Chapter 184 Shura
In the ancient world, there are four seas outside and eight wildernesses inside.

The so-called Eight Wildernesses refer to the eight directions of heaven and earth, namely east, south, west, north, southeast, northeast, northwest, and southwest.

The dragon clan occupied the four seas, commanded the aquatic creatures, and plotted to take over the eight wildernesses on land.

The Qilin clan, with Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven and earth, as its center, rules over all the beasts in heaven and earth.

The Phoenix clan occupies the Immortal Volcano in the west, and all the birds in the world are their followers.

Walking in the wilderness at this time.

If you don't have some skills, you will be captured by the minions of these three tribes in minutes.

Either serving as blood food for cultivation, or becoming a slave to support the upper clan, all are possible.

While listening to Fairy Caixia's introduction, Yang Jian flew along the water veins under his feet.

The water vein under his feet is called Bashui, one of the eight waters in the northern region of the prehistoric world.

According to Fairy Caixia, at this time the ancient world had not yet been broken apart. The water veins in the world could be divided into thirty-six veins, eight of which were in the northern region, covering an area of ​​36 million miles.

This is not a small number.

When Yang Jian first heard the news, he was only shocked by the size of the Northern Territory.

When he thought about the fact that Mount Xumi, where he was going, was located in the Western Wilderness, he felt a chill in his heart.

The Northern Wilderness is so small, so it would take a long time to fly to the Western Wilderness.

He was in the central part of the Northern Wilderness at this time. A cloud could travel 180,000 miles a day, and it would take 160 days and nights to fly out of the Northern Wilderness. It would also take a long time to fly from the Western Wilderness to Mount Xumi. Several months were spent on the journey.

Fortunately, the least valuable thing in the ancient times is time.

While practicing the Seventy-Two Transformations, Yang Jian controlled the lotus incarnation to ride on the clouds.

Whenever he met any blind creatures on the road, he would eat them all to help him practice the Seventy-Two Transformations.

As his practice of the Seventy-Two Transformations became more and more advanced, he no longer needed to devour large numbers of living beings to perform the transformations.

This is a huge improvement.

After all, some creatures are unique and there are only one of their kind.

If he had encountered this kind of creature when he had just learned the Seventy-Two Transformations, it would have been a waste of God's gift.

A few months later.

Yang Jian tried to transform himself into the alien bird he had just swallowed, flapping his wings and flying.

The tall and broad Mount Sumeru appears and disappears in the distance.

The green color of the grass and trees between heaven and earth faded, and the ground was stained with scarlet, making the earth here appear the color of rust.

The spiritual energy here is turbid. If creatures with lower cultivation levels try to refine the spiritual energy, their minds will inevitably be affected and they will turn into murderous beasts.

When the bird transformed from the lotus flew over, it saw a group of creatures fighting on the ground.

The lingering smell of blood rushed high into the sky, dyeing the lower half of the white clouds blood red.

Water vapor gathered, the white clouds gradually turned black, and thunder began to rage. Under the influence of blood, the thunder also turned blood red.

As a thunderbolt then penetrated the sky and earth, the battle on the ground was decided. They waved their weapons and roared towards the sky, as if showing off their victory.

Their roars seemed to open some kind of floodgate, and blood rained down.

The remaining creatures below were running happily under the rain of blood, not even caring about their injured companions.

Yang Jian endured the pungent smell of blood, flapped his wings twice and flew closer, landed on a dead branch, and looked at these guys closely.

The blood-red rain that watered the earth explained the rust-like color of the land.

The dead tree he was standing on was extremely tall, and one could vaguely tell that it had once been a giant tree with lush branches and leaves.

The branches were crisscrossed and densely packed, and could also serve to shield him from the wind and rain, preventing him from being exposed to the blood.

He felt the same as the lotus incarnation, not to mention that he had turned into a bird. If his feathers got wet, it would be very uncomfortable to fly.

Coupled with the strong fishy smell here, it is simply torture.

Maybe this is what hell looks like.

Yang Jian thought for no reason.

And this Mount Xumi will become the gate of Western religion in the future. After Jie Yin and Zhunti become saints, they will build a Buddhist holy place here: Leiyin Ancient Temple. It is really interesting that the demon cave has become a Buddhist holy place.

It wasn't just Yang Jian who found it interesting.

At this time, Fairy Caixia, who shared the perception of the lotus incarnation with him, also felt it was novel.

She motioned Yang Jian to look at the creatures bathing in blood rain in the distance.

"This is the Shura clan under Luohou. They are quite interesting and have some connection with the human race."

These Shuras seem to be human beings and look exactly like humans, but there is not a trace of humanity in their bodies, only the cold demonic aura that can kill all living things.

They simply had iron sheets hanging on their bodies to cover their vital parts such as the heart.

As for some unspeakable parts, they were exposed blatantly, as if there was no shame at all.

The appearance of their bodies seemed to distinguish between male and female.

Shura is ugly in appearance and strong in body, with male features growing between his legs.

As for the women among them, they have slender waists, amazing curves, and beautiful faces. They are all rare beauties.

Beauty is not a scarce commodity here.

After all, there were a lot of dead bodies on the ground.

As the clouds in the sky gradually thinned and the blood rain became sparse, the red sun penetrated the clouds.

The blood on the ground was steaming, reflecting a dazzling light under the sunlight.

The smell in the air suddenly changed.

In addition to the disgusting smell, there was also a lewd smell.

Soon, all the creatures on the ground staged a fierce battle in the open air.

After the war, these Shuras, both men and women, dragged their tired bodies, cleaned up the battlefield, and piled up the corpses.

These corpses also belong to the Shura clan, and among them are the corpses of prehistoric ferocious beasts that they have kept in captivity.

The battlefield was cleaned up extremely quickly, and the male Shuras were the ones who were busy doing the hard and tiring work.

The female Shura obviously holds a high position in the tribe, so she can stay out of it and watch the male Shura work.

Yang Jian watched the scene with interest, and soon he noticed something strange.

The female Shura's originally flat belly swelled up like a balloon in a short period of time.

Their bellies were swollen, with blue veins clearly visible on top.

The outermost layer of skin was stretched tightly, and the thin capillaries were clearly visible, as if they were about to break in the next second.

The cry of a baby suddenly rang out from this bloody and horrifying place.

The bird on the dead tree turned its head and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a female Shura half-lying, leaning on the bluestone, holding a crying baby in her hands.

The female Shura took a simple dagger in her hand, cut the laces, and stood up as if nothing had happened.

Obviously, these Shuras are all in strong bodies, so they will not become extremely weak during childbirth like humans.

The babies continued to cry, and more babies were born.

The cries of these newborn Shuras revealed their extreme hunger.

An increasingly strange scene appeared.

The female Shuras were seen holding up the babies. They were not breastfeeding them, but instead placing the newborn Shuras on the corpses piled up after they cleaned up the battlefield.

The crying stopped abruptly, and the battlefield suddenly became extremely quiet.

The newly born Shuras stretched out their tender little hands, grabbed any place where they could gain leverage, opened their big mouths and bit at the flesh in front of them.

There was only the sound of dense chewing.

"Suck~"

(End of this chapter)