Shadow Hack

Li Yunmu watched the shadow turn into a cultivator, and threw a ball of dark red blood out of thin air in his hand, and the blood rolled into the shadow's body. In an instant, the aura of the blood of the Moluo clan appeared in the body of Shadow Xiuchen.

With the power of faith and Xiuming's blood essence, he didn't believe that Asura could still detect something strange.

Xiuchen looked at the corpse in front of him that was not the slightest difference from him, and he saw God for a moment. After a while, he came back to his senses, smiled and said to Li Yunmu: "Master's hand is really amazing."

"Having the power of faith and the breath of blood, Asura may not notice it. It's just, Amu, you have to be careful. The seven ancient gods in Lanlou Land and my father god are both characters of the same period. Asura hid his strength during the battle, which shows how deep his intentions are." Brunhild looked at the shadow Xiu Chen and reminded him.

"If there is no outbreak of fighting, Asura would not be aware of it. Besides, when he really notices, the seven ancient gods in the Land of Lanlou will all break out in war, and they can't control the two of us if we can't take care of ourselves. "Li Yunmu said with a smile, and turned to look at the pale-faced Xiu Chen.

"Xiu Chen, in the days to come, you will stay in the star realm and concentrate on learning the things in the transfer ball. If there is anything, just call me and I will show up."

"Yes, master."

Xiuchen said respectfully, when he raised his head again, the whole environment changed. He stood on a vast land with an endless starry sky above his head. In front of him were three transmission balls, Xiuchen went up to pick up one of them, and began to comprehend.

In the room, Li Yunmu hugged Brunhilde and looked at the bustling Colosseum outside the window, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that Xiuchen was followed by someone when we came to the room."

Brunhilde frowned slightly, released his consciousness to spread out, and directly saw the third young master leading a group of maids, coming towards their room aggressively.

"These three young masters are really haunted, what are you going to do?"

"What to do, of course, is to teach them a lesson. Now I am the sixth son of Asura, and I can make them kneel on the ground and call them ancestors just by virtue of my status."

In the corridor on the fourth floor, a group of people hurriedly walked.

Domingle walked in the front, followed by Zhizi, and lastly was Luo Tian with thick arms. Behind the three of them was a group of maids. The reason why everyone left so quickly was to verify whether this cultivator was still alive.

After all, taking out the soul of the auspicious ancient god to deceive Asura and the city lord, how could such a serious crime be escaped and come out safe and sound. Furthermore, even if Xiu Ming's death had nothing to do with Xiu Chen, it was impossible for Xiu Jue not to deal with him, and to enter the Colosseum openly.

All three of them appeared in the Colosseum swaggeringly in order to prove whether Xiuchen was really safe and sound.

Walking to the last room, Domingle stopped and slapped the wooden door directly. In an instant, the wooden door was cracked open by the dark force in the palm, revealing the scene inside.

Domingle saw Xiuchen sitting on the animal leather chair at first glance, with a look of shock on his face, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I was right just now, look."

Zhi Zi and Luo Tian saw that Xiu Chen was sitting comfortably on the animal skin chair, with two subordinates standing behind him. Both of them were shocked, how did this guy escape the catastrophe of Patriarch Moluo and survived.

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be really alive. It's really amazing." Zhi Zi's pretty face hidden under the red veil showed a smile.

Li Yunmu turned his head, looked at the third young master who broke in, and said with a flat face: "The three of you broke in like this, do you have any rules?"

...

The smile on Zhizi's face froze, and a hint of annoyance appeared on Domingle's slightly pale face. Luo Tian showed even more displeasure. The three young masters didn't expect Xiuchen to say such words. In terms of identities, they are the young masters of the four major clans, and Xiu Chen is just a collateral descendant. There is an insurmountable gap between the two.

In the future, they will be the patriarchs of their own clan, and they are destined to become the existence of the god's residence, while Xiuchen, a collateral descendant, can only reach the stage of Shengxian Wu Dashen to be their slaves.

Just now, a servant actually talked to them like this, and in turn asked if there were any rules.

Domingle's expression froze, and he showed a sneer for a long time, staring at Xiuchen with twelve eyes, and said: "Rules are always set by the superiors. We are the ones who set the rules, why should we strictly abide by the rules. It's you..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Tian interrupted Domingle directly, his figure turned into an afterimage and passed over the two of them, he clenched his fist with his thick palm, and punched Xiu Chen with gusts of wind.

"Okay, talk nonsense with a slave, let's talk about it after hitting the disabled."

Zhizi and Domingle did not speak, their eyes were fixed on Xiuchen. The Rahu clan ranks first in terms of strength among the four major clans, and they cannot become the leader of the clan just because they don't know how to play tricks. As the young master of the Rahu clan, Luo Tian is naturally the most powerful of the four young masters.

How could a collateral descendant of the Moluo clan resist Luo Tian's attack? Even if there are two Asuras of the same strength, the one with pure blood will be naturally suppressed against the one with mottled blood.

Before the fist arrived, the two of them had already thought that Xiuchen would end up dead and scattered.

The huge fist came to Li Yunmu with a strong wind, and he stretched out his fist expressionlessly to collide with it.

boom.

A strong figure stepped back and fell in front of Zhizi and Domingle. The faces of the two young masters changed suddenly, and they stared at Luo Tian who had passed out under their feet with a frozen expression, unable to speak for a long time.

What the hell is going on here.

Domingle looked towards Xiu Chen, who was sitting on the animal skin chair safely, unharmed. There was a storm in his heart, when a collateral disciple would be so powerful, even the strongest of the four young masters would not be an enemy with one blow. Feeling vigilant, he pretended to be calm and said: "Hmph, Xiuchen, as a collateral child, you are so impatient to live with Rahu seldom. I will make this matter clear to the elders of the Rahu clan. Just wait to be judged."

After finishing speaking, Domingle directed the flustered maid behind him to lift Luo Tian up and walked outside.

"Wait, did I tell you to go?"

A casual voice came from behind, and Zhizi and Domingle stopped in their tracks, with a hint of annoyance on their faces. No matter how powerful a slave is, it is still a slave. The two of them are the young masters of the clan at any rate, and if they are repeatedly provoked by a collateral disciple, no matter how good-tempered they are, there will be anger in their hearts.