Two Thousand Three Hundred and Fifteen King Rahu

The sky of the underworld is always filled with drowsy dark clouds.

In the last bloody battlefield, it is even more difficult to see a ray of light. It seems that time also moves slower in such an environment.

If the mind is hard to calm down, it is easier to be restless.

This was the case for the Eighth Prince Li Yun, who looked at the magic power that had not weakened at all, and cursed: "Fuck, why hasn't it weakened yet, Mr. Tang, I can't wait anymore, give me the holy weapon."

Elder Tang seemed a bit lacking in confidence, and said, "Your Highness, if the holy weapon is to forcibly destroy the demonic power, I'm afraid it won't last long. If you wait for the magical power to weaken and use the holy weapon, you will be sure to get the demon king's corpse."

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait until when, the longer the time, the more variables. The prince has been waiting for more than two months, can't wait, give me the holy artifact."

The Eighth Prince said a little irritablely, with anger on his face.

Elder Tang sighed, thinking about it, the longer the wait, the more variables there will be. It was a surprise at this moment, and offering the sacred artifact in a situation that no one could have imagined, might have a miraculous effect.

After comforting himself in this way, Elder Tang took out the holy artifact.

It was a strange weapon, a blood-colored moon wheel, a scimitar like a crescent moon, and the internal components of the crescent moon were complicated, connected together like a skeleton.

The entire moon is nearly three meters long, extremely huge, and exudes a strange magic power.

Elder Tang looked serious, and began to activate the bloody moon wheel, and the divine script on the skeleton seemed to come alive.

Immediately afterwards, blood seeped out from the crescent, and the entire moon seemed to come alive.

Roar!

In an instant, the entire Last Blood Battlefield felt a palpitating roar resounding in his heart.

"This is?"

Xiao Chen's body trembled slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Looking in the direction of the Eighth Prince, he saw a blood moon rising slowly.

At this moment, on the last bloody battlefield, almost all forces turned their attention to the past.

"Sure enough, he brought out the Bloody Moon, the sacred weapon of the Blood Martial Dynasty!"

King Rahu groaned, and there was not much surprise in his eyes.

"The bloody moon,

what is that? "The emperor next to him expressed his incomprehension and asked suspiciously.

King Rahu said softly: "The sacred artifacts of the dynasty are refined with secret methods. It is said that only ten pieces have been refined in the entire Blood Martial Dynasty. In a short period of time, this sacred artifact can reach the middle grade. With Mr. Xiao around, no one can hurt it." It's up to you."

Luo Zhiyun half-understood, said in a deep voice, "Father, what are you going to do later?"

King Rahu stared fixedly at the corpse of the Eternal Demon Monarch, and said in a deep voice, "I want to fulfill my promise to you, the dead mother...you can just wait at ease, and father will come back after killing someone."

"My lord, we will swear to the death to protect the safety of the little prince."

The group of people, Wang Weiwei, said in unison, their voices were somewhat solemn.

Xiao Chen sighed in his heart, you are a bunch of cannon fodder, if something really happened, it would be difficult even if you don't want to die...

King Luohu was a little helpless, looking at this group of people Wang Weiwei, there was no need to say anything.

With one look, everyone understands.

This group of guards also knew that they were cannon fodder, at most they would give Luo Zhiyun a little more time to escape, but they followed them willingly.

Loyalty is rare.

"Mr. Xiao..." King Luohu turned his gaze to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen didn't wait for him to finish, and said in a deep voice: "King Luohu, don't worry, casual practice makes a lot of money, but what you promised, you will definitely do your best."

"Then please sir, this is the remaining source liquid, if you can go back, you come to my palace, I will give you a lower-grade Horcrux."

King Rahu handed over a jade bottle, which contained another 20,000 catties of source liquid.

"King, it's time to do it!"

The two emperors, who had been watching the situation closely, said softly.

King Luohu's face changed instantly, and after handing the jade bottle to Xiao Chen, he focused all his attention on Li Yun who was about to walk in front of the Eternal Demon Lord.

"Sky Cloud Breaks Dawn Slash!"

"Evil Wind Palm!"

"Bloodbreaking Sword!"

At the same time, the emperor masters of the Raksha clan and the Yasha clan took the lead.

The casual cultivators cruising in all directions also attacked at this moment, and in an instant, more than a dozen emperors launched their own offensives at the same time.

Rumble!

All of a sudden, various Dao domains stirred up each other, and thousands of visions changed the color of the sky and the earth, and the whole earth trembled.

Xiao Chen felt that the talisman seal that concealed the breath on his body was affected, and the resentment emitted by him showed ripples, which was extremely chaotic.

But at this time, even if there is a little disorder, it will not hurt.

No one paid attention to them at all, the scene of more than a dozen emperors attacking at the same time was too shocking.

Even Xiao Chen saw it for the first time, and his heart was slightly shocked. The Daowei that contained the divinity appeared at the same time, and even temporarily overwhelmed the monstrous demonic power of the Eternal Demon Monarch.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Faced with all these pressures, Li Yun, who was holding the sacred weapon, laughed instead of being surprised. There was a surge of pride and passion in his laughter, and he said loudly: "Mr. Tang, you take someone to get the parts and blood of the devil's corpse. Leave the fire of the true god to me, and I will deal with these people."

The prestige of the sacred weapon has risen to another level, completely reaching its peak, and it erupts with a coercion comparable to that of a middle-grade Horcrux.

This is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that Li Yun's own bloodline is perfectly compatible with the sacred weapon, which is equivalent to a middle-grade Horcrux, and it has stimulated 80% of its power.

For a while, Li Yun blocked more than a dozen emperors with his own power, relying on the royal artifact.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time. No matter who comes today, don't try to stop me from obtaining the body of the demon king. Under the blood moon, I am the only one!"

Li Yun, who blocked more than a dozen emperors, laughed wildly, full of complacency.

Feng Xun and the other two emperors gritted their teeth angrily, this Li Yun was not enough in their eyes.

However, the power of the sacred weapon is too powerful.

Even though they were emperors of the second lineage, they could barely resist Li Yun's offensive.

Everything was proceeding according to Li Yun's script, but suddenly, the situation suddenly rose, and a wave of kingly power swept over.

King Rahu appeared, riding a bloodthirsty beast, holding a golden knife, and galloped towards him.

"Scatter, those who stand in my way die!"

The strength of the emperor of his three veins was the best in the audience. He led two subordinates of the emperor and rushed all the way, invincible, no one dared to stop him.

"King Rahu, it's King Rahu, why is he here!"

"Damn it, what is he doing here if he doesn't guard the fief!"

"Damn, is this guy crazy?"

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree. As soon as King Rahu, one of the Four Great Asura Kings, appeared, he shocked the audience and attracted everyone's attention.