Douluo's choice between light and darkness

Chapter 131 Shura God

Dongfang Xin followed a person who was also going to participate in the Hell Killing Fields into a bloody, dark and closed small room.

"The number of this ID card is really lucky, [-], the staff member's face is going to be black, right? Just like this, I recognized a father."

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Dongfangxin sat on a sofa that was not very comfortable, quietly looking at the contestants who also participated in the competition.

Most of these contestants looked solemn, their heads were lowered and they didn't know what they were thinking. There were almost no people like Dongfang Xin who looked at others with a big heart.And those who were sized up were very upset, but they had to calm down. The killing field in hell was the only place where force was not allowed. Once force was used, their lives would be over.

Soon Dongfangxin lost the desire to stay here.After he got up and walked through a corridor about 20 meters long, screams that shook the sky reached his ears, and the loudest voice said that the sixth battle in the killing field of hell was over.

The winner is number 8848, followed by the seventh fight in Hell's Killing Fields.

However, the moment Dongfangxin stepped into the arena, an unknown energy suddenly enveloped his body, and he felt dizzy. After the dizziness passed, Dongfangxin was shocked by the scene in front of him and stood there dumbfounded.

what is that?What Dongfangxin saw was a palace.Yes, just a hundred meters in front of him, a huge palace stood there quietly.

That palace is so big that even the Wuhun Palace is far inferior to it.It is so grand.

A separate palace is located in this space, and as far as the eye can see, the height of the palace is at least more than 200 meters.The length and width are both over a kilometer.What a magnificent palace this is!Moreover, there seemed to be a faint dark red mask around the outer periphery of the palace, and it seemed that it was because of the existence of this mask that the space was illuminated.

It's so beautiful, Dongfang couldn't help sighing in confidence.

It took a while for Dongfang Xin to come back to his senses, contacting the environment here, he couldn't help guessing, could this be... the Shrine of Shura!
Dongfang Xin was shocked by his own thoughts at first, and then he was puzzled. It seemed that he had no connection with Shura God. The only connection was that he was friends with the next Shura God.But what does it matter?

Standing in front of the Asura Temple, Dongfang Xin felt how small his strength was.Taking a deep breath, he walked towards Shura Temple.

A gate blocked Dongfangxin's way. The Shura Temple was 200 meters high. The gate of the main hall that appeared in front of him at this time was [-] meters high, and the thickness was even more unknown.There is a pattern carved on the gate, which is a statue of Shura God, the tall Shura God, holding the Shura God Sword, and stepping on countless bones under his feet, giving people a feeling of cutting everything and being unstoppable.

Just standing in front of this door, Dongfangxin can deeply feel the shock brought by the pattern on the door.The carving didn't look very detailed, but standing here, he felt as if he was actually there.It was like watching the powerful Shura God on the battlefield with his own eyes.

"Push open the door and walk in."

An ethereal and kind voice sounded in Dongfangxin's ears.

"This is?"

Dongfangxin was a little overjoyed. This is the inheritance of the God of Light that has been silent for several months. It turned out that the timing he mentioned was Dongfangxin's entry into the killing capital.

Of course he didn't think that the God of Light would deceive himself.Putting both hands on the door engraved with blood-colored patterns, with a little force, Dongfangxin pushed the door several feet high.

"Complete the fifth trial of the God of Light, and reward the God of Light with 10% Affinity"

However, Dongfangxin is not in the mood to take care of these at the moment.

The dazzling red light shot out from the Shura Temple the moment Dongfangxin pushed open the door, and Dongfangxin couldn't keep his eyes open.Huge and majestic divine power enveloped his whole body.

Soon, the red light dissipated, and inside the Asura Hall, there were 36 huge pillars on both sides supporting the roof of the hall, and a 300-meter-wide passage in the center led all the way to the innermost side.At the end of the passage, there is a huge chair, and there is a person sitting on that chair, no, it should be said to be a giant.

The giant saw that it was no different from a human being, with a blood-red luxurious robe draped over his body.

Shura God?

God Shura has a handsome face, with long white hair loosely loose, and blood-red eyes that look like rubies but like cold stars.Those cold, condescending eyes seemed to be looking at Dongfang Xin casually, as if he was a little dissatisfied with him.

Before Dongfang Xin could open his mouth, God Shura's cold and coercive voice came: "Are you Chen Guang's heir?"

"Chenguang?"

Dongfang Xin straightened his head and looked directly at the God of Light, as if he was not afraid of him because he was a god.

God Shura didn't speak, but with a slight tap of his finger, the bright golden mark on Dongfang Xin's forehead radiated dazzling brilliance.

The fool also understands that Chenguang is the name of the God of Light.And judging from God Shura's attitude, God of Light seems to have some relationship with God Shura.

"May I ask Lord Shura God, why did you drag me here?" Bearing the pressure from the depths of his soul, he tried to look at God Shura with calm eyes, and said neither humble nor overbearing.

"It's nothing, I just miss an old friend." God Shura's blood-red eyes kept staring at Dongfang Xin, as if he was looking for something.

But he quickly gave up. In the end, he propped his face with one hand and slumped on the chair without majesty. What was even more surprising was that the other party yawned regardless of his image.

"Let's go, I'm tired." After that, the other party really narrowed his eyes, and Dongfang Xin seemed to hear snoring in a vague way.

Dongfangxin's face is calm, but in his heart, he is frantically brushing his mother's criticism.Dongfangxin still chose to leave when it was impossible to send it.

Just at the moment when he thought God Shura was just having a brainstorm and was fine, a word from God Shura completely knocked him out of his mind.

"Silver Dragon King, you are still alive."

Dongfang Xin suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes filled with shock.A short sentence broke Dongfangxin's calm state of mind no matter what the weather.

"you want……………"

In the next moment, Dongfang Xin returned to the moment when he stepped into the hell killing field, raised his hand, and subconsciously touched his smooth forehead.

He gritted his teeth hard, his handsome face was extremely gloomy at this moment, and his previous calmness completely disappeared at this moment.

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Spirit world
Poseidon lay listlessly on the table, complaining to the person in front of him, why he still couldn't find a suitable heir, the work was so troublesome, he didn't want to do it, etc... He babbled for a long time, but the person in front of him didn't respond .

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" He straightened up, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of God Shura.

God Asura looked at the memory returned by a ray of divine thoughts, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Are you listening to my... words..." At the end of the sentence, Poseidon's voice trembled.She abruptly withdrew her hand in front of God Shura, got up abruptly, and quickly took three steps back.

Looking at the corners of God Shura's mouth, Poseidon couldn't help but tremble with fear. In his impression, every time God Shura smiled, there was nothing good.

"It's nothing, I just discovered Chen Guang's heir. And I found some interesting things."

"Really, does that person even have an heir? It's so difficult to find an heir!" Poseidon obviously didn't pay attention to the point.Reluctantly pulling at his long ice-blue hair, he lay on the table helplessly, like a salted fish that had lost its dream.

(End of this chapter)