When the undercurrents of Dazhou were undercurrent, Long Yin was waiting quietly at the door of hell.

In his soul species, he received a message from many people, but he did not ignore it to avoid interfere with his mood.

At this time, he was very peaceful, and he did not encounter a desperate look at all.

In the process of waiting quietly, the time of congenital spirit roots finally arrived. A huge life energy filled the space of the door of hell.

This life energy quickly dissipated again.

When this life energy dissipates, Long Yin smiled and said calmly: "Senior, we have been communicating for so long, I still don’t know the identity of my predecessors!"

However, no sound came.

If you do n’t see the possibility of success, Shura is too lazy to take Li Longyin.

Long Yin said with a smile: "Senior, you don't even want to say anything, but it's wrong! I originally wanted to give you the innate spirit root. How can you give you without talking?"

"You will be willing?"

Shura said coldly.

Long Yin said with a smile: "Since the predecessors are willing to be willing, then there must be no gra for! Although I can give my predecessors congenital spirit root, but the predecessors always have to pay something?

What do the predecessors are ready to pay?

It's better to talk about your identity first, so how can I talk to my predecessors in person? "

He had to figure out the identity of the ancient ancient ancient existence to see if it was an enemy camp, and even if he had a hatred with the witch to give a congenital spirit root.

Otherwise, it is even more terrible to give it to the enemy at that time.

Shura was silent, and then said lightly: "Didn't you imitate my breath?

Don't you know who I am? "

Long Yin stunned, imitating the breath?

Suddenly, his expression changed.

It turns out that the existence of the ancient ancient ancient existence is Shura! Shura is also a race that is extremely terrible in ancient floods! Many people are used to using the ancient priests to call them witch. However, in that ancient times, Shura can also be called the ancient priests.

It's just that this group of strong men don't protect other races at all, but just protect the "Shura" race.

In later generations, Shura also left countless legends, such as the Buddhist gate, often said "Shura's anger".

This Shura is the Shura family of ancient floods, not a certain Shura! Long Yin took a deep breath. He felt that he should be able to think of Shura's.

The entire hell door, Shura and other creatures in the door of this hell are just incompatible.

There are even one poisonous dragon, but who is so special as Shura?

When he shook his figure, Tuyu came to Shura.

He didn't dare to step into the breath of Shura. The Shura in front of him was already living. Who knows how terrible?

He even said that he didn't even dare to look at Shura, but chose his back to Shura.

After all, when Shura couldn't move, those eyes were extremely scary.

The state of living now, I am afraid that it can only be killed with a pair of eyes.

"Senior forgiveness, I have a low strength, I can only face it to you."

Long Yin first said politely.

There is no deep hatred between Shura and the witch. He has a little more grasp of the transactions with Shura.

Shura said faintly: "You are careful! A little witch, it is really possible to not resist my eyes! Say, what do you need to give me the innate spirit root?"

Although Long Yin was facing Shura, he still felt two sharp daggers, and he pushed it on his back, making the vest chilling.

He knew that Shura was looking at him, and he was even more nervous, for fear that Shura would suddenly grab the congenital spirit root.

"Senior, how much time is there?"

Long Yin asked.

"You have ten breaths!"

Shura said lightly.

Long Yin nodded slightly and said, "I want to ask my predecessors to promise me a request, two conditions, and I can give congenital spirit roots to my predecessors!"

"explain!"

Shu Luo hummed.

Long Yin's expression became serious, and slowly said: "In the innate spirit root, the soul has been born, and I was named Long Ling.

My request is that my predecessors took the congenital spirit root and could not hurt him. "

"interesting!"

Shura also revealed in the tone, "I promise!"

Even if he was a strong man, he had never heard of the soul of the birth of congenital spiritual roots, so he wanted to keep this soul and see what's going on.

"As for the two conditions ... the time is not much, and after the congenital spirit root is given to the predecessors, let's discuss it again! Of course, how can my predecessors trust you before giving the congenital spirit root to my predecessors?

How can my predecessors believe that after you get congenital spirit root, won't you shoot me? "

Long Yin said slowly.

Shura snorted and said, "Since you are the witch people, you should have heard of Shura blood vow, and I have made a sweeping blood, so you should believe it?"

Long Yin nodded and said very directly: "Senior please!"

Because the incident is too urgent, there is no time to sting.

Shura was not stingy, and soon made a swore of Shura, and then said to Long Yin: "Throw the congenital spirit root, the time is over immediately."

Long Yin did not dare to procrastinates, and hurriedly threw the congenital roots towards the behind.

After he was afraid that Shura would not accept the energy of life, he could not receive the congenital spirit root, and it would have to wait for two months.

Two months ... he must not wait now! The urged congenital spirit root flew towards Shura, and just flew into the range of Shura's breath, Shura opened his mouth, and the congenital spirit root immediately entered

In Shura's mouth.

At this time, the life energy on Shura was exhausted, and Shura resumed the appearance of dead silence.

However, Shura has just become dead, and in those virtual eyes, there was a god of expression immediately.

"Bang!"

As with a drum, it sounded from Shura's chest.

"Bang -Bang — Bang--" The sinking voice constantly beating, gradually becoming low, and eventually unattainable.

And Long Yin, from beginning to end, dare not look back.

After waiting for a while, the sound was finally coming behind.

"Okay! I can converge my power."

Shura said lightly, "You don't have to carry back to me, you can turn over."

Long Yin nodded and turned slowly.

With Shura blood vowed, he was naturally not afraid of Shura to hurt him.

However, Shura's breath is extremely terrible in itself, and he has to face it carefully.

Gradually turned around, Shura was still silent, only the gods in the eyes, indicating that Shura was living.

However, when Long Yin saw those eyes, it seemed to be the body that fell into a millennium cold pond. A cold feeling rose from the bottom of the heart, and then spread throughout the body.

This kind of cold, which is so substantial that Long Yin feels that his body cannot move at all.

After half a day, he recovered from that cold feeling.

"Senior ..." Long Yin's voice was a little hoarse.

Why are you doing it?

No, what about moving?
Chapter completed!