The little fat man and the others were shocked when they heard it!

In an instant, all kinds of legends about the primeval nine clans poured into his mind.

Legend has it that in the primeval era, there were many races, among which the nine fierce clans were respected, which was the nine primeval clans in the mouth of later generations!

The Nine Fierce Clans have always been at the pinnacle of all the Clans, and their status is unshakable, all because the bloodline, inheritance memory, and secret techniques of the Nine Fierce Clans are too powerful to suppress the Ten Thousand Clans!

Unlike the Terrans, who are inherently weak, the Nine Fierce Clans are inherently strong!

Even if you don't cultivate much, it is enough to sweep away all races, let alone suppress the human race that was at the bottom at that time and was enslaved by all races.

The human race, in the eyes of the nine fierce clans, is even lower and more humble than ants!

If it weren't for the outbreak of a great war in the primeval era, which caused all races to wither, white bones all over the field, blood and drifting, countless races annihilated, and the nine fierce races also suffered heavy losses, the human race would never have a chance to rise!

In the ensuing battle of the ancients, the Terrans won a crushing victory.

The nine fierce clans were hit hard, and they could only be scattered all over the world, condescending to a corner.

This is also the Nine Forbidden Lands later!

Whether it is the elders of the Immortal Sect, the Demon Sect or the Buddhist Sect, they will definitely tell their disciples not to set foot in these nine forbidden places.

Back then, in the golden world where the emperors of the human race rose together, the emperor of the human race, a peerless man who was feared in ancient and modern times, failed to completely destroy the nine fierce clans, which shows the terrifying background of the nine clans!

As for the understanding of the Nine Ancient Clans, many monks are only in the sporadic records of some ancient books, or in the words of the elders of the sect.

It is said that the existence of the most ordinary bloodline among the Nine Ancient Clans can easily kill other races of the same level, including the Terran race!

The bloodline of the nine clans is strong, and a pure part exists, and it can even cross the Great Realm to suppress and kill cultivators!

Originally, this was just a legend.

Now, it has become a bloody reality!

This strongest Rakshasa clan obviously belongs to the category of the Rakshasa clan with a strong bloodline, and his cultivation realm is equivalent to the Jindan realm, but the speed of his body is so fast that even Yuanying Zhenjun can't react!

In mid-air, Tianming Zhenjun, Beidou Zhenjun and others had ugly faces.

If they were to get along with the True Monarch of the Overlord Palace, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape death!

"Alas, after all, I still couldn't get away. ”

Yujun Zhenjun sighed in his heart, his eyes revealing deep worry.

The reason why this battle for the anomaly list was more than a month ahead was because he heard the news that the people of the Nine Clans had entered the Ancient Battlefield!

Since the Battle of the Ancients, the people of the Nine Clans have rarely walked around the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

But every time it appears, it will set off a bloody storm!

10,000 years ago, it caused a catastrophe, causing the two super sects, a great empire that had stood for 10,000 years, to disappear!

This time, the news that Yujun Zhenjun got was that the Protoss, one of the nine clans, appeared on the ancient battlefield.

When the Protoss entered the ancient battlefield, he must have a plan, and he didn't know what it was.

But in order to avoid colliding with the Protoss and having a conflict, Yujun Zhenjun chose to start the battle for the vision list in advance, but unexpectedly, he still couldn't avoid it.

And, for now, it's worse than he initially thought!

The Protoss has not yet appeared, and the Rakshasa Clan has already entered Vientiane City.

As soon as he made a move, he went on a killing spree!

The comer is not good!

The Rakshasa clan, the most ferocious race of the nine clans, has flesh wings behind them, fast and ferocious, and cannibalistic!!

Moreover, it is excellent for swallowing flesh and bones raw.

Among the Rakshasa clan, the man is ugly and terrifying, with black body, red hair, green eyes, green face and fangs, and hideous and terrifying.

The women, on the other hand, are more beautiful, with a look no different from that of the human race, and they are slender and moving.

