Chapter 930 Unveiling

"It's me."

A young man walked out of the shadows.

Tall.

One horn, vertical eyes.

The Asura war pattern seemed to be born on his body.

The man was wearing a neat and neat outfit, simple and unpretentious.

He had a handsome face.

This face made the monk sitting in the formation slightly absent-minded, and sighed: "Like."

Too much like.

Like whom?

That depends on Luo Yangwu's identity.

Since he is the young master of the Asura clan and the current young leader of the great sect.

After blood tests and soul tests, he must be like his father, the former leader of the great sect, the peak saint of the Asura clan, Luo Tianfeng.

This person surprised the monks in the formation.

"It turns out that the leader is here in person. Please forgive me for not being able to stand up and salute."

The monk bowed.

He didn't say why he couldn't stand up. Except for a hint of imperceptible complexity, his words were all indifferent. It was a kind of frankness, and it also showed that he had nothing to say to others.

"Of course you can't get up."

The monk was stunned.

It seemed that he didn't know why the little leader would come to his palace at this moment and say such words.

The voice sounded full of coldness.

There was no kindness at all.

"Because you are injured."

"Luo Ganjing!"

Luo Ganjing was furious.

For many years, no one dared to call him by his name.

Calling this kid the leader was for courtesy, so as not to affect the plan of the king of heaven. I didn't expect that this kid was so ignorant of etiquette. Could it be that he really regarded himself as the leader of the Asura tribe.

"How dare you!"

Luo Ganjing was furious and his face was gloomy.

He realized that something was wrong.

The injury was a secret, and he only showed up at the banquet for the king of heaven. How could it be easily discovered by the little leader?

There was no need for the little leader to expose his injury in front of him.

"How dare you pretend to be the leader of my sect."

"Speak."

"Who are you?"

Luo Ganjing stared at the person who came.

He didn't think that the person who appeared in front of him was the young leader. It should be someone pretending to be the young leader and came here. However, he didn't know what the other party meant and why he did this.

Luo Tianfeng said coldly: "You don't need to know who I am."

"I came here to borrow something from you."

Luo Ganjing frowned: "What is it?"

"Your life."

"You are looking for death!"

How could Luo Ganjing not know that the other party was playing a trick on him, so there was no need to talk properly.

"If you don't want to say it, I will kill you completely, take off your mask, and see who is the daring person who pretended to be the leader of our clan."

Luo Tianfeng laughed loudly, and with a move of Xuan Gong, the vigorous mana was stimulated.

An iron rod appeared in the inner world.

It was not a stick, but a dark mace as black as night, about ten feet long, although it was black, it had a thousand feet of magnificent light, like the Mingwang pestle in hell.

"Luo Ganjing, what do you think this is?"

Luo Ganjing was shocked.

A closer look was even more disheartening.

This is a magic weapon.

It is not a common phrase used to praise weapons and magic treasures, but an undoubted magic weapon.

This magic weapon is even more representative. He thought he would never see this magic weapon again in his life, because they had already killed the owner of the magic weapon.

There were a total of 28 people participating in that battle.

There were not only Asura cultivators, but also cultivators from other large tribes, and even human cultivators.

After they took action, they realized how terrifying Luo Tianfeng was.

As a top great saint, Luo Tianfeng could actually withstand the siege of a group of cultivators and kill twelve people in a row!

In the end, it was a strange top great saint. After they sieged and consumed Luo Tianfeng's strength, he attacked and chopped off Luo Tianfeng's head.

In that battle, he was seriously injured.

It took many years of recuperation to recover a little.

But he did not regret his action that year.

Luo Tianfeng is indeed powerful and terrifying. With a mace, all the people in the north and south regions were obedient, and the surrounding foreign tribes dared not speak out.

However, those who do evil will eventually perish. His tyranny has made his own people unacceptable.

He wants to kill people at any time and wants to be shrouded in his shadow.

Others are not even qualified to take a look at the things he likes, and he does not have the mind that a leader should have.

Gusu Cuiguang is not a replica of Luo Tianfeng, not even a weakened version.

Even so, many tribesmen do not tolerate Gusu Cuiguang.

However, this does not mean that Luo Ganjing is not afraid of this mace.

Now when he sees this magic weapon again, Luo Ganjing's expression is complicated.

There is fear, hesitation, sadness and joy.

No matter how great the peak monks are, they will still turn into a handful of yellow earth when it is time to turn into a handful of yellow earth.

They did not cut off the pillars of heaven by themselves, but cut off the shackles that bound the Asuras.

They are not sinners, but the rebels on the road to salvation of the great sect.

"Divine weapon."

"Heavenly Strike!"

Luo Ganjing recited the name of the divine weapon softly.

Then he looked at Luo Yangwu who was walking towards him, and said calmly: "So you already know it? I thought someone was pretending to be the leader, but it turned out that the leader wanted to seek revenge on me."

