Shadow Hack Chapter 695: I’m so bold

? The maid turned her head and glanced at the monk who was looking at the City Lord’s Mansion. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes showed a trace of contempt, and she slowly said, “This is the City Lord’s Mansion, not the Moruo clan. Look at this City Lord again. I will dig out your eyes for the layout of the house."

The voice fell, and the maid exploded with the cultivation of the mid-term Saint Xianwu.

The demigod power in the body that was affected by this momentum kept running rampant in the body. The Xiuchen's face became paler and paler. He retracted his gaze and said respectfully to the maid: "My sister said that the City Lord's Mansion is too grand. Stare at random without holding back."

"Bah, who is your sister. Don't think about getting involved with me. People in the City Lord's Mansion never accept this. Follow closely, don't lose your head when the time comes." The maid is cold. With a snort, his chin lifted slightly, and he said proudly. There was contempt for Xiu Chen's collateral child in his tone, and he didn't mean to be concealed at all.

The Xiuchen nodded, retracted his gaze and stopped looking at the layout of the City Lord's Mansion, just following the maid into the hall.

Passing through the hall of the main hall, the maid directly led the monks around the central screen, and walked up the rotating staircase to the top. When she walked to a wooden door, the maid withdrew her contempt and showed a sweet smile, and said: "My lord of the city, God the father, and the monk bring it here."

"Well, go down and let the monk push the door in."

Ashabi's deep voice came from inside the door, and the maid backed away and disappeared in the corridor. Xiuchen took a deep breath, opened the wooden door directly, and walked in. After entering the door, I saw Ashby standing respectfully next to a black-haired young man. His slightly fat figure was straight and his face was not angry or pretentious, and he looked like a powerful man.

The black-haired young man sitting on the animal leather chair, with three heads and six arms, lay lazily, shaking a crystal cup in his hand, exuding an affinity, just like an ordinary person, but There is no sense of supremacy of the gods.

This young man is Ashura, the ancestor **** of all the people of Asura City.

The monk had seen the image of Ashura in the ceremony of worship, and the golden statue made of pure gold and stone alone carried an aura of looking at the world. Whenever he saw it, there was only a fanatical sense of worship left in his heart. Seeing a real person, instead of looking at the world, the young looks feel like a father and son standing next to Ashby.

More like a dude.

Xiuchen walked in front of the two of them, knelt on the ground and kowtow, respectfully saying: "See Father God, City Lord."

After finishing speaking, Xiuchen felt an aura strong enough to crush him as soon as he raised his head, and then heard Ashby's strong roar in his ear.

"Sister, what should you sin! You are so courageous, do you deceive God Father and I to find death?"

Under the pressure of the gods, the demi-divine power in the Xiuchen's body seemed to be replenished, and the more vitality jumped up and down in the body, destroying every meridian. He gritted his teeth forcibly resisting the dizziness, determined his mind, and said calmly: "The Xiuchen didn't intend to deceive God the Father and the Lord, but if I didn't say that, the Lord and Father would not open the gate of the Lord's Mansion. ."

As soon as Ashby heard what the monk said, his eyes widened and stared at him, and he yelled more and more: "Presumptuous, you are just a collateral child of the four great clans, dare to count on the head of the father and me, Obviously, I'm looking for death."

As the voice fell, Ashby shook his hand, and a black light slowly flew towards Xiuchen. Under the pressure of the gods like the vast ocean, Xiuchen instantly turned into duckweed in the sea, unable to control his whole body. Seeing that black light carried a destructive aura, Xiuchen's eyes condensed, and he tried to control his hands, trying to resist with the power of the Eye of Death.

Any treasure contains the power of faith, and this power of faith can instantly increase the strength, only the time limit and the number of times. The number of times a monk can use it is three times a day. Within a day, the first time to use the power of faith to increase the strength of the divine residence, the second time is the Shengxianwu Great Divine Stage, the third time only Shengxianwu Late.

Although it can only be promoted to the late stage of Shengxianwu, it can also increase the strength to resist the casual blow of the city lord. Of course, there is no demigod's strength to resist this blow, it is simply wishful thinking. But Xiuchen still has to try, if he doesn't try, waiting for death is not his style.

The black light swayed in mid-air, and the power contained in it burned out all the space it passed.

"Okay, it's just a junior. You frightened him with such a heavy hand." Asura waved his arm, the coercive black light instantly dissipated in the air without a trace.

Ashbi looked at Ashura and said in shock: "Father, this kind of cruelty to the same race should be put to death directly. Why stop me."

"The lord of the city do you think so? Xiuming wants to kill me, so I naturally want to resist, why should I sit and wait for death. Shouldn't people with dappled blood be born to be born? You are the city lord. You were chased and killed. At that time, do you fight with your hands or fight hard." The repairer said hard, and he clearly felt the semi-divine power in his body moving wantonly.

If you don't suppress this semi-supernatural power, you will die soon. Only the cultivator was in the early stage of Sheng Xian Wu, and could not be suppressed at all, not to mention how the ancient **** Asura and Asabi were in front of him.

"You..." Ashebi looked at the monk coldly, then sneered and said: "I am a son of an ancient god, and everything I do is right~ IndoMTL.com~ You are just one of the four big clans. A collateral child with mottled blood, dare to compare himself with me."

Bloodlines, everything is bloodlines.

The mottled blood is the inferior person who cannot even stimulate the physical vision and will be abandoned by the clan and thrown into the slum. Or you may become a collateral child, and you will be a subordinate all your life.

Xiuchen sneered, and the long-suppressed emotions erupted in his heart, and said loudly: "What about the pure blood, it's not dead outside. And my collateral child safely returned to Shura City. Lord Lord, what you said It’s all wrong. It doesn’t matter whether the blood is pure or impure, what matters is whether you have the ability to live to the end."

The voice fell, and Xiuchen stared at Asabi with his eyes as firm as a wolf.

Asura sitting on the recliner looked at the Xiu with interest, and said with a smile: "That Xiu Ming really killed you? The young master travels with the treasure of the clan and can be elevated to the realm of the gods' residence. . How did you kill Xiuming?"

"Xiuming was not killed by me, but by a goddess. That day, the girl was a divine residence. Even if Xiuming was briefly elevated to the realm of divine residence, it would not help."