The first to perceive the movement of the Rakshasa King was the head of the Sang family, as early as a few days ago, the Blood Rakshasa had signs of a breakthrough, so he paid extra attention, when he closed his eyes in the wing room to recuperate, he first felt the ground tremble, and then the air was filled with a suffocating bloody gas, and he knew that the Rakshasa King was going to break through.

The blood pool and palace forged for Sang Qiuhan back then were all made of the hardest and most able to suppress the strength of the blood rakshasa 10,000-year-old black iron, and the original ten successful powers, under the suppression of the dark iron, only less than fifty percent remained, so if he wanted to break free from the shackles of the blood pool and the palace, he must have the strength of the rakshasa king.

It's just that the Rakshasa King can be refined casually?

In order to help Sang Qiuhan, the Sang family racked their brains, unscrupulous means, and even did not hesitate to raise it with human blood, this time they refined the martial arts of yin to evil, many years of hard work, once it was completed, the head of the Sang family was excited, and even the little Rakshasa had not been found for the time being.

The Rakshasa King broke free from the Xuantie chain tied to his feet, destroyed the Xuantie Palace and the blood pool, and the Sang family's forbidden land collapsed, without the suppression of the Xuantie, the Rakshasa King's aura skyrocketed, and even the Stygian Mountain, which was dozens of miles away, sensed it.

The Sikong family master looked at the blood cloud above his head, feeling the increasingly dense blood qi around him, and frowned: "Oops, he is absorbing the blood qi of the Stygian Mountain!" ”

As soon as the words fell, all the masters of the Sikong family were surprised to find that their companions began to bleed from their seven orifices, and fine beads of blood oozed from their skin, as if they realized something, they looked at themselves again, and then, everyone erupted in horror.

The head of the Sikong family also felt that his blood was leaving his body little by little, at this moment, he didn't care about self-preservation, but took a big stride, walked to Sikong Changfeng, who supported his body with a sword, moved his fingers, clicked his big acupoint, protected his heart, and then he slapped Sikong Changfeng's back, and continuously injected internal force into his body.

Sikong Changfeng's rapidly flowing blood qi was relieved a little, but the price paid was huge, and after a while, the head of the Sikong family became a bloody man.

Sikong Changfeng looked at him in disbelief: "Father......"

"Don't talk!" The internal strength of the Sikong family master is quite deep, but in front of the powerful Rakshasa King, it seems that it is not enough, and he almost tried his best to save half of his son's life.

Sikong Changfeng wants to stop his father, this is a senseless sacrifice, he is just delaying the speed of being sucked dry, and his father may take his life for this.

The face of the head of the Sikong family gradually turned pale: "In the past, my father was sorry for you, but in the future, you have to take care of yourself." ”

Are these last words? No matter how much he complained, at this moment, it seemed to have disappeared, he was his father, he was the closest person in the world, Rao was that he failed to level a bowl of water between his two sons, but in the end he did not hesitate to give this life in order to save himself, Sikong Changfeng did not complain, did not hate.

"Father's ......"

"In the grievances between the two families, your mother is innocent, I don't ask you to treat her well, I only ask you not to embarrass her after inheriting the position of head of the family in the future......"

"Father, I ......"

"Your brother is not successful, but after all, he is your closest relative, you discipline him well on my behalf, don't let him act wrong again......"

After saying the last word, the internal strength of the Sikong family master was exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

He also fell with many masters of the Sikong family, as well as all the disciples in the Chaoyang Palace.

Hades ...... It's fallen!

The little rakshasa swept up into the air, rushing in the direction of Sikong's house, showing his teeth and dancing his claws: "Trumble, grunt, grunt......" I don't know what to say.

In Chaoyang Palace, the three little black eggs were sucked up by the huge internal force.

The little rakshasa screamed a few times, swished over, and grabbed the little black eggs floating in the air.

"Gurgling, Gurgling!" Little Rakshasa jumps to his feet!

Yu Wan was also sucked into the air.

The little rakshasa dragged Yu Wan down again, and then, it looked in the direction of the Sang family, crossed its waist, and continued to mutter, I really don't know what to say, but like that, I was very angry!

In the little Rakshasa grunting that I don't know how many times, the figure of the Rakshasa King finally appeared.

The blood clouds in the sky seemed to have condensed into a piece of blood jade like substance, the rivers at the foot of the Stygian Mountain were almost blood-red, and the Rakshasa King was dressed in a demon-red robe, and the corners of the robe were stirring in the wind, like a pool of blood-colored slurry.

