The Rakshasa King roared at the little Rakshasa and used his internal force to pick up a black iron chain, tie the little Rakshasa upside down and hang it upside down on the branch.

The little rakshasa shook his head downward, and finally he couldn't be a demon anymore.

The little Rakshasa can't come out to make trouble, and the Rakshasa King will be able to let go of his hands and feet to deal with the Stygian Mountain.

Before becoming the Rakshasa King, Sang Qiuhan was not a good person, after so many years of perverted cultivation, he had already refined himself into a monster who was neither human nor ghost, where was there any compassion in his heart?

Everyone felt the murderous aura in his eyes, about the grievances between Sang Qiuhan and Sikong Ancestor, the masters of the Sikong family and the disciples of Chaoyang Hall also knew more or less, but they didn't know that the Rakshasa King was Sang Qiuhan back then, and Yu Wan and his party knew about it, so they were even more desperate.

Qingyan scolded bitterly: "He is planning to wash the Stygian Mountain in blood...... What a madman! ”

Bloodbathing the Stygian Mountain is the second step, and getting the Holy King is the first step at the moment.

The Rakshasa King raised his hand slightly, and Yu Wan's body flew towards him in the air.

Shadow Thirteen took out the blackiron chain and wrapped it around Yu Wan's ankle, Shadow Thirteen grabbed the other end of the blackiron chain, and when Shadow Six saw this, he hurriedly rushed over and grabbed the blackiron chain with him.

Qingyan and Moon Hook also rushed over, and all the disciples of Chaoyang Hall used all their strength to pull the Xuantie Chain.

Old Cui poked his head out from under the table: "This, this, this...... Can this be handled? ”

Grandma stood in front of the window and shook her head solemnly.

If he can hold it, he will not be the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King and the Blood Rakshasa are one word apart, but the realm is thousands of miles apart, and the power of the Rakshasa King, not to mention their group of fledgling boys, is the Sikong Ancestor who is at the top of their martial arts, they may not be his opponents.

The Rakshasa King is an existence that is difficult to die, and there is only one other Rakshasa King who can kill the Rakshasa King, and there is a second Rakshasa King in the underworld? The answer is no.

"Hey! Don't stop talking, and put on this appearance of being slaughtered! Old Cui Tou made Grandma's desperate expression make his heart go up and down, and he said disagreeingly, "I, I, I...... Don't we still have many masters? ”

Grandma said, "Are you in retreat, or are you not in retreat?" ”

Grandma's words made Lao Cuitou shut up.

Their strongest strength has all broken through the retreat, and it is also the time for the Sang family's Blood Rakshasa to break through at this juncture.

A mere black iron chain is nothing to the Rakshasa King, the Rakshasa King snorted disdainfully, and with a movement of his fingertips, the dark iron chain broke into pieces.

"Ahh

Everyone wanted to rush up to save Yu Wan, but none of them could move.

The coercion of the Rakshasa King is truly terrifying!

The Rakshasa King's claws were aimed at Yu Wan's stomach.

The little Rakshasa covered his eyes!

Yu Wan also covered her eyes!

…… No, what is she doing with her eyes covered? This guy is obviously coming for the fetus in her womb, she should cover her belly!

Yu Wan covered her stomach, but it was not of much use, the claws of the Rakshasa King were by no means something that a weak woman could compete with.

Are they really going to die at the hands of this bastard?

The aura of the Rakshasa King enveloped Yu Wan all of a sudden.

Yu Wan closed her eyes in despair, and finally shouted, "Yan Jiuchao—"

An icy aura burst through the air like a sharp blade, hitting the center of the Rakshasa King's eyebrows, tearing his coercion apart!

The Rakshasa King's eyebrows moved, and he grabbed Yu Wan's hand and raised it, his fingertips flicked away the breath, he didn't make much effort, just such a distraction, Yu Wan was sucked by another strong internal force.

Yu Wan fell into a familiar embrace, his unique manly breath, mixed with a faint orchid fragrance and a hint of medicinal fragrance that seemed to be there, Yu Wan's heart settled down in an instant.

"Yan Jiuchao ......" she looked at him, the scene just now was really dangerous, no matter how calm she was, she was also scared into a cold sweat, but all this disappeared in the moment she saw him, as long as he was here, no matter what he did or not, or what he was going to face, she was fearless.

"You're out of the country." There was a hint of grievance in her voice unconsciously.

Yan Jiuchao said coldly: "If you call it so loudly, you won't be able to cultivate if you don't go out of the customs." ”

Yu Wan burst into tears and laughed.

