Chapter 7 Fighting King Shura

In the world of the door of death, there is a blood red.

In the far distance, a black gate that is huge enough to break through the darkness of the ground stands in the center. Bloody light is constantly spewing out of the giant door, each with the sound of thunder. At the explosion, there will be countless molten plasma splashes, which will produce a brand-new blood Shura.

The boundless blood Shura was born in black light and molten plasma. They are ferocious, low in wisdom, and bloodthirsty killing.

The fight is going on endlessly.

These blood Shura have no reason. They only understand killing. They can't distinguish their peers and have no restraint. They are just endless killing, from birth to death.

The source of these killings is a huge black god. It squats under the door of death, with a burly body of nearly ten meters. It is huge and perfect. The pure black body is full of smooth lines, and the purple-red luster in the black looks completely strange under the door of pure black and ink-like dead thoughts.

It has a face similar to a lion, but there is a one-horn inserted backwards, about two meters long, which is spirally. The tip of the one-horn is like a huge whirlpool. A trace of blood-red light is coming out of each killed blood Shura body, and then all the spiral-shaped tips. The horn is absorbed.

When the blood-red light does not absorb a certain amount, the huge black god will grin slightly, and the bloodthirsty eyes are full of cruel pleasure.

And the next moment, these red light will overflow from its body and enter the huge door of death behind it, turning into black death, releasing a trace of it, bursting in the molten slurry, and once again giving birth to the blood Shura for killing.

The cycle goes on and on.

And this boundless killing is just the boring pastime of this ancient god.

Wu Pengwei is suspended in the air, above the blood-red clouds, and above his head is an endless chaotic land. In the underground world, there is no light here, only dark red clouds.

"Have you seen it? This is the god in the door of dead thoughts. A power reaches the realm of martial arts, and the power of divine thoughts is also a junior guy. It is very powerful, but in ancient times, it was 10,000 times more powerful than now. I advise you not to do it, because you are not its opponent at all."

"Yin" came out of the blood-red clouds, and a pair of silver eyes were meaningful.

Wu Pengwei just floated in the clouds like a sculpture, quietly staring at the ancient gods under the clouds without saying a word.

"Yin" thought that his words touched Wu Pengwei and continued, "Hey, boy, I know you want to unify your fantasy, but the door of death are unique. They have their own gods, and they can create the most primitive life. If you want to kill the ancient gods, it means conquering the door of death, so I can't complete the feat even at the peak.

"Give yourself a little time. You are still young. When you reach the peak of creation, after giving birth to life in your fantasy and conquering the mountains and rivers, you will hit the door of death and the door of life."

"Yin" bitter persuasion, the tone is more gentle and serious than ever before, and it also feels some distress in its heart. When did the ancient king of sneak attacks and the master of conspiracy begin to persuade others not to fight?

It is very painful, which is not in line with its style, but it is something that must be done now.

The helpless listener did not seem to bring its words into his ears.

"Hey, boy, are you listening?" Yin was a little angry, and the sign was that its mini body began to emit circles of black fog.

Wu Pengwei suddenly asked, "Do you know the greatest effect of the door of death?"

"Yin" was stunned and felt that he had not answered the question, but still answered this question: "The door of death can release countless killings and death, making all creatures full of irritability and ferocity, but in itself, it is the best container, one of the cradles of all creatures."

"That's it." Wu Pengwei laughed.

"Yin" suddenly felt that Wu Pengwei's smile was a little strange. It quickly said, "Don't think about it, at least not now. An ancient god contains power that you can't imagine. At least they also have the power of the level of martial arts and the realm of creation with divine thoughts at the same time."

"Is that so? So what is this?"

Wu Pengwei flicked his fingers, and a finger wind ejected from his fingertips. It rubbed violently in the air and produced a blazing firelight, followed by countless flames. The flame elements in the air continued to condense, to tear freely in the air, and the volume increased crazily.

The ancient god noticed the fireball. It raised its head and let out an earth-shaking roar. In front of its mouth, the air sank out of thin air, and a huge black hole vortex formed, swallowed the fireball and disappeared.

This is the power of the ancient gods.

But "Yin" was shocked.

Because at the end of the word void, in all directions, there are four thick red chains protruding out of the void, and there are infinite thunderbolts flashing on each road. At the end of the chain, the bound object is the ancient god - the Shura God King.

"Roar............"

The King of Shura made a tragic roar, and the chain bound its action, making it unable to move, and the power of thunder on the chain was like the most brutal whip, making it feel incomparable anger and pain.

The roar continued violently, and the moment it spread out, countless blood Shura were blown to pieces by the roar of anger.

"Oh, my God, this is a divine punishment... The ancient divine punishment is impossible. The kingdom of the gods has been destroyed for a long time. Who is manipulating all this? It's impossible. It's incredible."

"Yin" patted his head with his paws, with a burning forehead on his face.

"God's punishment? Interesting, you have to tell me later.

Wu Pengwei smiled, and then jumped straight down the clouds. His speed was getting faster and faster, like a meteor cutting through the sky. In the process of crashing and falling, his body began to emit different halos.

First it is red as fire, then it is as warm as water, then it is as dazzling as gold, cyan as wood, and finally as dark as earth.

The five-color brilliance flows, and each kind of brilliance means a power element between heaven and earth.

"Oh, my mother, he actually touched the basic five elements of power between heaven and earth in an instant..."

"Yin" feels a little broken. As a little guy who has just entered the world of creation, it takes at least more than a hundred years to get familiar with the power of the five elements in the fantasy. This is still for the genius of geniuses. At the beginning, it took 300 years and four months to feel a trace of five elements. Energy.

The fantasy is different from reality. It is born from reality, but it is not reality, so its rules are also slightly different from reality.

Only when you communicate with these elements through your own strength and ideas, understand these rules, analyze, change, and conquer, can you finally become your space and master the whole world.

At this time, you can reach the peak of creation.

Communicating with elements is just the first step in this series of far-reaching plans.

And this first step alone will take at least hundreds of years.

At least in the cognition of "Yin" Taigu, it is like this. It is true for all the powerful existences of ancient times, the king of giant gods, the king of darkness, and even its father "ying". These great beings who are thorough creation and martial arts power have been thinking about their fantasy elements for the first time for hundreds of years. The time.

And in front of it, an ordinary human touched these rules in an instant and simply applied them.

The king of sneak attack, the king of conspiracy, the king of shamelessness, this most prominent strong man in ancient times - Jiu Xiyin, felt a trace of coldness for the first time.

Coldness that has never been before.

"Maybe I'm working with a real monster..."

"Yin" shivered, and a pair of dragon claws hugged itself hard. It seemed to be a little cold, but it forgot that it was already a soul consciousness, and the body had already been destroyed.

And under the sky, the huge door of death is obliquely above.

A huge mass of light containing colorful halos hit like a meteor at the same moment. Its roar is enough to make the earth tremble and burst, and the molten slurry rises to the sky.

Under the giant gate, the ancient god Shura God King, who was bound by the chains in the void, also rose up, slapped his chest hard, roared to tear the sky, and greeted the upcoming battle without fear.

This is a duel between gods and humans.

It is also a confrontation between indigenous people and outsiders.

The winner among them will have the ownership of this whole space, from air to molten, the control of every inch of land and every life, and the supreme majesty.

The meteor roared, and the god king roared and crashed into one place.

The fight begins.