Chapter 755 Rakshasa Clan

The strong bloody smell dissipated.

Pieces of scarlet flesh fell at the feet of the black-robed monk.

The real Jindan of the Overlord Hall was eaten raw by this black-robed monk!

Of the monks who can walk to Vientiane City, which one has never seen a dead person, and which one has never killed anyone?

It's just that, seeing with my own eyes a living cultivator, being torn apart and chewed into bite by bite, I still feel a shock!

Some female nuns were pale and felt a rush in their lower abdomen.

Ye Ling, who had been killing on the battlefield, suddenly stopped, as if he felt something, his nose twitched, and he sniffed in the air, his expression changed slightly.

Ye Ling's footsteps moved, and the figure disappeared into the crowd.

"Brother Zhao!"

The Demon Son of the Overlord's Palace, Pang Yue, saw that his eyes were split, and he cried out in grief.

"Hey, hey, here comes another one to die."

In the crowd, another black-robed cultivator laughed, shook his body, and said, "Leave this for me to eat!"

The voice fell, and the black-robed monk had disappeared in place.

Pang Yue only felt a flower in front of him, and there seemed to be a dark shadow passing by.

"not good!"

Pang Yue secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

too fast!

This speed is completely beyond his sight!

call!

It seems that someone is blowing on his neck!

A chill jumped up from the soles of the feet, terrifying!

Pang Yue didn't have time to think about it, and immediately sacrificed the vision of Jindan!

boom!

In midair, the power of vision surged.

A steady stream of spiritual power surrounds Pang Yue, and quickly condenses a pitch-black and terrifying long spear. Thunder flashes on the spear, trembles slightly, and the void screams!

The Vision of the Overlord's Hall inheritance - the spear of the sky!

"late!"

At the moment when Pang Yue held up the Jindan vision, two words sounded in his ears, with a bit of jest, a bit of mockery, and a bit of murderous intent.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill in his throat.

This chill was all too familiar to him.

This is the coldness that belongs to the blade!

The fight between the two is just a breath, and the winner is already decided!

Under the watchful eyes of many monks, Pang Yue rushed over, and the figure of the black-robed monk disappeared.

When Pang Yue sacrificed the Jindan vision, behind him, there was already a ghostly figure, holding a cold machete in his hand, and slashed towards his throat!

As the top ten of the vision list, Tianjiao couldn't even make a move in the hands of this black-robed cultivator!

Everyone thought that Pang Yue was going to be headed in a different place, and when the corpse was lying on the spot, spear shadows burst into the air, densely packed, and stabbed towards the black-robed cultivator at an extremely fast speed!

These spear shadows actually contain a ray of the power of heaven and earth!

It's magic!

There is Yuanying Zhenjun shot!

Many monks turned to look.

I saw the True Monarch of the Overlord Palace staring at the many black-robed monks on the opposite side, his expression solemn, his hands pinching the magic art, and the mana in his body surging.

This dense spear shadow is from his hands!

"Damn!"

The black-robed cultivator who was originally behind Pang Yue screamed, and the black robe on his body suddenly shattered into pieces and scattered in the air.

The true face of the black-robed cultivator was completely revealed!

He was tall and dark-skinned, with a pair of dark fleshy wings growing on his back, which were completely spread out and were several feet wide!

The black-robed cultivator's appearance is extremely ugly, with a blue face and fangs, his nose and muzzle pointing to the sky, and sharp fingernails growing on his fingers and toes, curved and flashing with cold light!

Where is this person, this is completely like a ghost in hell!

Feeling the pressure coming from behind, the green-faced evil ghost didn't have time to cut Pang Yue's throat, revealing his true face, his wings swung, and his whole body turned into a black light.

Whoosh whoosh!

The speed of this black light was extremely fast, completely exceeding the visual response of the monks present.

Traveling through the dense shadows of guns in the air, he was so agile, he completely avoided the past and returned to the back of the man in black robe!

The group repair was astonished!

On the one hand, he was shocked by the hideous appearance of this creature.

On the other hand, he was also shocked by the ability of this creature!

This green-faced evil ghost has no mana fluctuations at all.

That is to say, he is at most a creature of the Golden Core Realm.

But this Golden Core Realm creature, with its terrifying and terrifying speed, completely avoided the ultimate move of True Monarch Nascent Soul and retreated!

Pang Yue only felt cold in his hands and feet.

Although he had already escaped, his heart was still hanging high and did not fall.

A bloodstain appeared in his throat.

As long as the True Monarch of the Overlord Palace is a little slower, now, he is already a corpse!

"you wanna die!"

At this moment, the green-faced evil ghost had just returned to the crowd, and the black-robed man headed suddenly let out a long roar, and the black robe on his body burst instantly!

This person's body is the tallest and strongest among this group of black-robed monks, and a pair of jet-black fleshy wings exudes a terrifying aura!

call!

The black-robed man disappeared.

"You are……"

The pupils of the True Monarch of the Overlord Palace shrank violently, he just raised the spear in his hand, his lips slightly opened, and he stopped abruptly after only saying three words!

Time seemed to freeze.

In the sight of many monks, the man in black robe disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the True Monarch of the Overlord Hall, and the wings behind him were slowly retracted!

The hands of the black-robed man each held two scimitars with huge arcs, which were painted with complex and ancient patterns.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

The sharp tip of the knife slowly fell with scarlet blood droplets.

Gululu!

The head of the True Monarch of the Overlord Palace slid directly from his neck and rolled a few times on the ground.

On the bloody head, a pair of eyes stared, never resting, as if they had been greatly frightened in their lifetime!

The True Monarch of the Overlord Hall has fallen!

In the hands of this black-robed man, the True Monarch of the Overlord Palace failed to survive a single move!

Many monks stared blankly at this scene, and their minds went blank.

The whole process happened too fast and too suddenly.

Pang Yue's eyes were sluggish. Before he had time to rejoice that he had escaped from death and rescued his senior from the sect, he was already dead!

In midair, the dozen or so Nascent Soul True Sovereigns who had fought to the death and fought to the death all stopped.

True Monarch Yujun, True Monarch Beidou, True Monarch Tianming, and the monk who led the way looked solemnly, staring at the group of monsters with green faces and fangs on the long street, with deep fear in their eyes.

Even... fear!

The melee on the ground also stopped.

Even a fool can see that this group of green-faced and fang-like creatures are not good people!

The huge city of Vientiane was originally noisy and mocking, and the sound of killing was loud.

In the blink of an eye, it was already silent.

There is a bloody smell in the air, filled with a chilling meaning!

The figure of Ye Ling was hidden in the crowd.

He stared at this group of green-faced and fangs creatures. Although his eyes were filled with killing intent, he seemed to be more and more profound. He restrained his aura, and tried to hide his eyes as much as possible, so that the other party would not notice!

The little fat man stood beside Lin Xuanji and could clearly feel the subtle movements on Lin Xuanji's body.

Lin Xuanji's hands behind his back were trembling slightly!

"Brother Lin, what is the origin of these people?" The little fat man asked in a low voice.

Lin Xuanji's face was ugly, his face was ashen, he swallowed, and then slowly said: "One of the nine ancient clans, the Rakshasa clan!"