eliminate it.
Over the years, Ashmita's biggest and most important task was to find this legendary tree of longing. Unfortunately, it has been so many years. He has been hiding in the underworld, constantly searching, but never found it from beginning to end.
Even some time ago, he was arrested by Azha of the Dikui Star Marshal Ming Wang who has the name of the strongest ghost fighter among the underworld fighters.
Azhabaku is an ancient underworld fighter who has been loyal to Hades since the age of mythology. It's just that, because of his amazing strength, he has been acquiesced by Hades, the king of Hades, and proclaimed himself a god! It exists as one of many ancient gods in the underworld.
His power is inferior to other Underworld Gods at all. The only difference is that he has not yet received the edict of Hades.
The three giants of the underworld possess the strongest names in command of many underworld fighters. But in fact, the real strongest person is Azha Pogu. He occupies a corner of the underworld, and is called brother to other underworld gods. Even the of death Tanathus and the of sleep Shupunos, who are the close servants of Hades, could not drive him.
In tens of thousands of years, Azha Poju has never participated in a holy war. He just has been collecting those wandering souls in the underworld. Until now, he has collected hundreds of millions of souls. He absorbed those souls as his source of strength.
Although he is not a god, those hundreds of millions of souls are equal to his hundreds of millions of lives. If you want to kill him, you must kill him hundreds of millions of times before you can really kill him. He is not a god, but this hand is almost not different from the immortality of the gods. It's even more terrifying.
After the gods are killed once, their spirits will fall into a weakened state, and they must hide in the gods to sleep and slowly recover. Unless there are other gods who give his power to him. And Azha Poju doesn't need it. After he is killed once, he will immediately restore his state of prosperity!
When Ashmita was hiding in the underworld and searching for the wood Luanzi tree, it was this one who stared at him, coveted Ashmita's power and soul, and tried to kill Ashmita and absorb his power and spirit. soul.
In the end, Ashmita and Azhapo were in a battle. Under absolutely unfavorable circumstances, Ashmeda got rid of Azhapo. Banished his soul into endless reincarnation.
Azha Poju cannot be killed, he can only be sealed or exiled to a place where he can never return.
It was able to defeat Azha Pogu who even the gods awe. This is the true strength of Ashmita. If he really appeared in the sanctuary, then the title of the strongest golden saint of Ulysses might need to be let out.
However, to Azha Poju, a fictitious name has no meaning at all. All he wanted was to save this earth realm, and save countless creatures in the earth realm. This is also the ideal of his birth and the meaning of his birth.
Gasping hard, the small universe aura on Ashmita slowly repaired his injury. These injuries were all left by him while fighting with Azha Poju.
But abruptly, as if he had sensed something, Ashmita's gaze seemed to have crossed the virgin palace and saw a distant place. "Is one of these two small universes Xiaozhi? The other should be Ayagos of Tianxiong Star? Ayagos is not weak, but it should be Xiaozhi who has stepped into the eighth sense is even better! But! Unless the magic star can be sealed, even if Ayagos is defeated, it will not make any sense at all." Ashmita sighed helplessly.
"You must find Wood Luan Zishu as soon as possible!" After sighing, Ashmeda's expression became more determined.
The continent of ice. Above the icy mountain, Kresto's decayed body sat on the stone. He was motionless like a wooden man. But finally, as if feeling something, he moved a little. His eyes turned slightly, and he looked in a certain direction.
"Finally... stepped out of... this step?" The mental power that belonged to Christo was rippling. At this time, behind him, the enchanting posture of the female snake dragon Garnett also appeared again.
"Huh, it's kind of interesting to be able to take this step so quickly. But this is just the beginning. Mortals have broken through the eighth sense, and they have just taken the first step above mortals. Of course they have. Qualifications to challenge the gods. But if you really want to rely on your own power instead of relying on the emperor of the higher gods to rank among the gods, there is still a long way to go."
"In the endless years, I have seen too many geniuses. When they were young, they were amazingly talented. They realized the mystery of the unity of nature and man early and set foot in the realm of the eighth sense. But from then on, There is no further progress. Their qualifications as human beings have been limited to this."
With that said, Garnett stretched out his hand and stroked Christo’s old and withered back, "My love, you are the real genius. In the five hundred years, a little progress has passed. The furthest distance between man and god, with its own power, awakened the sense of and entered the level of god."
Garnett's words fell, and the mental power belonging to Kresto sounded again, "I...I'm not... a genius. Just every time... I want to be... Someone... died..."
Kresto's voice was calm, but in the calm, there was an indescribable sadness hidden. In the holy war five hundred years ago, although the sanctuary was won, it was almost completely destroyed. Only Cresto and Itia survived. ,, ..