Legend of the Great Sage - 1594. Chapter 1594 Boss

Asura Road, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

It was originally the red sky, but it was even more soaked with blood, and the clouds were like burning, magnificent and magnificent.

It seems that there is never day, only morning and evening.

In the setting sun, he died in battle and resurrected in the rising sun, but his blood color remained unchanged.

That is the tragic and majestic people living under the blue sky and white clouds.

Bang-Bang-Bang!

The earth quaked, the mountains trembled, and a giant strode forward with heavy steps, carrying a palace like a hill on his back.

The palace stands tall with white towers and golden domes, strewn with courtyards and cloisters, dyed in bright red by the sunlight, like a glorious temple.

It is also more qualified to be called a “temple” than most temples in the world. Compared with those stone and clay sculptures, it houses a living Asura fighting god.

In the depths of the courtyard, a middle-aged man leaned leisurely on a recliner, enjoying singing and dancing.

There is only one singer, with a sari on her body and a veil on her face. There is a sharp white unicorn on her jade-like forehead.

She dances gracefully, like a bird ling in the wind, and a peacock presents its feathers. The singing voice is sad and moving, like a thread, if there is or not, it is intoxicating, turning this courtyard into a forest secret.

The sound of fighting in the distant battlefield reached here, and was also diluted by the sound of singing, becoming a trivial foil.

The man’s eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he was fascinated by it.

An agile figure suddenly jumped out of the void, but it was an Asura Emperor, and he knelt on the ground at once, arching his hands and said, “God, that kid still refuses to return!”

The killing air from the battlefield suddenly broke through the silence, and the singer did not stop singing and dancing.

Needham reluctantly opened his dark red eyes: “As expected of Kinnaruo, even though it is a lavish voice, it is hard to give up!”

Kinnarana is one of the eight sentient beings. He is known for singing and dancing. He does not belong to the Dao of Heaven or the Dao of Ashura. But he mainly lives in the Way of Heaven and is called the “Music Heaven”.

Often in the past battles between Heavenly Dao and Asura Dao, they were taken as “trophies” and looted to Asura Dao. Their singing is the most extreme enjoyment in the world, and has the reputation of “song god”.

Needham stroked the thick beard on his face and asked the Asura Emperor: “If I take her as a gift, will he return?”

“God, I don’t think that kid will surrender even if he died in battle!” The Asura Emperor seemed to think of something, with a lingering fear in his heart, and an undisguised admiration.

“Then it’s useless.”

Needham waved his hand at random, the Jinnaruo woman’s head fell to the ground, her headless body was still dancing, and the veiled head was still singing, even more sad and desolate, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

The emperor Asura was shaken for a while and couldn’t help himself. He quickly encouraged his fighting spirit and guarded his fighting spirit. If you listen to too much of such a song, it will definitely wear out your fighting spirit.

Needham twisted the tip of his beard: “If you stand up to fight, there is still a ray of life!”

Jin Na Luo Nuv lifted her head gracefully with her light dance steps, still singing to herself.

“Ning Ge to die, live without a fight, stubborn.”

Needham shook his head regretfully: “I will meet the’Xiao Ming Wang’ personally!”

The king of the Ming Dynasty, the Great Account of the Chinese Army.

Luo Hu Xiaoming dismissed his troops and faced a map alone.

Suddenly he raised his ears and made a sharp whistling sound from far to near. In an instant, he broke through the army and stepped into the big tent.

“Finally met, Xiao Ming Wang!”

Needham was leisurely like a walk, looking at Luohu Xiaoming’s back, his eyes were full of enthusiasm to win.

It’s not that he has any special orientation, but that this talent is really rare.

Even if he couldn’t use the magical spells of Luohu clan, Luohu Xiaoming’s talent and strength were still stunning.

Face-to-face confrontation, fearless of any Asura emperor; command an army, and be able to face off against a dignified fighting god; at the same time, he is also proficient in assassination, shooting and hunting and other combat skills. This is something flowing in his blood.

The war has continued to the present, and all the Asuras under the God of Needham are convinced by him.

