The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 525: Sura Field

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In the silent dark night, with the bright moon in the sky and the breeze blowing across his face, Zhuo Fan sat quietly in the small hut where he had just settled, closing his eyes lightly, and a bunch of blue flames on his forehead burning blazingly.

This is the Qingyan that Kunpeng gave him in his early years. At first he didn't know what it would do, but after Kunpeng raised some points, he discovered that this is the most precious treasure for refining gods.

At this moment, he is refining the soul with this flame, and the essence and strength of the soul is growing like a flying one.

However, just at this moment, a rustle of bells suddenly passed into his ears, causing him to frown, and the blue flames on his forehead extinguished immediately.

"Zhuo Fan, Zhuo Fan, get up quickly, get together..." An old voice rang out in a hurry. After a while, he heard the door knock and was pushed open, Yuan Yuan hurriedly ran in. , Apart from anything else, he pulled up Zhuo Fan and ran out.

Zhuo Fan was taken aback, not knowing why: "Old Yuan, what happened, so anxious?"

"Hey, you just came, don’t know, this is the two adults calling all the handyman disciples to gather. They must rush away as soon as possible. If it’s too late, the life won’t be saved!" Old Yuan shook his beard unconsciously, his eyes Exuding the color of horror.

Zhuo Fan was startled and even more puzzled: "Two adults? Isn't this handy house under your control?"

"Hey, the old man is only a nominal stewardship. In this world, the strong are respected everywhere. Look at the old man, the bone-forging realm, can he be the king and hegemony!" Yuan Lao pulled Zhuo Fan Xiao Running fast, while smiling bitterly, shaking his head again and again.

Zhuo Fan knew it well, and it seemed that there was also a snake in it. However, he didn't worry at all. The dragon could hardly crush the snake, just because the dragon was not strong enough. A dragon like him, but a soaring magic dragon that can pierce the sky through the sky, even if it is a ground-headed snake that dares to provoke him, he has to bow his head to him, hum...

With a cold smile, Zhuo Fan didn't comment, and as the old Yuan pulled him, he trot all the way to follow.

Soon, the two came to the deepest corner of this handy house. At the foot of the mountain, there was a black hole the size of a person. Looking at it from a distance, it was bottomless.

Scattered, people coming from all directions are walking inside one after another.

When Old Yuan saw him, he couldn't help but patted his thigh and said: "Oh, oh, there are so many people, most of them must have gone in, we are late!"

"So what, isn't there still someone here? We're not the last one?" Zhuo Fan raised his brows involuntarily, and Zhuo Fan said noncommittal.

But Yuan Lao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You can come a little bit late, but you can't be late for half a minute!"

Speaking, he hurriedly pulled Zhuo Fan and squeezed into the hole.

As soon as I entered the cave, I saw the flames soaring into the sky, and rows of candles lined up on both sides of the cave, illuminating the passage. Everyone walked fast along this passage, and it was about a quarter of an hour before they saw a brighter fire.

I looked up and saw that it was a wide hall dug out among the mountains, with a radius of tens of miles. Everyone stood in the middle of the hall, tens of thousands of people, all raised their heads and looked at the two standing on the high platform in front.

One of them is a woman, but half of her face is tattooed with a picture of a purple-black scorpion, and her eyes are venomous. The powerful aura of the whole body is exposed, and he is actually a triple powerhouse with a magical light.

The other person is a burly man with a black robe and a sneer at the corner of his mouth. From his faintly exuding aura, Zhuo Fan could also judge that this is a master of the four levels of magical photos!

"Unexpectedly, the handyman's room is also a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" Zhuo Fan nodded slightly and chuckled.

Lao Yuan pulled La Zhuofan's sleeve slightly, and said cautiously: "They were all inner disciples before, and they were punished into the handyman's room because of a big mistake. This life is considered ruined. So they have no temper. Great, you had better not provoke it easily. Although there are four deacons behind you to take care of, but they also have the protection of elders behind them, don’t just go to death..."

"Old man Yuan, why didn't you come up yet, what are you muttering?" At this moment, a rough shout rang out, and everyone looked up, but they saw the fierce-faced man on the high platform.

Old man Yuan shrank his neck unconsciously, and gave Zhuo Fan another wink, and ran all the way up the high platform. He smiled flatteringly and said: "The two adults are sorry, the old man is late today, and I hope to forgive him. !"

"Huh, old stuff, if it weren’t for your old guy’s lack of material and poor aptitude, I would definitely take you as an old guy to practice, your legs and feet are getting slower and slower!" He gave him a harsh look. The big urn sounded the urn air.

Yuan Lao nodded and smiled flatly: "Thank you, Mr. Kuilang for not killing, ha ha ha..."

"Okay, get the roster soon, I'm going to count the number!" He glared at him fiercely, and Kui Lang cursed and said: "The old immortal, cheap bones, take you old guy to practice, I'm afraid Stained Laozi's exercises!"

"Yeah, yeah, hahaha..." Old Yuan kept nodding and bowing, with a look of shame, and handed a booklet to Kui Lang casually.

Bring it over and take a closer look, Kui Lang began to give his name: "Li Ergou, Hua Tieshu..."

Kui Lang's voice was so loud that it shook the ears of everyone present, and seemed to demonstrate his skill. After everyone heard it, they hurriedly raised their hands and yelled, for fear that they would slow down and be implicated by his anger.

