Chapter 103 Bound God

Shura's ten fingers were crossed and placed in front of **'s chest. I don't know whether the chest with distinct muscle profile was undulating because of excitement or tension. The handsome face was as cold as a relief carved on a stubborn stone, and her dark red eyes were like red charcoal, but her eyes were cold for three or nine days. He stood in front of Baiyan, straight like a blood-stained sword, and his fiery red hair made him like a torch, which would ignite everything at any time and burn everything in the world with his wildness and evil spirit.

There is no mask-like fake smile on his face as usual, and it is completely as cold as ice. He said hoarsely, "Dear God, I'm afraid you didn't expect me to do this... Are you still thinking of me as the child who only cried behind you 300 years ago? But as you said, how much have you changed in 300 years? How much have I changed? They are not familiar with each other in the past, here..." He said, stretching out his slender finger to the position of his heart and said, "I have become a stone soaked in poison... I am a cruel Shura demon...!"

Baiyan was not flustered at all, but her body's spiritual power was swallowed up more and more fiercely, and it was really uncomfortable to be trapped by this kind of ten squares. Her spell has always shocked the world with her vast spiritual power. She has never studied the art of sealing, not to mention that this kind of bondage seal seems to be specially for her... But she is still calm and said with a smile: "You still speak like a child... An angry child... is still angry. What did I say to you in the city? Lucius, what do you think this will change?

Shura's calm expression became ferocious as a beast in an instant, and the white of his eyes suddenly became blood red like pupils, and his whole eyes were as deep red as blood. He roared, "Don't call me... Lucius... I abandoned the name of this spell inscription 300 years ago... Just like you abandoned the magicians and abandoned me at that time... Now, I'm called, Shura--" His last few words roared one after another, as if to make the alveoli Like shouting, it is hard to imagine that such a loud sound can burst out in his thin chest, and the whole palace is full of his desolate lone wolf-like roar.

White smiled silently, shook his head silently, and said nothing more. She lowered her head, and her coral-red eyes were hidden in the blue hair hanging down her forehead, and she couldn't see what the color was in those coral-like bright eyes. She seemed to avoid Shura's eyes and red eyes like red charcoal.

But their eyes are all the same color... But the coral-red eyes are not as terrible as the blood red in Shura's eyes... In fact, they are all of the same race, the same kind of people, the only magicians who survived 300 years ago... Originally, they could have stood aside, but they stood inexplicably. On the opposite side... even if you sigh, you can't go back to the past.

If the history of 300 years ago can be rewritten, there may not be any Mengyang Dynasty and Fanyang Dynasty, and there will be no emperors... let alone everything now! And the magician still lives in the quiet dew forest. The fragrance of flowers in the forest will not be mixed with the suffocating smell of blood, the rotten corpses will not be buried under the roots of the towering old trees, and there is no rusty sword armor in the soil... Mengfan God is still the god of the magician, and there will be no name 'white face' . Lucius is still the teenager who follows the god, with black hair like a waterfall, and will not wear the mask of 'Sura' as ferocious as a demon. The magicians will not appear in the world, but a group of quiet hermits...

How many times has such a scene appeared in Shura's mind? But in the end, these can only be thought about! The dream-like beautiful fantasy was covered with a layer of crazy blood... 100,000 troops stepped into the forest under the leadership of two beautiful emperors and stained the forest with mortal dirty blood! How many sorcerers died tragically? At that time, her favorite girl struggled under the violent warrior. They tore her skirt and bit her blood-stained lips... In the eyes under the crescent moon, her eyes flashed like death, and finally her head was cut down, and the wreckage quietly decayed in the forest!

These nightmares can never be rid of. He thought that if he continued to follow Mengfan God, the sorcerer's lineage would revive again. But what was left to him was 300 years of hardship. When she saw God again, she became a wife, a mother, and became strange and indifferent... So many years of dream and imagination suddenly broke into powder, like a dry blood scab...