Needham knew his value better than anyone else. Fighting gods have to fight bloody battles before they have a chance to become the true god of Asuras, and the enemy is the other gods besides the heavens.

If in a decisive battle with other God of War, there is such a general in the rear to help him command the army and gather his strength, at least 30% more chance of winning.

“This is a gift from Hongtian!” Needham praised Hongtian in his heart, his eyes more eager.

Luo Hu Xiaoming turned around, his beard and dusty face, his eyes still shining like stars.

In an instant, it gave Needham an illusion that the other party was a fighting spirit who could sit on an equal footing with him.

“Needam Fighting God, you can call me’Ming’ or’Ming King’.”

Luohu Xiaoming specifically concealed the surname “Luohu” and the “little” that Li Qingshan forcibly gave him. He only kept the word “Ming” and asked his subordinates to call him “King of Ming.”

When he turned his face, he was forced to add a “small” in front, and he couldn’t help but feel very unhappy.

“Ming Wang! What a big tone, even I dare not call myself that!” Needham jokingly said, “If you don’t call it that way, I won’t notice you so soon.”

“King Ming” is a very arrogant title in the Ashura Dao.

After passing through seven calamities and becoming a true god, Asura went to the Western Paradise, Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan to meet the Buddha. After some trials, he was eligible to be named the “King of Ming.”

The bright one is wisdom and light; the king can control everything.

The king of Ming showed his angry face, defended the Dharma and frightened away demons, representing the majesty of Buddhism.

An Asura emperor calling himself “King of Ming” is just like a Yang God monk calling himself a “true immortal”, arrogant to almost ignorant.

“The bird is well aware of Honghu’s ambition.” Luo Hui Xiaoming said indifferently, he just wanted to get back everything that belonged to him. Well, Li Qingshan did not brag to him with these words.

“Okay, very good, I admire you for that!”

“Why did the God of Fighting come here? Isn’t it about to make a shot personally?”

Needham bluntly said: “Come back to me! Your status will only be under me, and I will let you command all the troops.”

Luo Hui Xiaoming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn’t expect Needham to have this plan.

As soon as he returned to the Asura Dao, his cultivation level was no longer weak, and he really hadn’t encountered anyone who was qualified to let him surrender.

Needless to say before, as the Rahu Protoss, all Asuras are his vassals in name. Nor did he experience so many fights at the bottom like ordinary Asuras.

Needham thought he was moved, and further persuaded: “You are still very young, you need more accumulation and experience, follow me to fight in all directions, broaden your horizons, and become the god of war is just a matter of time!”

This is indeed the best choice for the general Asura emperor, but for Luo Hu Xiaoming, surrender will inevitably destroy the fighting spirit. And what he lacks most is time. His mother could notice here at any time, and as Rahu, he would never serve other asuras as his master.

He smiled coldly: “I don’t need you, I can also become the god of war!”

Needham’s face sank, and he suddenly became ugly and evil: “Any god of war will not allow a character like you to rise easily, and I will keep you here even if I take the shot myself today!”

“You fighting gods are really stingy!” Luo Hui Xiaoming smiled contemptuously and shook his head: “This is something I didn’t expect at first. Forget it, you can talk to my boss!”

“Boss!?” Needham frowned. Could it be that behind him, there are already other fighting gods, that matter can be tricky, and a quick resolution must be made to take him down.

Just when he was about to take a shot, a man suddenly walked out of the dark corner of the big tent and patted his chest: “Yes, it’s me!”

Needham was shocked, he didn’t realize when this person appeared.

Luo Hui Xiaoming said: “It’s too slow! It caused me to talk a lot of nonsense to delay time.”

“Did you talk to the boss like that?”

“Stop talking nonsense, can you do it?”

Luo Hui Xiaoming questioned, the mere difference between a soul and a fighting god is not even a star and a half.

“Man, it’s okay!” Li Qingshan’s eyes flashed, and he pointed to Needham’s nose and shouted: “Hey, grandson, did you ask me what I meant before accepting my little brother?”