Feeling that a large number of monks came outside, Yang Fanhai hurriedly pulled Jiufeng to hide in a corner of the stone chamber. Looking at Yang Fanhai holding his hand, Jiufeng's face turned slightly red and he looked happy.

Worried about being noticed by someone, he hurriedly took out a black spear and let Jiufeng hold it, and then looked outside through the small hole in the stone chamber.

Many monks came, and they looked at their appearance and aura. They were all immortals, with extraordinary strength, dozens of Daluo Golden Immortals, and three Taiyi Golden Immortals. One Taiyi Golden Immortal held a folding fan in his hand, the other was carrying a long sword, all of whom were white-faced scholars, and the other was quite strong and fierce.

Just this little person is here to kill Shura King? Yang Fanhai had a ridiculous thought in his mind. Although he could not determine the strength of Shura King, he could be called "frightened" in the turbulent era ten thousand years ago, at least he could be at the great perfect state of the Immortal King.

Not to mention the three Taiyi Golden Immortals, even if they are all Taiyi Golden Immortals, it is probably futile. Even if the Shura King doesn't move and let these people attack, he will not be injured at all.

Although I thought this was impossible, since these people had arrived, they must have action. They immediately calmed down and looked carefully.

The group of people stopped before reaching the stone house, looked at each other, and could clearly see some fear in their eyes. They concentrated their minds and raised their energy. After a while, they heard the Taiyi Jinxian holding the sword ask softly: "Is that person here... really that person?"

Taiyi Jinxian holding a folding fan nodded: "I'm not sure what I said above! What I'm worried about is that if it was the legendary person, would the method mentioned above be useful? That guy killed people in a million back then, and we are not enough for him to kill them."

As he spoke, his eyes kept rolling, obviously he was thinking about how to save his life before the fight.

The strong man Taiyi Jinxian snorted a few times: "What kind of killing people or not? Do you think that only he can kill, and I can kill them too!"

"You..." The folding fan Taiyi Jinxian glanced at him: "You'd better forget it. When someone sneezes, he would be corpses everywhere and blood flowed into a river. One knife would be enough for you to kill for the rest of your life."

He looked at the stone house again and sighed: "The people above want to know whether Shura King has the intention to kill, and he dare not come by himself. We are not lucky and have been beaten. No matter what, we are all here, just try it!"

He waved his hand and said softly, "Drag the person up to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone bet two people up, to be precise, one person and a dog. Both were not shackles, but seemed to be restricted by someone using his magical powers.

Yang Fanhai looked carefully and saw that the man was a woman, very beautiful and graceful. Even though he was now ragged and covered in rags, he had an indescribable charm in his bones.

This woman is not a human race, but she doesn't look like an immortal race. She doesn't know what it is, and she doesn't understand what the purpose of these immortals escorting her here.

However, compared with this woman, what is even more strange is the dog. It was a very strong dog with two ears and black hair. Several parts of the skin and flesh were extremely damaged, and it was obvious that it had been abused.

A group of immortals abused a dog, which was ridiculous no matter how you heard it, but the fact was that it was in front of you. It would be fine to pull someone over, but it actually pulled a dog over... Yang Fanhai felt more and more that it was absurd here.

But if you look closely at the dog's eyes, you will feel incredible. It's not the dog's eyes. It's deep and spiritual. I suddenly feel like I've seen through everything in the world, just like an octogenarian.

After watching for a long time, Yang Fanhai couldn't help but mutter: "This dog... is so strange!"

"What dog, let me see!" Jiufeng hurriedly poked her head over, glanced at it for a few times before whispering softly: "This is not a wild beast, this is a demon clan."

"Demon Clan?" Yang Fanhai was stunned, looked carefully again, and asked suspiciously: "Why don't I feel like it?"

He had never seen the demon clan, but he had dealt with the monsters too much. Many monsters were very similar to wild beasts, but they had a unique aura of monsters. The demon clan should be the same, but this big black dog really couldn't feel it.

"This big black dog was cast with witchcraft!" Jiufeng explained: "In order to suppress the demon clan in the past, the witches developed a new witchcraft that could knock the demon clan back to its original form and seal it into the body to restore the witchcraft. This big black dog was caught in this witchcraft."

Then he said in confusion: "But I think this big black dog seems to have been more than a witchcraft. The one who can be treated like this must be a very important demon clan, but looking at the big black dog's strength should be very weak!"

It was just as they muttered that they suddenly heard a whip sound, and then they heard a muffled groan. The two of them immediately looked outside and saw a whip mark on the big black dog's body, and all the flesh and blood were turned out.