Sura suddenly smiled nervously, and Jie Jie's voice was like a midnight predator. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "I want to burn the world with my anger, and I want to burn the world named after you to ashes... I want to let the dead of the forest be rest in peace... I want Wan Yan Liunian and Huangfu Jinglan to regret trample on my forest so arrogantly at that time..."

"Well, these things have passed. Do you still remember so clearly? Poor man immersed in memories, you are still very weak! Huangfu Jinglan and Wan Yanliu have been dead for 300 years. No matter what you do, they won't know! Does it make sense?" Bai Yan said in a pitiful tone, like a mortal standing high with mercy kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly. Although she was imprisoned, her temperament still made her look like a god above the heavens.

"Ha ha, respected God... With your eyesight, it is not difficult to see that he is a resurrected person, right? Haven't you thought about how he came to life? Shura's chin raised to Ye Yuanhong, who had a blank expression, and his face was full of light smiles when he regained peace! He is such a person. He was still roaring ferociously the moment before, and the next moment he may smile gently like a woman in the south of the Yangtze River. At any time, you will bury your true side under different masks.

Bai Yan seemed to think of something. Looking at him, his eyes were gloomy and indifferent.

"No wonder, I'm afraid you only regard him as a puppet controlled by poison? Unfortunately, it's not. Your son, Ye Xingchen once begged me to resurrect his brother. I really can't bear to refuse that child. After all, he will be a very critical person in the future! I resurrected Ye Yuanhong with the power of others, and then planted poison in his body to become my pawn hidden in the Night King's Palace! After all, your magic strength is above me. I'm not an opponent to fight head-on with you. I can only rely on the sealing technique to restrain you. And you will definitely be on guard against me. I'm afraid you will find out if I don't get close to you. This puppet really helped me a lot..." Shura said with a smile.

But Bai Yan didn't listen to his words and said, "Whose power do you use to resurrect Ye Yuanhong?" Resurrection, is even the soul summoned back? How can people with this ability still exist?

Shura did not answer. He put his arms in front of his chest and walked to the complex sixty-four calculation in the center of the hall. The frivolous look in his eyes became shocked in an instant. He has also studied calculation and deduction, but it can't be counted as the four-type couplet, but the huge and complex formula in front of him is clearly sixty-four couplet, and the prophecy is completely consistent with what is about to happen... These formulas calculate the invisible star trajectory at this time, representing the emperor Ziweiyuan approaching. The Wuqu Star, which represents the war, is also approaching... The large and small auxiliary stars around are all coming! It turned out to be highly consistent...

He turned his head to look at Bai Yan and said, "You, I still underestimate you, God. You are far away from me... Do you want to deduce on your own? Transform your power into the power of the prophet... If you have achieved the power of the prophet, will you study the power of the soul master? At that time, the power of "Three Talents" will be all on you... Who in the world can do anything to you? Shura's tone was extremely solemn, and his eyes looking at Baiyan were full of alert light. Your ambition is far greater than mine..."

"However, my ultimate purpose is the same as yours... But I won't cultivate the power of the three talents by myself. Different forces require different bloodlines. The bloodline of the magician can't practice Dacheng prophecy at all. You, a sixty-four-pian can only perform prophecy. For pure bloodline prophets, it only takes a few breaths! You are going against the sky...!" Shura said coldly, and his pale face was full of playful smiles: "The gods created everything in the world, and the rules made cannot be violated. The sorcerer, the prophet, and the soul returner are too unbelievable for the mortal world. How dare you want to master all the power of the three talents? I don't know whether to say that you are commendable or... arrogant? The god of rules will not let such a person appear, because the god of rules will not allow anyone to have power over him..."

Bai Yan said in a cold voice, "That means that you have found someone with the power of the soul master?"

"Well, although the control of power is still immature, it is a 12-year-old child with a lot of room for growth. Just like your child, Ye Xingchen, it is very malleable..." Shura smiled with his teeth and showed a bad look. I will make him the same as me... After all, he is 12 years old and still ignorant, and it is easy to teach some truths, such as the 'lie' you told me at that time, about the darkest and dirtiest side of human nature..."