The Rakshasa clan is also the race of the nine clans that is known for its speed, and no one can beat it!

Yujun Zhenjun stared at the tallest and strongest Rakshasa Commander opposite, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know the Rakshasa Clan, what are you doing in my Terran's Vientiane City?"

"Of course, I'm here to eat people!"

The leader of the Rakshasa clan smiled gloomily, revealing two pairs of bloody, sharp fangs!

"Wow!"

The Rakshasa people behind him became extremely excited, and they stretched out the black robes on their bodies one after another, unfurled their black flesh wings one by one, revealing their true faces, licking the corners of their mouths, and eager to rush up immediately!

Yujun Zhenjun's face showed anger, and gradually disappeared.

However, Tianming Zhenjun, Beidou Zhenjun and others had their eyes flickering, glancing outside Vientiane City from time to time, not knowing what they were thinking.

Yujun Zhenjun said coldly: "Ladies and gentlemen of the Rakshasa clan, Vientiane City is the holy land of our Rakshasa clan, and there are more than 100,000 Terran Tianjiao gathered at this moment!

This sentence is murderous and loud!

As the heir of the Xuanji Palace, even if he is afraid in his heart, it is impossible to retreat!

What's more, there are many human races in Vientiane City, if they really condense into a force and unite, these more than 100 Rakshasa clans may not be able to take advantage!

"Terran Tianjiao?"

The leader of the Rakshasa clan stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and said with a smile: "My favorite is to eat Tianjiao's flesh and drink Tianjiao's blood!"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the leader of the Rakshasa clan suddenly disappeared!

Yujun Zhenjun and the others changed color in shock!

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the leader of the Rakshasa clan sounded, fluctuating, and the direction and location were difficult to discern, but it spread throughout the entire Vientiane City.

"So much fresh flesh and blood, kill me!"

More than 100 Rakshasa people took off one after another, their bodies turned into black lights, rushed into the crowd, and started killing!

"Dare!"

Yujun Zhenjun was furious, and immediately sacrificed his natal flying sword, suspended it in front of his chest, and shouted: "Don't panic, as long as everyone works together......"

Before Yujun Zhenjun's words could be finished, he was interrupted by another voice.

"The monk of the Wind Thunder Hall obeys his orders, and quickly leaves Vientiane City with me!"

Tianming Zhenjun's voice sounded, his body was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and the wind was howling, and he actually released the secret technique of the sect and fled towards the outside of Vientiane City!

"The monks of the Tiangang Sect obeyed the order, and they all left here for me!"

Beidou Zhenjun's figure flickered, and he also galloped towards the outside of Vientiane City, his expression panicked, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the Yuankong monks and the only blessing monks also gave orders!

More than a dozen Yuanying True Monarchs, in the blink of an eye, most of them chose to flee without a fight!

Many Jindan real people present couldn't make up their minds and were in a state of confusion.

Hearing this voice, many monks subconsciously scattered and fled outside Vientiane City.

On the long street, there was a sudden chaos.

Shouts, screams and screams all rolled out.

"You guys!"

Yujun Zhenjun stared at his eyes, only to feel a chill all over his body.

Originally, their only chance of life was to unite together, put aside all their grudges, and confront the Rakshasa clan!

Now, the Wind Thunder Palace, Tiangang Sect, Hanging Temple and other sects have fled without a fight, which is equivalent to losing this last chance!

"Run?"

Luoxue Zhenjun laughed miserably: "Who can escape, even if it is the Wind Thunder Palace's unparalleled escape technique, it can compare to the speed of the Rakshasa clan?"

"Confused. ”

The guide monk sighed with emotion, unable to return to the sky.

Looking at the cultivators who were in chaos on the long street, scattering and fleeing for their lives, Yujun Zhenjun's heart swelled with sorrow, and his eyes were filled with tears.

These Tianjiao will all become the prey of the Rakshasa clan, and no one will be spared!

(End of chapter)