at the same time.
The prophet, halfway through her journey, noticed the battle at the unfinished building and turned back with a sinister smile.
There was a sacrifice by someone of the same clan.
The formation will only become more stable.
The prophet placed his hand on his heart.
Not long ago, she suffered internal injuries from the deadly weapon and urgently needed to sit quietly to heal.
The prophet was about to hurry away.
A voice came from deep in the forest.
"What are you laughing at? Your wife gave birth?"
The prophet frowned: "Who!?"
The branches and leaves along the roadside swayed and danced.
Like the devil's claws.
Just then.
A strange, eerie wind suddenly swept through the forest, and a sinister atmosphere quickly spread through the air.
The prophet looked around.
I couldn't help but be a little surprised.
There are things even more sinister than their own race.
Is it a ghost?
Or is it a demon?
The prophet uses the eye of reincarnation.
Finally, Yan Jiu was discovered.
The prophet stared to his left: "Who are you?"
She frowned.
It's simply because she couldn't fathom Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu held out her hand: "Give me 50, let's test your wealth, and then I'll tell you who I am."
The Prophet: "..." What kind of lunatic is this?!
There was no movement from the person for a long time.
Yan Jiu thought the other party wanted to bargain.
She decided to step out of the shade of the trees, but the shadows couldn't hide the sunflower she had carefully tucked into her pocket.
Yan Jiu shook his head and sighed repeatedly.
She's become kinder and kinder lately.
If this were in the past...
50 yuan wouldn't even cover a single hair on her head.
Now people can even be equated with the same name.
She was almost moved to tears by her own words.
Yan Jiu thought this way and said this way.
The prophet was speechless, his mouth twitching uncontrollably: It's confirmed, he's definitely a lunatic!
Yan Jiu took out her phone: "Zhikubao, or WeChat?"
The prophet slightly raised his chin, speaking with an air of unparalleled nobility: "I don't want to know who you are."
Yan Jiu: "..." Seriously? There are people who would be stingy with 50 yuan? Damn! Even stingier than her!
The prophet merely raised his hand, and countless formations followed: "Because there is really no need to know the name of a dead man."
As the pale purple array descended.
The dim sky gradually replaced the moonlight.
In the midst of a profound silence.
The prophet wanders in areas he knows well.
Her smile was cruel.
Like a ruthless executioner.
It was as if a knife had been swiftly wielded.
A human life would be lost.
pity.
The prophet was destined to run into trouble with Yan Jiu.
Not long after.
The prophet finally realized that whether it was an infiltration formation or an attack formation, Yan Jiu was like a towering city wall that reached into the clouds, and no one could shake it in the slightest.
The prophet gradually became confused.
She had never met anyone like Yan Jiu.
It is clearly a human being.
The power within her was something she couldn't quite grasp.
Yan Jiu also became curious: "You don't have any human scent, and you're not a demon or ghost, so what are you?"
The prophet distanced herself from the suddenly excited Yan Jiu, not wanting to be near a lunatic.
While Yan Jiu was shuffling the playing cards.
The prophet, not wanting to waste time here, simply made up a name and said, "I am Nagara..."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Nagara was shocked.
Why would she tell the truth?
It must be the person in front of me who's behind this!
Yan Jiu held a club Ace between her right index and middle fingers. As the card rotated with her wrist, her black pupils were covered with gilded runes.
Slowly.
The bewitching spell has been transformed into a deductive spell.
As the simulation progressed, the clubs and letters on the Ace of Clubs playing card were gradually replaced by black mandalas.
It was a leafless flower that embodied allure, darkness, and death; its other name was the Red Spider Lily.
Yan Jiu's pupils narrowed: "The Asura race?"
Even if the world no longer needs gods.
But the cycle of reincarnation still exists in the world.
The six realms are further divided into three good realms and three evil realms.
The three good realms are: the realm of gods, the realm of humans, and the realm of asuras; the three evil realms are: the realm of hell, the realm of hungry ghosts, and the realm of animals.
The Asura realm is also called the Asura realm.
The Sanskrit translation is "non-divine".
The Asura race is neither human, nor ghost, nor god.
There are also rumors that the Asura race are fallen celestial beings, and that their origins are similar to those of Seraphim who fell from heaven and became fallen angels.
Unlike the Asura clan's "cross" emblem, the mandala is the Asura clan's spiritual pillar.
They regard it as "the road of no return in life".
The mandala is like the birth of the Asura race.
However, as everyone knows, there are no black datura flowers in this world, only red and white ones.
But those are not real mandalas.
Therefore, Yan Jiu always thought it was just a rumor.
Yan Jiu's fingertips traced the playing cards.
The golden runes in his eyes faded completely.
Yan Jiu stared at the masked man, her tone filled with interest: "You're actually a remnant of the Asura clan."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Nagara, who was unwilling to continue the fight, threw out a smokescreen.
They escaped using a combination of scientific techniques and earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of escaping technique).
Yan Jiu covered her mouth and nose.
He walked out of the smoky area with a displeased expression.
Looking in the direction Nagara fled.
She laughed like a villain.
Do you think you can escape the fate of being level 50?
As he spoke.
Yan Jiu decisively chased after him.
Nagara failed to shake off Yan Jiu, so she had to take out her natal sword, which was engraved with a rose cross.
He pointed his sword at Yan Jiu.
Upon seeing this.
Yan Jiu narrowed his eyes: "Rose Cross?"
When she first saw the Rosary Cross symbol, she assumed it was just an organization named after a fanatic who worshipped the Asura race, whose name coincided with the Asura clan emblem, either out of faith or by coincidence.
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