His appearance is definitely not good-looking, although because of his strong skills, he still retains a black hair when he is old, but the white skin like a ghost, the face with green tendons, and the blood-red and sunken eyes, even if the blue sky and the daylight look really a little scary.

The only one who is used to his appearance is probably the little rakshasa .

The moment the little rakshasa saw him, he swooped at him!

He poked out his fingertips with black nails, and with a volley in the air, the blood qi around him instantly condensed a three-foot-wide blood path in mid-air, and the little rakshasa pounced too fast, fell down, and made several small rolls on the blood path, which was worthy of stopping in front of him.

Subsequently, the little rakshasa began its performance.

It pointed at the masters of the Sang family, and with a gesture of pulling out a bow and arrow, it fell to the ground, and then gestured to take out a hook, and it fell to the ground again, tilting its head, rolling its eyes, and sticking out its tongue!

The masters of the Sang family were shocked!

Without waiting for them to explain, the Rakshasa King's fingertips moved, and the blood and qi in their bodies were drained.

The Rakshasa King condensed their blood into a black-red blood pill and threw it into the hands of the little Rakshasa King.

The little rakshasa held the blood pill and played with satisfaction.

The Sikong family and the people of Chaoyang Hall breathed a sigh of relief, sparing them as fools and seeing that the little Rakshasa was on their side, the Rakshasa King was the Sang family, but in order to avenge the little Rakshasa without saying a word, he killed his own master, which shows how much he cares about the little Rakshasa and the little Rakshasa is their friend, and if he wants to come to the Rakshasa King without looking at the face of the monk and looking at the face of the Buddha, he will not be embarrassed by them.

What no one expected was that before they could finish their breath, the Rakshasa King made a move against the Stygian Mountain.

The little Rakshasa jumped up, spread his little arms, and blocked in front of the Stygian Mountain, preventing the Rakshasa King from attacking the Stygian Mountain, but this time, the Rakshasa King did not do what he wanted.

The little rakshasa bared his teeth fiercely at him! If you want to move the Stygian Mountain, you will step over it!

The Rakshasa King didn't even raise his eyelids, and with a wave of his big hand, the little Rakshasa was gone.

Naturally, he wouldn't hurt the little rakshasa either, but he wouldn't allow the little rakshasa to stop it. ”

In the Chaoyang Palace, Qingyan, who was evacuating his disciples from the Stygian Mountain, felt the murderous aura of the Rakshasa King, and scolded angrily: "Oh, this madman! He, he, he...... He's striking again! ”

Old Cui Tou hid on the table: "Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan...... Darksteel! Don't you have that kind of dark iron? ”

"Yes, Darksteel!" Qingyan strode back to the house and took out the dark iron weapons he had prepared in the morning, but before he could make a move, all the weapons were shattered into a puddle of powder.

This is a 10,000-year-old black iron, and it can be crushed like this with just a trace of internal force, Rakshasa King...... What kind of perverted existence is it?

Before he could think of an answer, Qingyan was sucked out by a huge suction.

"Qingyan!"

When he passed by Yu Wan, Yu Wan grabbed his arm quickly.

That internal force also fell on Yu Wan's body unexpectedly, and seeing that it was about to suck the blood and qi in Yu Wan's body together, Yu Wan's stomach suddenly moved, and a wave of Saint King's coercion burst out, blocking that internal force.

The Rakshasa King was stunned for a moment.

"Holy ...... Wang ......"

An ugly and hoarse voice, with an unfamiliar tone, as if a monster was whispering.

The Rakshasa King's covetous gaze unabashedly fell on Yu Wan's stomach.

The Holy King is a great supplement for the Blood Rakshasa, especially after being the Queen of the Rakshasas, the blood of ordinary people can no longer enhance his skills, and Yu Wan's pure Yin blood, or the blood of the Saint King in her stomach, can at least improve his skills to another level.

The Rakshasa King decisively put aside the grudge with Sikong Ancestor, and reached out and grabbed the chubby little girl.

However, the moment he grabbed it, a small figure flashed over!

He grabbed the little rakshasa.

The little rakshasa looked face down, stretched out his head, and looked at him cutely from under his crotch.

The Rakshasa King frowned and threw the little Rakshasa away again.

But when he grabbed Yu Wan for the second time, the little rakshasa swished back again.

He looked at the little rakshasa who was caught in his hand again, and finally got angry. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.