The world of the Martial Saint Tomb, the originally empty world has completely turned into desolation.

Drops of bright red blood dripped under the Shura mask, and the empty eyes swept towards Wu Liang and the others, and said with a smile: "One fights with two, I will still be honored even if I am defeated!"

"Shura, you dare to be king, it's just a joke!"

Zangtian Jian said coldly with a contemptuous look on his face: "You are too arrogant to yourself when you fight against two!"

"Hehe, the Tibetan Sword, if you hadn't joined forces, how could I stand up to you!"

Shura sneered repeatedly, Wu Liang was too lazy to argue, and said impatiently: "Old ghost, why do you do this thing that is neither human nor ghost? You dare to pick peaches in front of you and me and send him back!"

As he said that, a strong and extremely murderous intent appeared on his face. Even this ghost person dared to be called Shura King. For thousands of years, who would dare to be except him Wu Liang!

Arrogant in front of the real Shura King, no matter whether this Shura has a grudge against him or not, he is dead!

"What you say is extremely!"

Zangtian Sword nodded in agreement, and a hint of silence appeared on his face. Shura was too arrogant. If the sky was not open today, someone would dare to seize food in front of him and Wu Liang. This is not seeking death.

As the two of them finished speaking, their figures passed through the void and appeared in front of Shura in an instant.

Shura, wearing a mask, smiled coldly, glanced at the two of them resentfully, and gritted her teeth and said, "This is the beginning, you two are waiting for me!"

Bang!

A violent explosion came, and a blood mist rose from the place where Shura was originally located, followed by a sad scream from Shura.

...

After a moment, the blood mist slowly dissipated.

Wu Liang's face was gloomy and said lightly: "Very good, this ghost is going to kill him, and no one should compete with me!"

The Zangtian Sword looked bad, and he said angrily: "Who snatches you from? Hurry up and kill this bastard!"

Shura escaped the pursuit of the two of them because of self-harm. Now he is seriously injured. It would be a breeze if Wu Liang could find this guy to kill him, and there was nothing to worry about in the Zangtian Sword.

After saying that, he glanced at the storage ring on his hand and said with gratitude: "Fortunately, the flame fruit is still there, otherwise the old man would kill him!"

Wu Liang glanced at him disdainfully and sneered: "You can tell by looking at it yourself. It's a pity that you have lived for so many years, and you can't even see the tricks of stealing dragons and turning phoenixes."

The face of Zangtian Jian changed. He hurriedly entered the spiritual consciousness, then he became furious and roared: "Bastard!"

It turned out that this storage ring was just a bait thrown by Shura. If it weren't for the Zangtian Sword's determination to regain the flame fruit, Shura wouldn't have escaped so easily at the last moment.

Wu Liang was too lazy to argue with the Zangtian Sword. Although Shura suddenly snatched away a flame fruit, he had taken five of them before, and now there were four left, so he did not mention the issue of being equal to the Zangtian Sword.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

It was not until Wu Liang disappeared that Zangtian Jian suddenly realized it. He glanced at the flame tree protected by the golden body of the Martial Saint, two flame-shaped fruits hung alone on the flame sacred tree not far away, and his face changed drastically. After a long time, he groaned:

"Two bastards, this is what I discovered!"

In the end, he actually had the smallest harvest. Even the bastard Shura snatched away three of them. The Zangtian Sword was not angry and vomited blood even if he was well-cultivated.

However, when I thought about it, the Zangtian Sword was filled with joy. Although the flame fruit was gone, the flame divine tree and the martial saint's golden body were ignored by the two, which was a better harvest than the flame fruit.

...

Wu Liang, who had already gone away, seemed to have guessed the thoughts of Zangtian Sword, and muttered: "Silly, if there is such a good thing, we can still give you some good things."

Mr. Wu is not a good person. He even needs to squeeze out oil from stones. Can he still have good things cheaply?

Although the martial saint's golden body remains for thousands of years, the true energy in the body has long dissipated. In addition, it has been squandered by the spirit of the flame divine tree. Now the last remaining wisp of true energy has been consumed by protecting the divine tree.

The current martial saint's golden body is just an empty shell, and it may turn into ashes in the next moment.

As for the flame sacred tree, let alone the tree spirit is over, not to mention the spirituality of the sacred tree, even if it does not become an ordinary big tree, it will take at least a hundred years for this flame fruit to mature. The effect of the hundred-year flame fruit is extremely weak, so Wu Liang was too lazy to waste his time.

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Although Wu Liang's strength is no longer good, his vision is indeed beyond ordinary people's comparison.

When the Zangtian Sword took off the two flame fruits and was happily preparing to move the martial saint's golden body back home, a scene that made him cry without tears happened.

The golden body of the Martial Saint, which was nearly 100 meters tall, suddenly collapsed, and in a moment it turned into a pile of ashes, without even a single hair.

The next scene hit the Zangtian Sword even more powerfully. Once the golden body was broken, the already shattered space suddenly collapsed, and creaking sounds kept coming from the space of the Martial Saint Tomb.

The blink of an eye is not just about space, but everything in the space becomes nothingness.

