The entire War Temple is a huge door. With these cruel and special materials and layout, the six spiritual veins connecting the human path and the Shura path are transformed into a corridor used by Shura. And that imitation of the Demonic Pestle is the key to controlling the door. The three different Buddha faces have different meanings and functions, and control the opening and closing of the door. They can call out Shura or Rakshasa - those are their companions. It's nothing more than the difference between one being a good person and the other being a bad person. Although Shura is domineering and domineering on weekdays, he seems to be protecting the family and the country, which arouses admiration; Rakshasa is a tool of adjustment, when humans and monsters have doubts about Shura's rule, or everyone is used to living a comfortable life. On that day, Rakshasa came and tensed everyone's nerves.
In the process, some people were killed, and some Shura or Rakshasa lost their lives, but this was all necessary. It is nothing more than the difference between knowing and not knowing, voluntary and involuntary. They are all pawns, and every war and death has a new meaning, adding to the consolidation of the regime.
Even if countless people die for it.
"That's too much..." Jun Aoyan tightened her grip on Mo Dao, "So, that old guy... also knows these things."
"No, it's too early to draw conclusions now." Qi Huan quickly stopped her from getting into trouble. "Only when everything calms down can we really clear away the clouds and see the truth. Any speculations made now are all based on nothing!"
Jun Aoyan nodded and drove all those messy thoughts out of his mind. Immediately, she asked Lord Shuangyue:
"Where is King Shura?"
"That's right." Qi Huan also asked, "Aren't you going to fight her? But where is she?"
"Oh, she...is always over there."
Lord Shuangyue raised his chin and suddenly gestured towards a higher place. On top of the statue of the Queen in the center, she stands upright. From the current point of view, she still looks like Shura. Maybe it doesn't matter what kind of appearance she looks like, it's just an appearance. The truth was revealed, but she would never allow them to tell it. Besides, her confidants have already arrived and are waiting for her to give orders.
She was holding the hook knife, and there seemed to be fire in her eyes.
Several people felt a chill. Did she see all the fighting and exchanges just now, including Lord Shuangyue using his hands and feet? Standing there, not saying a word, just watching quietly? She is like a ghost.
"Don't talk too much. You said that Gu's opponent is you. In that case, let's have an upright duel. Let Gu take a good look at whether the person chosen by the Demon-Sealing Blade is a good one or a bad one!"
She suddenly came over like an arrow, without any warning. But her goal is clear, that is Lord Shuangyue. The people around him immediately scattered to avoid having their heads shaved off by the huge hook knife. Although the landing place is very limited, fortunately the aura here is light, allowing them to land on nearby sculptures. Lord Shuangyue raised his hand to receive the attack, and took a step back with his left foot at the same time. He received the heavy blow with the Demon-Sealing Blade and remained motionless. Black lines began to spread on his arms, and Jun Aoyan thought he had seen it wrong. But she looked closely and confirmed that it was indeed some kind of mark of existence. Will it be a tattoo?
"It's a tattoo." Qi Huan, who was falling behind her, seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. "The assassin who was famous all over the world a hundred years ago... although his name is no longer remembered because he became the Impermanence of Six Paths. But many people know that he has He has several tattoos of the Dragon of Trouble. Most assassins would not do this. It is too blatant and easy to be discovered. But since he has long been famous, he must not care about these details..."
As soon as Qi Huan finished speaking, he suddenly found that those annoying Rakshasa people under his feet had climbed up again at some point. Rakshasa one after another, densely clinging to the tall stone carvings, it is almost reminiscent of the Holy Land in midsummer. The densely packed snails on the bridge pillars are slowly squirming. As soon as Qi Huan jumped, Jun Aoyan immediately swung the Mo Dao and chopped off the arm of the Rakshasa closest to Qi Huan.
Liu Shenghan leaped over from the other side.
"It's impossible to kill all these Rakshasa... not to mention those generals who are blocking us. Unless we cut off their origin."
"It's like bamboo shoots!" Qi Huan stepped on the other's outstretched hand with his heel and crushed it several times. "They sprouted out of the ground one by one, endlessly!"
"This is the rift... where is the key?"
"What key? Ah - you mean the fake magic pestle?" Tian Ping
They immediately looked towards the Queen's statue, the arc-shaped arrangement making it easy for them to see their target. On the chest of the queen's statue, where it connects to the cloak, the fake magic pestle is embedded inside.
"There are three Buddha heads..." Liu Shenghan calculated, "They are probably the place between the rift, the human world, and Shura. We must destroy the key after returning to the living world. But as for how to correspond... none of us know."
"Get it first and then talk about it!"
Qi Huan reacted quickly because he noticed that the queen's confidants had clear goals and were walking towards the statue of the queen in the center. Qi Huan moved quickly and quickly mastered the essentials of action here. Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, a huge battle ax suddenly flew in front of him and was deeply embedded in the folds of the sculpture, right in front of Qi Huan. The metal rubbed against the tip of his nose, wearing off a thin layer of skin. His feet slipped and rubbed along the stone wall, finally stopping on the arm of the statue. It was really too dangerous. If he had moved forward a little further, his whole body would have been split open.