Yan Jiuchao fell back to the ground with Yu Wan in his arms, and under the strong Wei Ya of the Rakshasa King, his movements were still smooth and graceful like a fairy.

"Wait for me here." Yan Jiuchao put Yu Wan down.

"Hmm." Yu Wan nodded obediently.

Yan Jiu flicked his wide sleeves, tapped his toes, jumped onto the roof in the air, stood on a warped eaves, and looked fixedly at the Rakshasa King who landed on the opposite eaves.

The four eyes met, and an astonishing murderous aura erupted in the air.

The Rakshasa King's scrutinizing gaze fell on Yan Jiuchao's face, Yan Jiuchao's body exuded the aura of longevity, the realm was not low, Rao was locked up in the forbidden land of the Sang family, and the Rakshasa King also knew that only Sikong Ye had practiced the immortal formula in the entire Sikong family, but Sikong Ye was not a young boy in his early twenties.

"You...... No...... Be...... Manage...... Empty...... Bright? ”

After many years of being dumb, the Rakshasa King's ability to speak has deteriorated dramatically.

"Of course I'm not." Yan Jiuchao said lightly.

In front of the Rakshasa King, who could destroy the entire underworld with a single fist, Yan Jiuchao's reaction was too calm, and even the Rakshasa King himself was a little incredible.

The little Rakshasa heard Yan Jiuchao's voice, took away the little hand covering his eyes, and screamed at the Rakshasa King!

The Rakshasa King didn't look back at it, but just hit an internal force with his backhand, sealing its dumb hole.

The little rakshasa's mouth was still croaking, but there was no longer a sound.

The Rakshasa King said domineeringly and slowly: "Si...... Empty...... Ye ......"

Yan Jiuchao said with a proud expression: "After so many years, your skills have not grown much, Sikong Ye doesn't want to see you!" ”

The Rakshasa King was furious, and a terrifying coercion pressed towards Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiuchao urged the longevity technique, and blocked it without changing his face.

"Less...... Young master, he ......" Kageroku glared in surprise.

Grandma said: "He broke through the eighth weight." ”

This is really unexpected, the ghost king spent half a lifetime of hard work to be able to practice the longevity trick to the sixth level, but Yan Jiuchao broke through the two layers in just ten days, this is simply a miracle, not to mention that he is still so young, even Sikong Ye also took decades to break through to the eighth level, grandma believes that if Yan Jiuchao is given a few more years, he may really be able to become the existence that defeats the Rakshasa King, but ...... Not now.

Yan Jiuchao's muscles and veins endured a wave of tremendous destruction, but he didn't show any abnormality on his face.

He said domineeringly: "You take my three palms, after three palms, if you can still stand here intact, I will let you see Sikong Ye." ”

Qingyan said worriedly: "What does the Nine Dynasties want to do?" Don't say three palms, even thirty palms, the Rakshasa King will be fine......"

Yan Jiuchao continued: "The dignified Rakshasa King, it won't even be able to take my three palms, right?" If you're afraid of losing, just say it! ”

The Rakshasa King angrily hooked his index finger at Yan Jiuchao, as if signaling him to make a move.

"First palm!"

Yan Jiu moved towards his wide sleeves and struck out a sharp and powerful palm wind.

The Rakshasa King originally didn't take a kid in his eyes, so he didn't use much skill to resist, but when the other party's palm wind fell on him, a trace of surprise passed through the Rakshasa King's eyes.

This palm, even if it didn't hurt him, hurt him.

"Second palm!" Yan Jiuchao did not hesitate at all, and then hit the second palm, this time the palm wind was more than three more successes, and the Rakshasa King's body was really shaken.

A tendon is broken.

Although it was only a small vein, it was also unexpected by the Rakshasa King.

It's like thinking that the other party is an ant, but it turns into a young eagle and pecks him to bleed.

Kill him, drain his blood, and train him into a blood pill!

Yan Jiuchao rubbed his wrist, looked at him indifferently and said, "Third palm, I won't show mercy to my subordinates anymore, you have to be careful." ”

Although the ants have become eagles, they are just eagles, and it is not so easy to hurt the Rakshasa King.

The Rakshasa King looked at Yan Jiuchao without fear.

Yan Jiuchao stretched out his arms, swept up in the air, and looked at the Rakshasa King condescendingly: "I said, this palm is a very powerful palm, you better take it with your heart." ”

"Humph!" The Rakshasa King was full of disdain.

Yan Jiu hooked the corner of his lips and dodged to the side, revealing a white-robed man standing behind him at some point.

Sikong Ye flew up and slapped it towards the heart of the Rakshasa King!

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