The Rakshasa Clan and the Witch Clan were just two of the fierce clans that arrived, but they were so powerful and took the lead. Many monks were secretly worried in their hearts.
"The situation is not good."
The leader of Piaoxue Valley was a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked quite gentle, with a hint of sadness between her brows as she murmured softly.
"Amitabha."
Abbot Huishen of Randen Temple also looked worried, and softly chanted the Buddha's name.
The fierce tribe is too strong, and the human race will definitely have little room for negotiation, and the outcome of this conference of all races will not be optimistic.
"Boom!"
The Xuanji Palace bell rang again.
A large piece of blood mist floated in the distance, and figures were looming in it. Before it landed over the Xuanji Palace, there was a burst of bloody air!
Blood Vine Clan!
A hundred years ago, the Blood Vine Clan wiped out one of its sects, the Nandou Sect. As a result, tens of thousands of clan members were suppressed by Huang Wu on the Six Star Mountain. Even the young leader of the Blood Vine Clan, Teng Lingzi, was killed.
This battle made the Blood Vine Clan lose face.
But over the past hundred years, the Blood Vine Clan has been notoriously evil!
Not long ago, Qingfengguan, one of the immortal sects, had just been destroyed.
In that battle, more than ten Mahayana ancestors from Qingfengguan died!
In the end, the emperor even came forward. The emperor of Qingfeng Temple was buried on the top of Qingfeng Mountain, which caused a great shock in the world of cultivation!
Compared to the Blood Vine Clan, the actions of the Witch Clan and Rakshasa Clan over the years are really not that big.
Many monks were frightened and became nervous instantly, fearing that they would be noticed by the Blood Vine Clan and cause death.
The Palace Master of Xuanji Palace took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and his expression returned to calm. He stepped forward to greet them, cupped his hands and said, "I have seen everyone from the Blood Vine Clan, please come in."
The current young master of the Blood Vine Tribe is named Teng Luo.
He is also an extremely famous monster among the Blood Vine Clan.
But if Teng Lingzi had not died, Teng Luo would not have had the chance to become the young master of the Blood Vine Tribe!
This Teng Luo is even more bloodthirsty than Teng Lingzi!
"It's really lively."
Teng Lingzi licked his lips, looked around the crowd, and said excitedly: "There are so many fresh blood foods, I can't wait!"
"Hey Hey!"
Many Blood Vine tribes burst into laughter, which was terrifying!
All the creatures of all races felt a chill in their hearts.
The Blood Vine Clan has just arrived, and they have not concealed their inner thoughts at all. In the eyes of the Blood Vine Clan, all creatures are just blood food!
Teng Luo looked around, and the creatures of all races avoided him, not daring to look at him!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Teng Luo looked proud and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have just eaten hundreds of blood meals, and I am not hungry yet."
While saying this, Teng Luo walked in with many Blood Vine clansmen.
Many monks breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The bell rang twice in succession.
I saw two teams of monks galloping towards the horizon in the distance.
The monks on the left are all blond and tall, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. They come hand in hand, like a pair of golden boys and girls.
The gods have arrived!
The monks on the other side looked no different from humans.
However, there was a faint vertical blood mark between the eyebrows of these monks, like a closed eye.
The Sky Eye Clan has arrived!
Two vicious clans came to Xuanji Palace at the same time!
The master of the Xuanji Palace came forward again and welcomed the two vicious clans in.
"The leader of the God Clan should be the Goddess Xiaoxiang. She is indeed unparalleled in elegance and beauty. She is no less beautiful than the Jade Rakshasa."
Many monks looked at the woman headed by the God Clan and couldn't help but secretly admire her.
"It's strange. It is rumored that the Goddess Xiaoxiang and the Son of God from the God Clan are a couple of gods and immortals. They are a match made in heaven and often appear hand in hand. How come in such a grand scene, only the Goddess and not the Son of God are seen?"
"I don't know. I guess something delayed me."
Some monks communicated with each other secretly.
"Who is the blind man headed by the Sky Eye Clan?"
At this moment, one of the young masters of Zhentian Sect came to the door and asked quietly through his spiritual consciousness.
The leader of the Tianyan Clan has long hair shawl, expressionless face, and two dark holes in his eyes, which looks a bit intrusive.
The leader of Zhentian Sect sent a message: "What a blind man, please pay attention! That person is not easy to mess with, he is ruthless, don't cause big trouble!"
"Sect Master, don't worry, we are communicating spiritually, and he can't hear it." The young master of the Zhentian Sect said nonchalantly.
"You never go wrong with being careful."
The leader of the Zhentian Sect warned, but still explained: "That person is the young master of the Sky Eye Clan, Can Eye. I heard that when he was young, he destroyed his eyes in order to practice the Sky Eye!"
"ah!"
The young master of Zhentian Sect was secretly speechless.
The leader of the Zhentian Sect continued: "You said Canmu is so cruel to himself, how cruel can he be to others?"
"He is now in the semi-ancestral state, can he completely grow his eyes again?"
The young master of Zhentian Sect asked again.
The leader of the Zhentian Sect shook his head and said: "If he lets his eyes return to normal, most of his moral character will be useless! The fact that he named himself Canmu means that he has made up his mind that he will never see the light again in his life. !”
"It's so cruel!"
The young master of the Zhentian Sect grinned slightly and said through his voice: "What fun is there if you can't see anything all your life just for the sake of cultivation?"
At this moment, the young master of the Tianyan Clan, Canmu suddenly paused and stopped.
Canmu slowly turned his head, and in his eyes, a pair of dark holes were facing the direction of Zhentian Sect.
At this moment, the faces of the Zhentian Sect Master and the Young Master changed drastically. They felt like their scalps were exploding, and their hearts seemed to have stopped beating!
"Can, can, fellow Taoist Canmu, what's the matter?"
The leader of Zhentian Sect tried to calm himself down, but his voice was trembling uncontrollably.
Canmu said calmly: "I hate hearing people talk about my eyes. Besides, you just said a word that I really don't want to hear - blind!"
The faces of the Zhentian Sect master and the young master instantly turned extremely pale, and cold sweat broke out instantly.
The corner of Canmu's mouth was slightly raised, with a mocking look on his face, and he said, "Do you think I can't hear the voice transmitted by the divine consciousness?"
He mutilated his eyes, so he could naturally hear some sounds that no one else could hear!
The heavenly eye between Zanmu's eyebrows suddenly opened a tiny gap.
An extremely terrifying power fluctuation burst out, and a huge cold light passed in the direction of Zhentian Sect!
too fast!
The power of the pupil technique is completely instantaneous.
What's more, it's the pupil technique of the young master of the Sky Eye Clan!
The Zhentian Sect's master and the young master's eyes widened with expressions frozen on their faces.
puff! puff! puff!
Streams of blood mist spurted out, and dozens of monks from the Zhentian Sect, the three combined powerful beings, were all killed by this pupil technique in the blink of an eye, and their bodies and souls were destroyed!
On the ground, there was only a pile of flesh and blood that had been cut to pieces, and the fishy smell was so high!
Canmu just opened his eyes slightly, and all the monks of Zhentian Sect were dead!
Everything is silent!
The creatures of all races were frightened by Zanmu's methods, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.
In the ancient times, there was a reason why the fierce tribe could dominate the world and dominate all other races.
The mighty human race, under the hands of these ferocious young masters, were as small as ants, easily crushed to death without any effort at all!