Zangtian Sword fled quickly, but luckily it was not affected, but seeing the flame sacred tree that was about to disappear breaking out inch with the collapse of the space, Lao Zang's heart was almost broken.

"Wu Liang! Shura!"

Zangtian Jian gritted his teeth and roared, these two bastards were too bullying!

Without time to touch the scene, the Zangtian Sword turned around and left. After a moment, less than half of the powerful men in the Divine Martial Arts retreated from the dense forest outside the tomb.

The originally lush forest is now lying in a row, as if it is hit by a hurricane.

The breeze blows by, and there is silence.

After a long time, a faint coughing sound came from the empty wasteland.

Shura struggled to crawl out of the crack in the void, covered in blood, his arms completely disappeared, and a piece of his left calf was missing.

After licking the blood at the corner of his mouth, Shura looked ferocious and smiled strangely: "I am worthy of being the two strongest monsters in the present day, but I can't kill this time, and you will die next time!"

"Can't you really kill you?"

A indifferent words slowly came, and Shura, who was still smiling fiercely, froze, struggled to turn around, swept over Wu Liang's playful face, and froze slightly: "You didn't leave!"

Wu Liang hugged his chest with his hands and said lightly: "Can you hide the small skill of the Eagle Cang than me? The old ghost of Zang is old and his head is not clear anymore. Do you think I am the same?"

Shura's face showed a hint of helplessness, and he coughed lightly and said weakly: "Say, what do you want to do?"

"Give the flame fruit first." Wu Liang didn't say nonsense. Although the limit of a person is three, the Wu family is not alone, so the more they are, so of course they can't waste good things to outsiders.

Shura did not talk nonsense and threw out the storage ring in his mouth. Wu Liang took out a handkerchief with disgust and said dissatisfiedly: "Disgusting guy. I'll cut your tongue next time."

Shura didn't care. Now he was in trouble. Since he lost, he naturally had to admit defeat.

Even if you don’t hand over it, Wu Liang will come to take it himself later, so why bother to bring shame to himself?

As for Wu Liang's words immediately and disgusting words, Shura didn't take them seriously at all. There were a few people from the dark forces who cared about their reputation. A few scolded them and a lot of pieces of meat.

Shura has been in the dark forces for so many years and has long been indifferent to these things.

"Wu Liang, what else do you have?" Although Shura was unable to resist now, he was not too scared. After all, Wu Liang did not take action as soon as he appeared, which means there was still a chance to negotiate.

"Three conditions, I can't let you go... Haha..."

Wu Liang smiled faintly. Shura didn't care and said carelessly: "The Heavenly Lord just speaks frankly!"

He didn't mention the flame fruit just now. After all, it was not his thing, but now that he lost, the spoil was naturally Wu Liang's.

As for whether the old ghost of the Zangtian Sword suffered a loss, who would care about his life or death, and who would make the old guy's head unable to turn faster than theirs.

"First, help me kill someone..."

"No need to say about Tianzun. If this person is Qi Yue, Tianzun will do it."

Before Wu Liang finished speaking, Shura interrupted. Seeing that Wu Liang's face became gloomy, Shura didn't care and said lightly: "Shura is alone, and he will die early and die late. Since that's the case, it's not better to die at the hands of the Heavenly Lord.

I am so happy to be humiliated.”

"Are you afraid of her?"

Wu Liang had a little surprise and interest in his tone. With Shura's strength, not to mention the invincible world, but there are probably not many powerful people who can find comparable to Shura among the dark forces.

In this case, who can make Shura fear so much.

Does Yuan Qingzhu have such great ability?

Wu Liang was a little unbelievable, but seeing Shura's appearance was not like a fake, Wu Liang chuckled and said, "Tell me, I want to see what is so powerful about this Yuan Qingzhu that can make you want to die?"

Shura turned a deaf ear to Wu Liang's ridicule, but instead calmed down and said, "Is this a condition?"

Wu Liang showed a sarcasm on his face and said lightly: "What do you think?"

Shura shrugged and smiled in a hoarse voice, "I think, what does the Heavenly Lord think?"

"That's it."

Wu Liang responded with no choice but to smile, and his eyes looked at Shura but were full of sympathy and pity.

It seemed that he didn't feel Wu Liang's gaze, Shura whispered: "Qiyue is now named the Dark Saint, and the Dark King is supported by the Dark King behind her. That is the real king. I don't want to seek death."

"Isn't the sky closed?" Wu Liang was not surprised that there was a king behind the dark forces, otherwise he would not have a foothold in an era when sects were respected, and he could even compete with sects.

Even more than one king of dark forces can't be sure, but these are not what Wu Liang needs to care about now.

"So what if it is closed? Does the Heavenly Lord still not understand that the strong are respected? Even if the War King dares to block the Heavenly Away, he dares to let the King be loyal?"

Shura snorted, privileges are everywhere, and the king of heaven and heaven will not be affected by anything.

Wu Liang knew it and nodded, "Since that's the case, then forget it. Secondly, I'd better help me kill someone."

Shura's expression changed slightly and he said lightly: "Apart from Qiyue, who has the ability to let the Heavenly Lord pretend to be with others?"

"You don't have to worry about this, just say whether you agree or not."
To be continued...