Chapter 70 The Shura god’s setup collapsed
"I haven't paid attention to it for a while, but the last assessor actually failed."
"After all, my talent was too low, and it was broken by the whetstone. Maybe I was too eager."
"But it's okay. The natural affinity between the little guy in front of you and the Shura God is as high as 85%, which is simply unheard of."
"It's better to strike first. If other embryo killers find out, even if I am the God King, it will be very difficult for me to do it."
"Xiu Luo~"
Just when God King Shura made his decision, an angry shout suddenly sounded in Shen Jianxin's mind, and in an instant, Shen Jianxin's sea of consciousness was dyed blood red.
At the same time, Shen Jianxin, who was still walking in the corridor, instantly lost control of his body, and his self-awareness was forcibly drawn into the blood.
The sudden change caused Shen Jianxin's expression to change suddenly, and he subconsciously summoned the Martial Spirit Tiger Soul Sword.
Holding the solid hilt of the Tiger Soul Sword in his hand, Shen Jianxin calmed down slightly and began to look at everything around him vigilantly.
The surroundings were extremely silent, and the air was filled with thick blood-colored fog. The endless murderous intent everywhere in the thick fog stimulated Shen Jianxin's heart all the time.
Through the thick fog, Shen Jianxin vaguely saw what seemed to be a bloody palace ahead.
"City of Killing?"
"wrong!"
"What the hell is this place?"
It seemed that he was affected by the divine power of God Shura. At this time, Shen Jianxin didn't even realize that he was in his own sea of consciousness.
"After tens of thousands of years, you are finally here!"
"I have been waiting for a long time"
Suddenly, a majestic voice with echoes poured into Shen Jianxin's mind from all directions.
Shen Jianxin's face showed fear, and the wave of murderous intent spread instantly, and four soul rings of yellow, purple, purple, and black instantly appeared around his body.
"This is not a killing city! What is this place? Who are you?"
The appearance of the soul ring made Shen Jianxin certain that this was not the city of killing. The murderous intention fluctuated and all he felt was blood and nothing else.
After a brief silence, the voice sounded again: "The soul ring that transcends the limits, the prototype of the killing god field, the qualifications are very good!"
"Killing God Realm? You said I am the prototype of the Killing God Realm?"
"Yes, although it is slightly different from the realm of the God of Death here, it is essentially a way of using killing intent."
"Senior knows the realm of the God of Killing so well, is he the King of Killing?"
"King of Slaughter?" The voice paused for a moment and sounded again: "That's not wrong."
Shen Jianxin was a little confused. Is this King of Slaughter so idle? Why bother with him, a kid who just stepped into the killing city?
Just when Shen Jian was confused, a majestic voice sounded again: "I am the God of Shura, the God of Killing, the God of Judgment and Justice."
"My child, everything you want to know is in the hall, come here!"
【Shura God King? ! 】
[I didn’t even pass the preliminary assessment, but God Shura actually came to my door by himself? 】
[Is my hunch true? Is this Shura position really suitable for me? 】
"Don't panic, kid, come here quickly, there is everything you want here."
Seeing that Shen Jianxin was unmoved, God Shura's tone turned a little anxious.
[Is this really Shura God? Why do I feel like he is more anxious than me? Isn't this some kind of evil god? 】
[Forget it, just die. If someone can get me to this hellish place in an instant, I can’t resist what they want to do to me. 】
Thinking of this, Shen Jianxin simply dismissed the Tiger Soul Sword, made a fearless gesture, and stepped into the Blood Palace.
Entering the palace, the thick blood-colored fog outside instantly disappeared, and Shen Jianxin's vision became clear.
The palace was very empty, and neither the roof nor the surrounding walls could be seen. The places that were far away seemed to disappear into the darkness.
Directly opposite the door was a bloody corridor that seemed to be flowing. Several thick dark red pillars stood quietly on both sides of the corridor, extending upward until they disappeared into the darkness.
At the end of the aisle, there is a huge statue shrouded in light from an unknown source.
The statue's face is blurred, its eyes are blood-red, and its whole body is covered in dark red magic pattern armor. There is also a bloody giant sword in front of it. The thick sword is densely covered with dark gold magic patterns, and it is full of extremely fierce killing aura.
The statue's hands were quietly placed on the hilt of the giant sword, and its blood-red eyes were silently staring in the direction of Shen Jianxin.
"You came."
As the voice sounded, a dazzling red light suddenly erupted from the statue, and a blood-red light pillar shot straight into the sky, as if it was trying to attract something.
After a moment, the light beam dissipated and the statue disappeared, replaced by a bloody figure.
The height and size of the figure are almost the same as those of the statue, except that the statue looks like an entity, while he looks like a transparent shadow.
The bloody giant sword that was originally inserted in front of the statue was carried on the back of the bloody figure at some point.
"Senior, are you the Shura God?"
Shen Jianxin was a little nervous at this time. He had no other feelings when facing the statue before, but now facing this figure, he felt unprecedented pressure.
Although this figure was illusory, it did not release any pressure.
But just by being looked at by him, Shen Jianxin's body started to act like a crazy warning, as if this figure would make him fly into ashes and annihilate at any time if he even thought about it.
"Release your martial spirit!"
The illusory figure did not answer Shen Jianxin's question, but looked at him and stretched out his hand, gesturing for him to summon the Tiger Soul Sword.
Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment, and with a thought, the Tiger Soul Sword appeared out of thin air and floated in front of Shen Jianxin.
The fingers of the illusory figure moved, and the Tiger Soul Sword buzzed. The tip of the sword suddenly faced the figure, and an extremely pure murderous intention burst out, as if it was about to kill the figure under the sword.
"Huh? It's really strange that he still has the intention to kill that is beyond my control."
"It seems that this Shura God's Table is really rubbish and has seriously affected my progress."
After groaning twice, God Shura looked at Shen Jianxin and said, "Excellent qualifications and fierce murderous intent. He is indeed very suitable for the position of God Shura."
"I'm not going to lie to you either. With your excellent qualifications, you will definitely be able to create your own divine status in the future. You will also have the opportunity to prove yourself to a first-class divine status such as God of Death, God of War, or even Rakshasa."
"But my Shura position is different. It is one of the five great kings of the gods and belongs to the king of gods."
"If you inherit my divine throne, you will at least be spared ten thousand years of struggle."
"How about it, little one, do you want it?"
"Um." Shen Jianxin scratched his head: "Senior, did you just say that the Shura God is rubbish?"
"Is there any?" God Shura was also stunned for a moment, and at the same time, he secretly cursed himself for saying what was in his heart.
"Oh, don't think so much. No matter how rubbish I am as a god, I can still save you thousands of years of practice time."
"How about I give you a nice word, do you want it or not?"
[But it may take tens of thousands of years to find a suitable successor. 】
[However, the God King is already the strongest god in this world. It takes time and effort to create his own god, but he may not be as powerful in the end, and the future is already uncertain]
Thinking of this, Shen Jianxin's eyes were full of determination and he bowed respectfully to Shura Xuying.
"If you are gifted by an elder, you dare not refuse it. If you refuse it without being respectful, you will be well-deserved."
"Thank you for your love, senior."
