Chapter 889 3 wheel drive

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Somewhere in the world of fireworks.

The cold streets are full of passers-by.

The train came from afar and stopped the platform.

On the platform, in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, in the heavy snow, a red-haired young man, wrapped in only a thin sweater, stood on the platform in a daze.

“Aren’t you cold?” The passing aunt wanted to give her scarf to the red-haired young man, but was rejected by the young man very gently.

“Why not, such a heavy snow will freeze!”

The red-haired young man looked back, and then the aunt realized that there was a shadow in his eyes, like fog, but it really existed.

The red-haired youth stood sideways again.

The aunt looked at his heels unconsciously.

At this moment, the heels of the red-haired youth were firmly glued to the platform, and the aunt was horrified, and the station clerk came and said, “Don’t worry about him, he has been standing here for three years, and the water has not entered, it is simply a job statue.”

One day, another train came from the platform.

A rare fluctuating mood appeared in the eyes of the red-haired youth. The soles of his feet gradually detached from the platform floor, and finally turned into a rapidly dissipating fog, which rushed towards the train window.

At the window, there is a side face of a girl.

The moment the red-haired youth touched the window.

Completely dissipated, there is no more existence.

It’s just that the smile that remained at the last moment was captured by the girl in the window.

“That is……”

The girl was stunned.

The train continued to gallop forward.

The station clerk looked at the departing train and walked out with his hands behind his back. He had no feet, and below his waist was actually an illusory fog. He said with sympathy, “Life after life, every life I committed suicide to come here, waited for life after life, always Moths to the fire, why bother?”

…

“Run!”

“There is a killing **** in that place…”

“Murdering nature, even the creatures of the strange Protoss dare to kill!”

“No, that killing **** dares to kill even time!”

“I saw with my own eyes he slaughtered a race, and watched a race that existed for 100,000 years turn to dust under his knife.”

In the extragalactic galaxy, there are countless creatures fleeing the desert.

And the reason why they fled in such embarrassment was that an unmatched killing **** appeared in the area of ​​the Northern Galaxy frontier.

“I heard that the killing **** is thousands of light years tall!”

“No no no, that killing **** is only three meters tall.”

“He has a knife carved with petals. That knife is so powerful that all races in the area that he killed are terrified!”

“The knife and the killing **** both have the same name, what’s the name…”

In the frenzy of the various races fleeing, there were creatures talking. It thought hard about the name of the **** of death, but had no choice but to find that when faced with the **** of death at that time, death was only full of fear.

“It seems to be called… Shura.”

The wind rises and falls, and all creatures are silent for this name.

…

Asura walked among the ruins of stars outside the river.

Perhaps it was because the wind of cultivation outside the river became more prosperous, and his strength increased exponentially. Gradually, he was able to single-handedly enter the base camp of any race.

“I am Shura!”

A sentence I am Shura, stunned hundreds of millions of kilometers beyond the river.

No one knew where this murderous **** who suddenly appeared came from, nor what his purpose was. He only knew that wherever he passed, he would be razed to the ground by the purple-black murderous aura.

Gradually, extragalactic galaxies began to have a psychological fear of purple and black.

Finally one day, from a higher-level court, representing the extragalactic galaxies within 100,000 light years, as well as trillions of extragalactic creatures, they found Asura and attempted to kill him.

“The Tribunal is a powerful force that has enforced the law for the sons of the ninth-order masters among the realms!”

“With the Tribunal’s action, it can definitely suppress that Killing God!”

“Did you form a group to go to the theater?”

In the trial court with the sustenance of “all the attention”.

When driving the huge warship comparable to a planet to find Asura, he was cut off by Asura!

Purple-black murderous aura shrouded the galaxy like layers of dark clouds, including the eighteen judges of the Tribunal, all of which were chopped into flesh by Asura.

“The Tribunal?”

Asura grabbed the head of the last judge, lowered his eyes and said, “I didn’t expect that there are rules and laws outside the river? It’s ridiculous.”

The judge who looked like a toad struggled and looked at Asura in despair. At this moment, he understood just how terrifying this famous killing **** was.

This kind of terror reminded him of the existence that once dominated Hewai, the real God of Killing who was huddled in between the strange gods who were killed in the old era… King Shura!

“What’s your relationship with… King Shura?”

the judge asked desperately.

Asura lowered his eyes and lightly crushed it.

“What does the death of King Asura have to do with you?”

This battle completely raised Asura’s reputation to a very high level, and even his name began to be circulated among the world.

between the rooms.

Grey dome and grey grass.

Yog Sotos and Cthulhu are watching the pictures of people’s livelihood in the heavens and the world, and at the same time chatting about the recently famous Asura.

“Asura?”

“Yes, a young strong man from the galaxy.”

“What does he have to do with King Shura?”

“It should be a relationship similar to inheritance, or… King Shura was not really killed by us at the time. His will, soul and other things fled back to the galaxy.”

While chatting, Yog-Sothoth suddenly took out a yellowed ancient book from the void, and said while flipping, “I’m getting old and my memory is not good, so I have to look at the chronicle I wrote to remember it… …found it!”

“At that time, King Shura was suppressed by our twelve Sequence Masters and the three supreme gods of the real universe, destroying the body and soul, and then a supreme **** seemed to have said at that time: Although this guy’s soul has been wiped out , but the will is really amazing, his existence will always bring some kind of change to the world, maybe many years later, this kind of change will wake up, but once it breaks through the ground, it will stun the whole world.”

After reading the chronicle~www.readmtl.com~Cthulhu got up and stepped into the void.

“What are you going to do?”

Cthulhu turned back: “Go to the inheritor of King Shura, I want to see if this guy really has the potential to reach the level of King Shura in the future.”

After Cthulhu left.

Yog-Sothoth’s thoughts moved.

The grey grass spun back and forth like a Rubik’s cube.

Then, under the ground, a skeleton with a strange breath appeared. This skeleton, each bone was engraved with an unyielding oath.

“I am Shura, and I will pursue freedom until I die in this life.”

“There is no way of heaven, I will kill the sky with a knife.”

“Cangtian is guilty, to atone for his sins, and to commit Cang’s sins to the world, is to ask our war officials to use the sins of Cangtian to kill Cangtian.”