"Killing someone means paying with one's life, which is only natural."

"Yes."

Luo Ganjing's face suddenly became cold, with a bit of grief and unspeakable curse on his face. He shouted: "Killing someone is justified, your father deserves to die!"

"Even if it happens again, I will do it, no, not once, but millions of times, I will do it."

"Why?!"

"Four hundred years ago, my Taoist partner died in the army because the barrier channel was broken in the battle to the west."

"I have said that more monks should be sent to the domain barrier road, but he chose to use it as bait to lure the Garuda clan to block the route, resulting in that battle..."

The young monk interrupted Luo Ganjing and said: "But that battle was won, a great victory!"

Luo Ganjing looked at Luo Yangwu and said: "Do you think it is right to do this?"

"Never wrong."

"Then don't blame people for being scattered and causing your father's death."

Luo Ganjing suddenly felt very tired. Why did he talk to this child about such a long time ago?

Maybe he was unwilling to accept it. Many people didn't have to die, and there could be better strategies, but he had to follow Luo Tianfeng's strategy.

What do you say to win the biggest victory with the smallest loss?

Is the loss really small?

The visible loss is small, but the invisible loss is huge.

Luo Tianfeng's chest was full of anger.

He led the Asura tribe to victory after victory, gradually approaching the top ten tribes in the underworld. Why did the tribe members look at him like this? Why couldn't they just obey orders?

As long as they listened to him, under his mace, the entire Asura tribe would definitely become a top tribe.

"Will Luo Tianpeng definitely be a good leader?"

Luo Ganjing said: "The old king is the one that everyone expects."

Luo Tianfeng's anger reached its peak at this moment.

He thought he had done well enough, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of the tribe members, they would even pin their hopes on an old man.

Even Luo Tianfeng was a little suspicious. Was he really wrong?

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"I will definitely be able to come back to life."

"This time, I will completely unify the great sect, lead the great sect to the peak, and become the top clan in the underworld."

Luo Tianfeng's eyes were cold and firm.

These people are not to be feared at all, and they cannot shake his Tao heart.

On the contrary, without these wavering, those entangled resistances and old forces, the Asura clan will be a brand new Asura clan.

It is an Asura clan that can enforce orders and is completely in his own hands.

Since the top great saint cannot convince people, it means that he is not strong enough.

When he survives from death and breaks through the Daojun, everything will be solved.

Luo Tianfeng said in a deep voice: "Luo Ganjing, for my great plan, please offer your head!"

The mace was swung, and the tall figure of the young man raised the magic weapon and pointed at the middle-aged monk who had already stood up from the formation.

Luo Ganjing sneered, just a young Asura, dared to let him obediently offer his head.

Revenge is revenge, no need to stand on the commanding heights, saying it is for some great plan, revenge is enough to crush all words and reason, this is the eternal truth.

"Who do you think you are."

"Luo Tianfeng?"

"I wanted to write to the old king to spare your life, you insist on seeking death, I will fulfill your wish!"

"Luo Ganjing, you are blind, I am Luo Tianfeng!"

Luo Tianfeng was furious, his spirit burst out suddenly, the saint was majestic, the magic weapon in his hand seemed to turn into the supreme mountain at this moment, tearing open the chaotic world, and smashing hell to pieces.

Luo Ganjing's expression changed suddenly.

If he didn't recognize this person, could he not recognize this mysterious skill and fighting method?

The figure in front of him merged with the figure that day.

The cultivator holding the sky strike is worthy of the name of Shura.

He is the bloody Shura who walked out of hell.

Powerful.

Horrible.

He witnessed with his own eyes that the blood and bones mixed with the Qi and magic power turned into meat paste.

It was a terrifying ambush.

It was also his lingering nightmare.

Unexpectedly, the nightmare that was already dead appeared alive.

Luo Ganjing was horrified.

His wounds seemed to be torn apart at this moment and turned into severe pain to remind him harshly.

Luo Ganjing was already scared out of his wits, and the calmness on his body disappeared in an instant.

He was so embarrassed that he roared and was about to turn into a beam of light to break through the palace and go outside. He really wanted to talk to everyone in the big sect and tell them that the Battle Blood Shura was still alive.

"Impossible!"

"How could he still be alive."

"I saw with my own eyes that the top great sage cut off his head."

Luo Ganjing knew that he would not admit his mistake.

Luo Tianfeng was still alive.

Just as Luo Ganjing tore open the space in front of him, a pale palm had appeared not far away, about to strangle his forehead.

To be precise, it was not a palm but a finger. For some reason, that finger easily tore through his protective holy aura.

"Illusion?"

Luo Ganjing was horrified.

He shouted, "My heart is as hard as iron. How can I be affected by a small illusion?"

"Break it!"

Boom!!!

He threw a punch.

The pale finger was like a pillar of heaven.