Chapter 555

Putong——

With a dull sound, Zhao Xin fell to the ground hard, and there were bursts of pain from his buttocks.

"Ouch, I'm in the trough. It hurts..."

Zhao Xin covers his buttocks and stands up quickly. He opens the yellow sand wrapped around him and suddenly finds himself in a dark passage.

"Bronze?"

Zhao Xin touched the cold wall, which should be bronze in texture and material.

The whole passage seems to be made of bronze.

Bronze is not as valuable in this world as it is in the earth. Bronze is of low value in the fairyland, just like scrap iron.

The passage is dark and quiet. There is also a passage above the head. I should have fallen down from this passage.

"There seems to be someone." Xiao Hua's voice suddenly came. Zhao Xin's cold hair suddenly stood up and subconsciously called out the black iron sword.

Dada dada——

Suddenly, torches were burning on the walls on both sides of the passage, illuminating the dark and gloomy passage. The torches were constantly burning, as if someone were guiding him.

"Whatever it is, you can settle down as you come."

Zhao Xin boldly walked towards the depth of the bronze passage.

The light of the fire swayed gently with the breeze, and it was very frightening.

After walking about 3000 meters, he finally walked out of the passageway. However, it was a huge bronze palace buried in the yellow sand. Standing on a cliff, he had a panoramic view of the huge scale of the bronze palace.

The visual shock surprised Zhao Xin.

"Would you like to go down and have a look?" Floret tentatively asked, obviously floret also had a sense of curiosity about the things in front of her eyes.

Zhao Xin nodded and slid to the bottom along an iron chain beside the cliff. When he stepped on the door of the bronze hall, there was a faint light on the ground, but Zhao Xin didn't notice.

Walking into the bronze hall, the hall is extremely spacious, with only three huge bronze figures standing up.

Walking to the bottom of a bronze figure, Zhao Xin saw the handwriting on a nearby stone tablet.

"Blood Buddha?"

Zhao Xin saw the first three words and looked up at the tall figure. He really looked like a monk with a bald head and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

When Zhao Xin wanted to continue to look, suddenly a burst of sword light hit.

Zhao Xin's heart was startled. He drew his sword to fight back and immediately defeated the sword light.

"Who is it?"

"It's a rat's move to be furtive."

The buried bronze hall is very frightening, but there are strange things in it. I don't know whether it's human or ghost.

Zhao Xin's divine consciousness was released and the eye of writing wheel was opened to ensure that it was not a magic array. His heart net gradually spread to the whole hall,

Hum!

All of a sudden, several swords were stirred up again, and the swords were mixed with the strong breath of law.

Zhao Xin's eyes were slightly solidified. The sword Qi was not murderous, but it was extremely powerful. It seemed that the attacker was deliberately trying to force him to use the law.

"In that case, as you wish."

"Shura's law state, near!"

A low drink, Shura law into Zhao Xin's body, Shura breath filled the whole hall.

"Ha ha ha... It's really Shura's law. Lord Shura doesn't deceive me."

"Ha ha ha..."

A burst of gloomy laughter rang out in the hall. Zhao Xin was shocked. His heart expanded rapidly to find the sound source, but he couldn't find it.

Even if the martial arts realm is close to Zhao Xin, Xinwang will definitely find this person, which shows that the laughing man is an immortal level master above the martial arts realm.

All of a sudden, a shadow fell directly behind Zhao Xin, and the wind rose suddenly. Zhao Xin was shocked. He subconsciously cut off the remnant sword in his hand. The blood of the green dragon and the blood of the Sea Dragon King were aroused at the same time, sending out two clear dragon chants.

Clang——

The sound of the sword surged.

Zhao Xin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the old man in front of him. With two fingers, the old man clamped his sword with all his strength!

The old man's face was strong and vigorous, and a fierce breath came out of his body. The old man looked at Zhao Xin with a smile.

"I didn't expect that the little master was still using the old slave's remnant sword." The old man looked at the broken sword in Zhao Xin's hand and laughed heartily.

Sound falls, Zhao Xin suddenly surprised, eyes stare at the old man, can't believe asked: "what do you say?"

"The little master should hear what the old slave said very clearly." The old man let go of the sword blade, and then knelt down on one knee and called respectfully: "welcome Shura back to the palace."

At this moment, Zhao Xin was completely confused, and he quickly picked up the old man with a face full of confusion.

"Lord Shura, my name is Zhao Xin."

The old man insisted on not standing up, and Zhao Xin couldn't help him.

"Well, kneel if you want to."

"I won't accompany you. I'm leaving. You can play alone."

After that, Zhao Xin is about to leave.

"Do you want to see the death of palosius The old man's words echoed in the open hall.

Zhao Xingang's raised foot suddenly stopped floating in the air, and did not fall for a long time.

The old man got up and said, "there is nothing wrong with the prophecy of Lord Shura. He knows that he can't survive the disaster. Before he dies, Lord Shura integrates himself into the law of Shura, and the person who can master and understand the law of Shura is the new generation of Lord Shura, the new leader of the spirit world of Shura."

Zhao Xin stopped and turned to look at the old man. The old man stood with his hands behind the bronze statue, as if recalling the past.

"What happened?"

"It's the battle of fairyland. In that battle, the real bodies of the demons and the three great war emperors were destroyed, and their souls fled from all walks of life. Three of the six sages under Lord Shura died in the battle, and the other three were destroyed. In that battle, we were defeated." The old man sighed.

Zhao Xin quickly asked: "what happened in the war? Why did so many interfaces take part in the war and the casualties were so amazing?"

He also wanted to know what happened, what interests were needed to start a war, and what could attract so many people to join in that war.

The old man's palm turned, a ray of light projected out, the picture is a sleeping young girl, the girl all red fruit lying quietly.

"What is this“

"This is the spirit of the world. Shura was able to integrate into the law before he died, thanks to her help. At the same time, she was also the reason for the war."

"Jieling?"

"Do you know that there are only thirty-five spiritual realms, but Shura's spiritual realms are not spiritual realms. It's an interface created by Lord Shura himself, because the appearance of the spiritual realms awakens the blood of Lord Shura, and Shura's law is on top of all the rules."

"Is this the role of Jieling?" Hearing this, Zhao Xin was shocked. How much power does it take for a little girl to let one rule override all the rules?

The old man nodded: "in order to get the spirit of the world, some masters even went to war recklessly. They put millions of monks in the spirit world of Shura and let them blow themselves up. Then they falsely accused the Lord of Shura of being bloodthirsty and aroused the public indignation of the world. The war started from this."

Zhao Xin looked at the sleeping Jieling in surprise and suddenly thought of something. He asked the old man, "who are you?"

The old man said with a cool smile: "the old slave seeks defeat alone."