I saw the fairy clan standing next to the big black dog holding a thick leather whip in his hand. It was obvious that he had just whipped it. There was a mysterious method wrapped around the leather whip, either using special means or magic weapons. The force was definitely not light.

He was a little suspicious of what Jiufeng said just now, but Yang Fanhai believed it. After being thrust so hard, the big black dog just groaned and did not scream loudly. Instead, he endured it hard, as if he didn't want to disturb anything because of his voice.

After the immortal tribe whipped the big black dog, he whipped at the woman beside him again. With a whip, a blood mark appeared and arose. The woman was not as stoic as the big black dog and screamed in pain.

After a round of scoring, all the immortals looked at the door of the stone house nervously, as if afraid that something would come out of it.

Yang Fanhai quickly looked back and saw that the bald monk was still reciting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish. The string of skull Buddhist beads had already reached his hands, pinching the cycle one by one.

Things outside did not seem to touch him, and there was no reaction at all.

Seeing that there was no reaction in the stone house, these immortals became even more bold and beat the woman and the big black dog in waves. After a while, someone shouted loudly: "Shura, I know you are inside, please come out for me, otherwise I will kill this dog and this Rakshasa girl."

The Rakshasa girl... Yang Fanhai and Jiufeng were both stunned, and then Jiufeng whispered: "No wonder, I heard that the Rakshasa clan was killed by the Shura King, and only one Rakshasa girl survived. From the perspective of blood, this Rakshasa girl is the only remaining relative of the Shura King, or her niece."

It is naturally reasonable to use your niece to threaten the Shura King, but what happened to this big black dog? Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly felt something strange behind him. When he looked back, the bald monk stood up at some point. He pinched the Buddhist beads with his hands and walked towards the door. He walked past the two of them without even looking at them, and walked directly to the door.

Surprisingly, the bald monk didn't feel anything when he sat in the corner. When he walked to the door, he could see that his body was full of evil spirits and curd.

Looking up close, Yang Fanhai also felt furious and frightened. Jiufeng was even more scared and locked in the corner and shivered slightly.

It is said that the evil spirit on the Shura King is the blood energy condensation, of course not his blood, but the people he killed. Back then, the ones who killed the most were the witch clan. These evil spirits can be said to be mostly the blood energy condensation of the witch clan, which naturally made Jiufeng extremely scared.

Yang Fanhai was also a little nervous, but after seeing the Shura King's eyes from the corner of his eyes, he immediately calmed down. There was no murderous aura, only a calmness. He had had too many explanations with the beasts that knew that life with such eyes would not be aggressive.

After standing at the door, he just casually looked up at the front. Many immortals were immediately scared and retreated repeatedly, and some of them fell to the ground, looking panicked.

Even if the Shura King does not have any murderous intent at this moment, his evil spirit is enough to make people feel cold.

"You...you..." The strong Taiyi Jinxian looked at Shura King trying to say something, but she was nervous and couldn't say anything.

He thought he was a murderer without blinking his eyes in his life, and he didn't think much about it, but when he really faced the Shura King, he realized how innocent he was thinking. This person was just like the legend ten thousand years ago. Not to mention killing him, it would take enough courage to face him alone.

"Amitabha!" King Shura clasped his hands together, recited them, and said to the immortals: "I don't know what the donors are saying here!"

Seeing the Shura King appear, the immortals were frightened, and the big black dog lowered his head, as if deeply apologized. The Rakshasa woman clenched her fists and looked at the Rakshasa King, with fear and anger in her eyes.

"You..." The strong Taiyi Jinxian finally raised his courage and said loudly: "King Shura, you and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi killed countless times in the West Sea in the past. My ancestors and uncles all died at your hands. Today I am here to take revenge."

"Amitabha!" King Shura sighed: "I used to kill deeply and have a great sin. But it has nothing to do with these two people. If they come for resentment, what does the donor want to do to relieve the hatred? Just say it."

"You...you..." The strong Taiyi Golden Immortal pointed at King Shura and said, "You have been punished for this, and my hatred will be eliminated."

"Amitabha!" King Shura sighed: "If the body of sin can be killed and end the grudges of the past, how could I refuse? Unfortunately, this body is no longer up to me. If I think killing the monk can relieve your resentment, just do it."

After saying this, he sat down at the door, held the skeleton Buddhist beads in his hands, recited scriptures, and acted as if he could be dealt with by others.

"this……"

This way, the immortals didn't know what to do. This is a powerful man in the Great Perfect Realm of the Immortal King, and he may even have reached the Emperor Realm, so how could he let others bully him at will?

Everyone was shrunk, but the Rakshasa girl suddenly shouted: "You don't dare, I'll do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched a long sword from the immortals beside him and slashed at Shura King.
Chapter completed!