Chapter 319: Sukara returns, I have a solution! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"How are things?"

Taraka asked.

Hearing this, the three brothers Lianmu, Xingmu and Dianhuan looked at each other and walked to the side of Toraja.

"Father!"

"We were seriously injured at the time, and Grandfather had already softened his heart. We were almost persuading him to come!"

"Who knew that [Boroharata] would come and interfere!"

"After grandfather healed our wounds, he let us come back!"

Dianhuan said.

Upon hearing this, Toraja’s face darkened.

Praharada!

This guy actually went over there to cause trouble!
hateful!

Taraka frowned as he was thinking about how to solve the problem. [Bharaharada] was very powerful and was meditating in the human world, but his son was under the command of King Parvati.

Maybe you can use it!
While Toloka was thinking, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and looked at the vast land.

Ok? !

Divine light emanated from his eyes, and he vaguely saw the figure of the sacred beast master entering the earth.

"This is Datian, Datian has entered the earthly realm!"

"He wants to give a blessing?"

"That place is... Sukara!"

Sukara! Sukara! Sukara!
Toraja's eyes suddenly widened, he lowered his head casually, his eyes moved left and right, and then he laughed loudly: "Teacher Ashura, hahahaha!"

"go!"

"Sukkala's penance is over, let's go meet the teacher!"

Taraka laughed.

His face was full of smiles, the skull necklace around his neck popped, and he swung his arms and walked towards the outside of the palace.

The three Xingmu people looked at each other and followed closely.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The three of them returned to the earth.

Thick fog filled the air and hot white steam continued to rise like a horrible steamer. The hot air spread along with the water vapor, ready to cook the flesh and blood.

boom!
Rumble!
The hot air rose to the sky, surging up and down, forming countless clouds, and terrifying blue lightning filled the sea of ​​clouds.

Tatata!
Faint footsteps were heard, and when Toraja, who had come running, looked up, he saw a white-haired immortal holding a long staff and with a cold face.

Swish!Swish!
The eyes of Tara and Sukara flickered, and their eyes met. In the swirling clouds and mist, their eyes collided with each other in an instant, as if rubbing out endless sparks.

Master Sukara opened his eyes wide.

He stared at Toraja in front of him and spoke.

"Ashura King! Where is Bhabhivan?"

Master Sukara frowned.

When he started practicing asceticism, the Asura King was Bhabhiman. Now that his practice is complete and he has received the blessing, the Asura King has been replaced again.

Could it be that Povivan’s attack on the heavens failed?
"That's right!"

"Bhabhivan has been defeated. He died at the hands of Indra!"

"I am Taraka!"

"Son of the Vajra Body! The current Asura King!"

Toraja spoke.

boom!
Rumble!
The horrifying thunder echoed throughout the land, one after another, the bombardment was continuous and deafening.

Sukara was slightly startled.

The next moment, he took a deep breath, looked around at the hot mist, and continued to ask.

"Why has the land become like this?"

Sukara asked.

"This matter is not important!"

Dhāraṇa did not comment.

His predecessor, King Pali, performed a great victory sacrifice to transform the land and restore part of its habitable environment.

It’s just that the Asuras in the underworld are too destructive.

Practice hard! Move your hands!
As they fought, the earth was shattered and fire burned. The power of the victory festival summoned a lot of water, and after the destruction, the earth became like a steamer.

However, this state will not last long. In ten thousand years at most, the Earth will return to its original magma environment.

"Please, Master, save me!"

Dhāraja put his hands together, stared at Master Ashura, and bowed to him.

Swish!
Soon, Sukara followed Taraka to the heaven, and listened to Taraka's account of the changes that had taken place over the years.

"tutor!"

"Please help me kill the Son of Heaven and save me!"

Dhāraṇa put his hands together and said.

Swish!
Reverend Sukara suddenly looked up.

He stared at the Toraja in front of him, and slammed the handle of the black snake staff in his hand to the ground with a deafening sound.

"Humph!"

"Don't even think about killing the Son of Heaven. No one can kill the Son of Heaven!"

Sukara said angrily.

He was a loyal believer of Mahadeva. The Dhāraṇī in front of him actually wanted him to kill the son of Mahadeva. This was simply treason.

impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Seeing this scene, Toraja's eyes turned cold. His eyes were like lightning. He stared at Sukara and asked loudly.

"Have you forgotten your duty as Ashura's mentor?"

"Su Ke Luo!"

Sukara! Sukara! Sukara!
Toraja said angrily.

Swish!
Rage Sukara clenched his staff tightly and stood there in a daze for a moment.

Toraja’s eyes were cold.

He took two steps forward and approached the Sukara sage in front of him. The skull necklace around his neck emitted a faint green cold light, which was captivating.

"When your mother was killed, who took you in? I am willing to avenge you and invite you to be Ashura's mentor!"

"It's Ashura!"

There was a gleam in Doroka's eyes as he stared at the sage Sukara and uttered a low voice.

He took big steps and slowly approached Sukara.

"You have been practicing hard for many years. Who is looking forward to your return and coming to greet you?"

"It's Ashura!"

Taraka opened his arms and raised them high up to the sky, roaring angrily. He then looked at Sukara fiercely, his eyes like fire, burning on Sukara's body.

"Are you going to abandon the Asuras? Give up your hatred?"

Taraka questioned.

boom!
The hermit Sukara stood there in a daze, with lightning flashing before his eyes and the sound of muffled thunder echoing in his ears.

His fingers were tightly gripping the pitch-black snake staff, his fingertips were clenched white and without a trace of blood.

Swish!
The next moment, Reverend Sukara suddenly raised his head.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes radiated cold light, he gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Only the power of Datian can defeat the Son of Datian!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Toraja's eyes flickered, and the three Lianmu brothers also showed surprise.

"The power of the great sky?"

Taraka Ashura narrowed his eyes, stared at Sukara and asked.

suck~
Reverend Sukara took a deep breath.

He held the snake staff and said in a deep voice, "That's right! Only the power of Datian can kill the Son of Datian!"

"Datian is the God of Gods!"

"His son also possesses unimaginable power. Only the power of the Great Heaven can kill the Son of the Great Heaven!"

Sage Sukara spoke.

Hearing this, Toraja turned his head.

The hair on his smooth head stood up high and kept shaking like floating black horse mane, and the skull necklace around his neck also collided with each other, making strange sounds.

"I understand!"

"I understand everything!"

"There is a way, hahahaha!"

Taraka Ashura opened his arms, raised his head and laughed.

(End of this chapter)