"Do you want to turn Xingchen into a member of your 'three talents'?" Baiyan's face finally became angry. Her beautiful face was extremely cold, and her coral-red pupils became as red as blood. She said coldly, " Lucius, I tell you, if you dare to think about the night stars, I will kill you and twist your head off..."

Shura was not angry, but still smiled and said gently, "You still haven't figured out the current situation... You are no longer the god who can turn the world upside down!" What else can you do under the seal of Shifang Tianluo? To tell you the truth, I'm afraid you will stay in the palace of the erratic city in the future, as a peacock locked in a cage... Emperor Lin Xi fell in love with you, hehe, I have never seen that emperor so crazy about women. His surname is Wan Tong, and he is the descendant of the person you hate most. I don't know what will happen to you? Are you willing to be a peacock or are you willing to be chaste?

The white face became pale, and the already white face was more miserable. The tip of her teeth bit her scarlet lips, full of unwillingness.

"Wait, he's coming..." Shura suddenly said, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious. Don't be nervous, it's not Emperor Lin Xi, it's your husband, Mengyang's General Zhentian... Your family will be reunited, and the child named Ye Xingchen will also come!" With that, he stood at the door of the palace with his arms hanging down, and his whole body was slender like a branchless tree. The dark red eyes are like a fire, with an expectant smile on his face.

"Lusius, don't kill him. You can abolish his position as a general, but you can't kill him!"

"Shut up..." Shura said coldly, "You are still so self-righteous... You are still so arrogant. You should learn to be humble to those who control your life and death!" Then he turned his head and looked at Bai Yan and said, "What's more, the death of Ye Mingshan depends on Emperor Lin Xi. I can't change what Emperor Lin Xi decided... If you want Ye Mingshan to live, please beg Emperor Lin Xi. Maybe he will put Mingshan overnight on your face..."

"Please?" Bai Yan muttered this word. When did she say the word 'begging' to others?

She looked up and looked at the front yard of the palace and couldn't say anything, because there was a man standing there, a man who had lived with her for nearly 13 years, a man who always admired herself... a man who was about to die!

Yes, Ye Mingshan, the general of Zhentian, was standing in the front court of the palace, with shock in his dark eyes. He looked at his blood-red eldest son Ye Yuanhong, who bound his white face, and the Shura with a frivolous smile and looked at him angrily.

Suddenly, the general stretched out his hand and pulled out the Zhanlu sword at his waist, pointed directly to Shura, and said in a sonorous voice, "What does this mean?"

Shura was still smiling, and **'s chest seemed to emit intense heat and said, "General, these are all the meanings of Your Majesty Lin Xi. I just follow Your Majesty's orders, but you can't help but break up and point your sword at me. It's not easy to explain to Your Majesty!"

Why couldn't the general hear the frivolity in his tone? He looked at the bound white face and Ye Yuanhong, whose eyes were dark red and his face was attached to a dark red centipede. The general just wanted to put the sword in his hand into the chest of the red-haired man! Is Emperor Lin Xi going to attack him? The last vassal state of Mengyang, will the night kingdom also be erased?

He said in a low voice, "I want to see your majesty and ask clearly in person! I want to tell your majesty that you are a demon. Mengyang, the kingdom of demons, is bound to be decadent..." As he spoke, blue veins broke out in his hand holding the sword, and the hall was full of anger.

"Haha, my general! Demons rule the country? Emperor Lin Xi appointed me as a great master because he valued my mysterious power. Mengyang needed new blood to activate the blood in his bones. I am honored that I am such a person! Even if you tell your majesty face to face, it will not change your majesty's will! What your majesty determines, whether it is right or wrong, will not change... We can wait patiently, and your majesty is also here..." Shura said with a shallow smile.

"Don't wait, I've arrived!" A high-voiced and indifferent voice said, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

Several people present turned their heads and saw a figure wearing a luxurious golden armor and holding a night sword in his hand coming step by step. Like the emperor who survived from the ancient times, and the gods who wanted to fall into the world, came as if they had taken advantage of the light with a cavity of fanaticism and love for the whole Mengyang.