In the gap between the bluestones, thick blood slowly flowed, scarlet and dazzling.
More than a hundred Rakshasa were walking around the remaining cultivators, their huge soles leaving bloody footprints on the bluestone, which was shocking!
The Rakshasa's tall body and dark fleshy wings exude a strong sense of compulsion!
In the crowd, many monks were trembling and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the ferocious faces and green eyes of the Rakshasa tribe.
The atmosphere became extremely depressing!
Many monks even became cautious when breathing, for fear of making any noise and attracting the attention of the Rakshasa clan.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing this scene, the Rakshasa commander was very proud. He looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "This is what your human race calls genius. It is really vulnerable!"
No one argued back.
Lin Xuanji and others' expressions were cold, and a ball of anger was burning in their hearts, which was still suppressed.
The leader of the God Clan stood in the air, glanced at the monks gathered below, and said with an indifferent expression: "Most of the monks here are not geniuses."
After a pause, the leader of the God Clan changed the topic, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said leisurely: "I heard that there are 108 people on the human race's vision list. Only those who can leave their name on the vision list are considered the genius of the human race."
"oh?"
The Rakshasa commander grinned, turned his eyes, and raised his voice: "The 'genius' on the vision list, stand up for me and let me have a look!"
The word 'Tianjiao' was spoken very seriously by the Rakshasa commander, with murderous intent!
Anyone can hear the murderous intention in the Rakshasa commander's mouth.
Originally, it was a great honor for a monk to be ranked on the vision list, and there would be generous rewards.
But now, the vision list has become a reminder for these monks!
No one stood up.
To stand up is to risk death.
"hehe."
The Rakshasa leader smiled sinisterly and said: "If no one comes forward, I will kill someone!"
There was a restlessness in the crowd.
"Spare my life, please spare my life, senior. I am willing to follow you and become your slave, a spiritual beast!"
Finally, one of the monks couldn't bear it anymore, and with a plop, he knelt down in front of the Rakshasa leader, looking horrified.
This is Duan Qingping from Qingfeng Temple, ranked twenty on the list of visions.
He can definitely be regarded as the genius of the human race!
But at this time, Duan Qingping knelt down in front of the Rakshasa commander, without any dignity, and loudly begged for mercy.
He even doesn’t hesitate to become the other party’s spiritual beast and slave!
No one laughed at him.
Even the true king of Qingfengguan has died in the hands of the leader of the gods, let alone him
Ants are greedy for life, let alone him
Most people cultivate themselves for the sake of immortality.
Not to mention he is a real Jindan, even if he is a true king, a powerful person, or an ancestor, who can truly see through life and death
"Want to be my slave, spirit beast?"
The Rakshasa commander stared at Duan Qingping with a sharp gaze and said slowly: "You humans are not worthy!"
The Rakshasa commander laughed evilly, cut off Duan Qingping's head with a backhand knife, held it in his hand, smashed it into pieces, and swallowed the brains.
The Rakshasa leader held up Duan Qingping's head and grinned: "Gah ga ga ga, what a genius, what a visionary? You only deserve to be our food!"
More than a hundred Rakshasa people laughed, and their appearance became more ferocious, like ghosts crawling out of hell.
"Aliens be damned!"
At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
At this moment, it seems so abrupt!
The cultivators were in an uproar!
Many monks turned their heads and followed the sound.
Everyone wants to see who dares to jump out and say the words "Aliens deserve to die" in this difficult situation!
The laughter of the Rakshasa clan also stopped abruptly.
The Rakshasa Commander's face instantly fell.
Among the crowd, a figure slowly walked out.
This monk was dressed in black and had black hair, but his face was frighteningly pale. He had injuries on his body and looked quite weak, and his eyes seemed a bit hollow and dull.
But there is an edge in this person!
With an indomitable spirit, he walked out from the crowd!
The seventh one on the list of visions, Dugu Sword!
No one can imagine, in such a situation, in this Vientiane City filled with blood and corpses everywhere, what kind of pressure this figure will bear if he stands up.
Looking at this lonely figure, the eyes of many monks were complicated.
There is admiration, pity, and numbness.
Hang Qiuyu in the crowd looked at Dugu Jian's figure and lowered his head silently.
In the battle for the Vision List, he lost to Dugu Jian.
But in his heart, he never gave up!
The road ahead for the two of them is still long.
Only then did Hang Qiuyu know that he had completely lost.
Sword cultivation is all about sharpness.
What you cultivate is to rather break than to bend, and move forward indomitably!
Under the killings of the Rakshasa clan, his edge had disappeared.
But the edge of Dugu Sword is still there, getting sharper and sharper.
The sword points at Rakshasa!
"Okay, you're fine!"
The Rakshasa leader twisted his neck, making a clicking sound, with a stern look, and said with a ferocious smile: "Who else is dissatisfied? Come forward and let me see!"
"And I!"
In the crowd, a voice sounded again, a little weak, but very firm.
Su Xiaoning!
This timid woman had changed a lot after experiencing the tragedy of her family members leaving. At this time, she mustered up great courage and stood up!
"Although you Rakshasa clan are among the nine ancient clans, and your Rakshasa clan's bloodline is noble and powerful by birth, so what! In ancient times, your nine clans were defeated, and you Rakshasa clan were also defeated, and you could only succumb to a corner!"
"Although the human race is naturally weak, they will not let foreigners bully them or let you slaughter them!"
These words were so sonorous and powerful that many monks felt their blood surge and even rekindled their fighting spirit!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The Rakshasa commander looked at Xiao Ning and Dugu Jian with mocking eyes, and laughed loudly: "You two ants still want to resist!"
"And I!"
Lin Xuanji walked out and gritted his teeth and said: "Rakshasa tribe, this is the holy land of the human race. Every brick and tile here has the hard work of Fairy Linglong! I will risk my life to protect here and never retreat!"
"And me!" Ji Yaojing stood up.
"Count me in."
The little fat man shook his huge body and squeezed out.
"And I!"
"And I!"
Shi Jian, Ji Chengtian, and Leng Rou all stood up one after another!
These sounds resounded among the crowd.
True Lord Luoxue's eyes were red.
The guide monk's eyes gradually became moist.
True Lord Yujun looked excited and his whole body was shaking.
This is the true genius.
This is the hope for the future of humanity!
In ancient times, it was the talented people who stood up one after another, and the strong men from generation to generation competed with all races and nine races, and the current situation was formed.
The human race is unyielding and can only fight!
You can be invincible, but you cannot surrender!
This is the spirit and soul of the human race!
"quack!"
The monkey's inner elixir was running, his body swelled, and the evil aura lingered. He beat his chest with both hands, making a 'dong-dong' sound. His blood-eyed eyes flashed with fighting spirit. He laughed loudly and said: "What a bullshit Rakshasa tribe. With your face, I'll have to wait a long time." Enough is enough!”
"Roar!"
The spiritual tiger and the golden lion also roared and stood out from the crowd.