Chapter 1177 0-Handed Female Shura

,!

Chapter 1177 Thousand-handed Female Asura

Song Daiying's words made everyone silent, and at the same time they felt a heartache.

In the hearts of the Hell Team, Yu Luosha is their sister-in-law, and this position cannot be shaken. However, when the boss got into trouble, Qian Yilan's performance deeply touched their hearts.

Everyone entered this ancient site with a heart of revenge.

Seven people went together, but when they just touched this ancient battlefield, Qian Yilan encountered an accident and was trapped in a desperate situation, and there was no news.

Until now, there are only three days left before the disappearance of this ancient battlefield, and Qian Yilan still has not appeared, and everyone has lost hope.

"After three days, we will go south, at all costs, we must turn the Mantian Sect upside down and make everyone restless." Song Daiying took a deep breath. She had hatred in her heart, and dared to love and hate. Luo Feng got into trouble and Qian Yilan collapsed, but she had to play strong and take care of Qian Yilan all the way. The pain in her heart was no less than anyone else.

"Once a girl from the Dunan Miao Village chooses the one she loves, she will never give him up." Song Daiying silently said this countless times, and the flame of revenge burned endlessly.

In the ancient battlefield, Song Daiying, by chance, actually inherited the ancient Zhuyou technique, which is inextricably linked to the Miao area.

Everyone has an opportunity.

After entering the ancient battlefield, Leopard Shadow and Blood Demon followed Yan Guilai and comprehended the sword intent. Yan Guilai also unreservedly wanted to pass on his life's unique skills to the two.

However, what made Yan Guilai extremely jealous was that in the ancient battlefield video, the Blood Demon spirit pulled out an ancient sword, which contained the inheritance of "Sword Controlling Technique". Although the real "Sword Controlling Technique" cannot become a sword fairy like the myth and legend, flying across the sky with a sword and going thousands of miles away, it is not a problem to behead with a sword hundreds of meters away.

Baoying inherited the "Ancient Sword Art". Yan Guilai initially judged that the power of this "Ancient Sword Art" was no less than the Heavenly Sword Art.

Of course, the two apprentices had their own experiences, and Yan Guiyuan was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"This is a group of abnormal geniuses." Yan Guilai couldn't help but sigh when he saw that several people began to practice desperately again.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The six people gathered together, looked at each other, with complicated expressions, and sighed heavily in their hearts.

The ancient battlefield is gradually disappearing.

But Qian Yilan still did not appear.

There was a long silence.

Yan Guilai took a deep breath, "Let's go! The ancient battlefield is about to disappear, and this ancient ruins is about to disappear."

The six people left and soon withdrew from this ancient battlefield that was about to disappear. All the images were drifting away with the wind.

The desolate atmosphere filled the world.

The empty battlefield, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, as if performing a great destruction.

The final battle of this ancient battlefield, the image suddenly dropped from the air.

Nearly a hundred powerful warriors were besieging one person.

Although everyone's face could not be seen clearly, the strength of the besieged man could be deeply felt even in a distant era.

Trapped in the encirclement, one against a hundred, still strong, every move was evil and terrifying, as if releasing the soul, using blood as a medium, launching a terrifying attack.

Below the decisive battle, there was a figure, sitting cross-legged, with a strong wind blowing, messy hair flying, covering the peerless face, occasionally a glance, blood appeared, and an extremely terrifying breath.

"Ashura is not a god, because he does not have the good deeds of a god. However, he is also a god, because he has the ability to kill gods." A voice always hovered in her mind, repeatedly asking, "Not a god, not a ghost, not a human, I am the Thousand-Handed Shura, are you willing to sacrifice the soul and practice the Shura magic?"

"I am willing."

The voice echoed in the gradually dissipating ancient battlefield, the blood was blazing, and the red was dazzling.

The body stood up, and the earth shook.

In ancient times, the existence of Shura magic was too against the sky and was considered an evil practice. Therefore, the ancient Shura was attacked by the crowd.

The final scene on this ancient battlefield restored the horror of Shura in that era.

However, even the ancient Thousand-Handed Shura would not have thought that after the vicissitudes of life, Shura no longer existed and only existed in folk legends.

Today, a woman accepted the only Shura inheritance.

The woman was the disappeared Qian Yilan.

The body floated quietly in this vast space, the air seemed to have become extremely turbid, this space was torn into pieces and was about to collapse.

The only female Shura.

Suddenly, Qian Yilan opened her eyes. The originally smart and clear eyes now had a bit of evil charm, and a blood-red light flashed by.

Suddenly, a delicate shout, the wind and clouds changed color, and her arms swung lightly. In an instant, power was generated, and illusions overlapped, as if she was carrying a thousand hands, and it was impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

Boom! ! ! !

One second before this ancient battlefield completely collapsed and disappeared, Qian Yilan's figure disappeared like a ghost.

Otherwise, she would have completely disappeared from the world with this ancient battlefield.

It was late at night outside.

The winter in Guangdong Province was extremely cold and wet. There was drizzle in the sky. Six people had not left a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

"The ancient battlefield should have completely disappeared by now." Song Daiying murmured, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the mountain, her lips tightly pursed.

Until now, they still had a last glimmer of hope.

"Someone is coming!" Suddenly, six people stood up at the same time and looked towards the top of the mountain.

Someone is coming down from the mountain!

Who could it be at this time?

The wind blew by, her long hair fluttering, and the moonlight reflected her peerless face.

"Lan Lan!" Song Daiying's eyes widened, she shouted excitedly, and flew forward.

Qian Yilan's figure paused, her eyes seemed to be a little blurred, and she stared blankly at Song Daiying. After a moment, she came back to her senses and smiled sweetly.

"Great, I hope you're okay!" The other people also rushed up. Although they all felt that Qian Yilan's aura was a little different, the chance of entering the ancient battlefield and accepting certain inheritances was high. Everyone takes it for granted.

"Let's go to the small town at the foot of the mountain and find a hotel to stay in." Yan Guilai said in a deep voice, "The judge's strength is still four days away from truly entering the shackles realm. We will set off together in four days to go south to Dali. Search for the Mantian Sect’s lair!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Yilan's eyes glowed red, as if an evil god was coming.

Yan Gui looked at this scene and was a little frightened. What kind of inheritance did Qian Yilan receive?

A group of seven people walked down this famous mountain.

At the foot of the famous mountain, there are even warriors setting up temporary tents and stationed here, hoping to get great opportunities.

Tonight, many people could notice the difference in the famous mountains and stayed up all night. When the seven people appeared on the trail going down the mountain, they immediately fell into the sight of many people.