He turned around and looked over and found that it was a general's weapon. That Shura - no, for now, it should be Rakshasa. His skin is dark gray with a metallic luster, making it hard to imagine how hard his surface is. His hair was dry and curly, as white as burnt cinders, and connected with his short and thick beard, he looked like a strange lion. Among the eight men, he was second only to Liu Shenghan's defeated general in terms of physique, because his legs were just like those of an ordinary person, but he was very tall from the waist up, and his physique was astonishing, as if he was stunted. His shoulders had to be arched down, his head stretched forward, and his two strong arms curled up at his sides. Judging from this posture, he looked like a ferocious gorilla again.
As soon as he raised his hand, Qi Huan felt that the whole statue was shaking. He looked up and found that the big and heavy battle ax was shaking constantly, struggling to get out of the gap in the stone sculpture. To say that this sculpture is really strong, even an attack from such a huge and powerful metal could not make it fall to pieces. The ax was finally pulled out and quickly returned to the hand of the gray-skinned Rakshasa. But judging from the way he raised his hand again, the next round of attacks didn't look like a joke.
Jun Aoyan had given up moving forward in a nearly vertical position, and instead fell directly to the ground. While running, he quickly rotated the Mo Dao to clear obstacles. In this environment, the knife became very light, just like a thin stick to her. Another Rakshasa general came over to kill him - he was so fast that Jun Aoyan was unable to react and was hit on the base of the statue with a palm. She was hit on the back first, and then the back of her head hit the stone. At that moment, she was so painful that she couldn't breathe. Fortunately, I had the previous shock as a buffer, otherwise my head would most likely be shattered. Before adjusting her breathing, she instinctively raised the Mo Dao in front of her to resist the grinning Rakshasa. Its fangs were turned out, revealing a rotten fleshy smell. Aoyan's hands were trembling, and he finally concentrated his strength on his right arm, suddenly slamming his opponent back onto the stone.
Aoyan suddenly realized that something was not right. The moment the Rakshasa came into contact with the stone sculpture, it felt like it was being pressed against cotton, with half of its body sinking into it. Jun Aoyan was stunned for a while. He didn't have that much strength in his hand, but the other party couldn't break free. The Rakshasa twisted his body, but seemed to be stuck inside and couldn't get out. Not long after, its entire body completely disappeared into the stone sculpture. Ao Yan felt uneasy as if her whole body was electric.
"He has returned to the world of Shura..." The tip of Liu Shenghan's pen was stained with the blood of Rakshasa. "Are the sculptures, the ground...the tangible things the nothingness over there? Or are they at least partially related to the things here?" The layout is different…”
She seemed to be talking to herself in the second half. At this time, another ferocious Rakshasa attempted to attack suddenly, and a Rakshasa whose appearance was almost the same as it attacked it. This moment of looking in the mirror did make the other party briefly dazed. Taking this opportunity, they immediately looked at Qi Huan diagonally in front of them. His legs were clamped on a stone weapon model, and he was holding a stack of paper figurines in one hand and moving them downwards with the other hand. The paper figures that fell down turned into the appearance of the Rakshasa closest to them, and quickly launched attacks.
"Fight them all back!"
On the other side, King Shura and Lord Shuangyue were also fighting fiercely. However, in comparison, Wang pressed forward step by step, exerting a lot of strength in every move, but there was no consumption, and he didn't know where the endless energy came from. Lord Shuangyue only resisted, taking advantage of every move, cleanly and without any unnecessary movements. However, dark shadows often flashed across his arms and face for unknown reasons.
"Shuangyue Lord, draw your sword!"
"Not really."
"Meeting each other alone is enough to give me face, but you humiliate us again and again, which is really irritating."
"I didn't mean that."
Bai Ya naturally also discovered a way to "invite" the Rakshasa people back to the Asura Path. But being outnumbered and scarred, he still chose to escape from the pointless battle of physical exhaustion. He suddenly joined the duel between the king and Shuangyue Lord, and strangled the queen's neck from behind with his two swords. Lord Shuangyue didn't take action or stop him. He watched Bai Ya kill him with the huge "scissors".
The king threw himself wholeheartedly into the battle and was unable to guard against it. A large amount of bright red blood gushed out from the severed blood vessels. But before Bai Ya could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt something hard - the blade was blocked. Is it the spine? how come? It felt like another kind of metal or rock, making his arms tingle. If it were an ordinary blade, I'm afraid a gap would have appeared at this time. Shouldn't Shura - especially their king - be judged by normal human standards?
Wang suddenly threw his weapon up, then grabbed Bai Ya's arm behind him with both hands, and threw him forward hard. Bai Ya hit the ground hard, grinning in pain. At this time, the hook knife fell down, and Wang caught it accurately and struck it down viciously. He quickly crossed his scimitars and used the intersection to resist the attack of the hook knife, but he was still stabbed in the side by the long tip of the knife.
Not deep, at least not fatal; not painful, because I'm used to it.
"Young Master Bai, this is not the behavior of a gentleman." She mocked the man who was pinned to the ground. Then, she stepped on the intersection of the double knives and the hook knife, letting the tip of the knife penetrate deeper. Bai Ya's arms began to shake violently, and he could no longer hold up. He also didn't expect that this small body would have such weight and power.
