The Rakshasa commander ate the soul of True Lord Yue Hua. He turned his eyes and stared at True Lord Tianming not far away. He chuckled and revealed a row of blood-stained ferocious fangs!
"It's over!"
True Lord Tianming was completely despairing and had even given up resistance.
"Aliens should not be so arrogant!"
"Suffer death!"
At this moment, a deafening shout came from mid-air.
But it was True Lord Yujun, True Lord Luoxue, and the guiding monk who arrived in time and took action at the same time without hesitation, using the sect’s most powerful secret technique!
In an instant, mana surged and the color of the world changed!
"Um?"
Although Commander Rakshasa turned his back to Zhenjun Yujun and the others, he could feel the terrifying power behind him!
Although the Rakshasa tribe is one of the nine tribes, and he can even cross a large realm to kill the True Lord Yuanying, it does not mean that his power can confront the True Lord Yuanying head-on.
What's more, it was the three top true kings on the Tianhuang Continent who took action!
However, the advantage of the Rakshasa clan is not strength, but speed!
He can fly to the sky and escape from the earth with unpredictable speed!
His movement skills are difficult for even Nascent Soul Lord Nascent Soul to capture.
The Rakshasa commander sneered, and his figure flickered, not even able to compete with Zhenjun Yujun and the other three. He disappeared directly from the place, turned into a black light, and disappeared into the void.
Seeing the Rakshasa leader fleeing, the three of them, True Monarch Yujun, were greatly refreshed.
"Tianming, the power of this Rakshasa leader is definitely not enough to compete with us!"
True Lord Yujun looked at True Lord Tianming not far away who looked dull and still had not recovered from his emotions, and said in a deep voice: "As long as we join forces and form an encirclement, we may not be able to kill this Rakshasa commander!"
"good."
The guiding monk also nodded and said: "This Rakshasa just now did not dare to confront us head-on. This is our only chance!"
True Lord Tianming gradually came to his senses and realized that it was the appearance of True Lord Yujun and the other three that enabled him to escape from death.
But there was no fighting spirit in his eyes.
This is so scary!
He also understood that what Zhenjun Yujun said was quite reasonable.
But the Rakshasa commander's speed was so fast that they couldn't react at all. Even if they joined forces, what chance would they have of winning
True Lord Tianming does not want to die.
He just wants to leave here as soon as possible, leave Vientiane City, and leave this Shura hell!
"It's enough for you to join forces, you don't need to count me out!"
Tianming Zhenjun's expression changed, he pondered a little, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he put down these words, turned around and ran away without looking back.
"you… "
True Lord Yujun was so angry that his arms trembled and his expression was filled with resentment.
There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of the guide monk, and he sighed: "Everyone wants to be alone, but at this juncture, who can stay out of it?"
"Are you three trying to join forces to kill me?"
At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly came from the ears of the three of them, and it was bone-chilling!
"not good!"
Zhenjun Yujun and the other three people only felt cold all over their bodies.
A cold light flashed, exuding the aura of death, and it went straight for the guiding monk's head, trying to split him in half from top to bottom!
"Quickly retreat!"
True Lord Yujun suddenly exerted his strength and pushed the guiding monk away.
Poof!
Blood spurts out.
An arm was thrown high, and blood droplets flew and scattered in the air.
Although the guiding monk escaped with his life, Lord Yujun had one of his arms cut off, and the wound was bleeding profusely!
True Monarch Luoxue quickly took action and stood in front of True Monarch Yujun. He spread out layers of ice crystals with his wave of hands, refracting different light, creating a line of sight error and temporarily blocking the Rakshasa Commander.
True Lord Yujun's face turned pale.
The weapons of the Rakshasa clan are filled with an extremely evil power.
It can cause lacerations and bleeding.
With one arm broken and a serious loss of energy and blood, his fighting power was running low.
Moreover, this kind of injury is almost difficult to heal for him!
Unless one can cultivate to the state of integration, it is possible to regenerate a severed limb.
However, the road to cultivating immortality is long, dangerous and difficult. It is still unknown whether one can reach the Return to Void Realm, let alone the Dharma Realm and Fusion Realm that follow.
True Lord Luoxue rescued True Lord Yujun, but unexpectedly the Rakshasa commander did not continue to pursue the two men.
Black light flashes!
The guiding monk was worried about Zhenjun Yujun's injury. After hesitating for a moment, a huge gash was made in his abdomen, and his internal organs almost fell out!
"Um!"
The guiding monk groaned.
He knew that the Rakshasa commander did not kill him, otherwise he would already be a dead body at this time!
"Hey hey hey!"
Yin Chechai's laughter was erratic. One moment he was still in front of him, and in the next moment, he was already behind Zhenjun Luoxue.
"careful!"
True Lord Yujun warned aloud, but he was still a step too slow.
There was a half-foot-long wound on Zhenjun Luoxue's back from top to bottom. If it were deeper, she could be cut into two pieces!
"ah!"
True Monarch Luoxue was in pain and suffered severe loss of energy and blood. He could not control his body shape and fell from mid-air with True Monarch Yujun and the guiding monk.
The three of them fell to the ground in a miserable state, their bodies stained with blood and mud, and their faces became increasingly pale.
"Mmmhmm... delicious."
In mid-air, the Rakshasa Commander was holding the arm of True Monarch Yujun, tearing the flesh and blood on it, and swallowing it with big mouthfuls!
True Lord Luoxue felt his stomach churn and almost vomited.
True Lord Yujun's body was trembling, his eyes were filled with rage, and his silver teeth were almost broken!
"The life essence in your flesh and blood is richer, which is very rare! Let's save your lives first. If we kill you now, your flesh and blood will no longer be fresh, quack quack!"
The Rakshasa leader laughed ferociously.
"Um?"
At this moment, the Rakshasa commander seemed to sense something, turned around suddenly, and looked to the west.
I saw eight figures coming from the west of Vientiane City, including men and women.
The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful.
One of the women had her hands and feet tied up and looked sluggish, while the other seven were all emitting a faint light!
Zhenjun Yujun and the other three people also looked subconsciously.
In mid-air, there are four Nascent Soul Lords galloping towards the west. One of them is the Weifu monk from the Vajra Temple, and the other is the Jiankong monk from the Xuankong Temple.
The other two people are the True Lord of Zixiao Sect and the True Lord of Qingfengguan.
These four Nascent Soul Lords happened to bump into the eight figures coming towards them.
"Get away!"
Monk Weifu was in a hurry to escape, and when he found out how much he could care about the eight in front of him, he cursed angrily, burst out with a Buddhist lion's roar, his energy and blood surged, and he directly punched the Vajra Demon-Suppressing Fist!
"hehe."
The leading man was blond, tall, extremely handsome, with deep eyes. He looked at the oncoming monk Weifu and smiled faintly.
The blond man didn't retreat or evade, but actually faced him!
"Go back!"
The blond man's energy and blood surged, and he actually emitted a golden light. As his blood circulated, there were waves of tsunami sounds!
In his body, there seems to be a vast golden ocean!
The blond man also stretched out his arm and punched!
boom!
Fists clash!
The space seems to be frozen.
Monk Weifu's expression showed endless pain, and there were sounds of bone cracking coming from his arm!
puff!
Monk Weifu vomited out a pool of blood, his eyes dimmed, and he fell from the air. His arms were shattered!
hiss!
Seeing this scene, the fleeing monks were frightened to death!
"The Gods, the Gods are here too!"
There was despair in the eyes of Zhenjun Yujun, and he said sadly: "Does it mean that I, the genius of the human race, really want to suffer such a disaster in Wanxiang City?"