At the end, everyone had finished their names one by one. Kui Lang turned the roster to the end, and when he was about to close it habitually, he suddenly frowned and said softly, "This is another Is there any new here, Zhuo Fan!"

"Yes!" Zhuo Fan slowly raised his hand, noncommittal.

Kui Lang glanced at him deeply, but sneered: "Hehehe...Since it's a newcomer, you have to make a rule first..."

"No, no, no...Kuiye, be merciful!" However, at this moment, Old Yuan waved his hand hurriedly, stopped, and pleaded: "Kuiye, this master is covered by four deacons. Yes, I have urged you to take good care of him. If you hurt him, I can’t explain it here!"

With a cold smile, Kui Lang didn't care at all, clenched his fists in both hands, and made a creaking sound: "Huh, what about a deacon, there is still an elder behind Lao Tzu. When you come here, you have to guard this place." Rules!"

"Kui Ye, this time is different. The four deacons valued this very seriously, and they threatened to go to the Sovereign to seek justice for him. Think about it, do the elders behind you care about you so much? "Gu Lu circulates in his eyes, Yuan Lao reminds me cautiously.

He couldn't help but stagnate, Kui Lang thought carefully.

They are all people who were abandoned by the sect. Even the former master, seeing that he has no future, he no longer intervenes, life and death are left to his fate. The only advantage is that I can go to the old place to visit Master at any time and get some small favors.

But it's impossible to get the master to stand up for him.

If the four deacons really value this Zhuo Fan so much, and even risking the risk of confronting the lord, to intercede for him, then if something goes wrong with him, they will definitely help him.

He, he doesn't want to mess with the deacon of the sect!

"Kui Lang, since this kid is so valued, the background must not be simple, it's better not to cause trouble!" At this moment, the woman gave Zhuo Fan a deep look and reminded her.

Nodding slightly, Kui Lang took a deep breath, finally lowering his fist.

There is no need to attract a swarm of bees for a drop of honey!

Thinking about this, Kui Lang's eyes moved slightly, and his expression became solemn again, and he said loudly: "Today ring the bell to call everyone to gather, not for anything else, just for one thing. Today, the Shura Field is open again, only Only the winner can get out from here!"

"What?"

Unconsciously startled, everyone was shocked, calling out again and again: "What's a joke, isn't the Shura field opened every three years? It's only half a year now, how can it..."

With a cold snort of disdain, Kui Langyou quietly said: "It doesn't matter whether it is three years or six months, it is the same. Only the strong can survive to the end. The losers can only be used as materials to contribute to the sect. Now, just In this cave, as soon as the bell rings, it starts to fight, and as soon as the bell stops, it stops immediately, do you hear it?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone became more panicked, but they were not prepared at all.

They thought there would be some arrangements for this rally, such as which elder was celebrating his birthday again, so they could prepare. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the Shura field.

Are the training materials for this disciple in the sect lacking?

Old Yuan saw it, took a look at Zhuo Fan, and was also very anxious, and begged the two of them: "Kui Ye, Na Zhuo Fan is a newcomer. I haven't seen the cruelty of Shura Field. Can you be accommodating? Don't Let him participate?"

"Hmph, the rules are the rules. Even if I look at the deacon, I don't trouble him, but the Shura Field is a rule that every handyman must abide by. If he doesn't abide by it, how can I obey the people in the future? "With a cold snort, Kui Lang flatly refused.

The woman took a deep look at Zhuo Fan and faintly said: "Old man Yuan, you don't have to be too anxious. That boy, Tianxuan's sixth level cultivation base, is considered strong among this group of handyman disciples. Can live to the end!"

Kui Lang glanced at Zhuo Fan and nodded slightly.

It seems that they are not disregarding the deacon behind Zhuo Fan, they just let him go after knowing that he must be okay.

After figuring this out, Yuan Lao also nodded slightly and let out a sigh of relief.

"Ghost Face Raksha, Moon Spirit; Black Face Yama, Kui Lang, I **** your grandma!"

Suddenly, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and one of the crowd suddenly pointed at the two on the stage and yelled: "Don’t think I don’t know, Zongmen didn’t ask for the collection of exercise materials at all. Sect disciples enter the inner gate to compete, and it will begin soon. You are just collecting materials for your sister and son. You are acting for your own sake. I will go to the Sect to sue you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man soared into the air and flew out of the cave in an instant. He turned out to be a master of the Heavenly Profound Duality.

Seeing this scene, Kui Lang smiled coldly, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a black wind suddenly rushed towards the man. With a touch, the man suddenly felt a pain in his head, a spurt of blood, and instantly fainted and fell to the ground.

When everyone saw it, they all trembled.

When Zhuo Fan saw it, his eyelids twitched slightly, thinking inwardly.

The primordial spirit shocks, but his primordial spirit power is extremely domineering, and it should be related to the cultivation method. It seems that some wicked technique was used to cultivate the primordial spirit so fiercely.

Turning his head and looking at everyone present, Zhuo Fan immediately understood that there are so many training materials, no wonder...but...this will not be good for him in the future!

A wise light flashed in his eyes, Zhuo Fan smiled and shook his head.

At this moment, when a soft sound came out, Nakyu Wolf had already rang the bronze bell next to him, and looked at everyone below, and said coldly: "The Shura Field is open, those who dare to escape, kill them. ……"