Chapter 757

Tianming Zhenjun released the Wind and Thunder Escape Technique, his mana surged, and his body was like a galloping lightning, running all the way out of the Vientiane City without stopping!

He can't even take care of his disciples!

Tianming Zhenjun is not the sealer who will end his lifespan.

He is the Yuan Ying Zhenjun at the peak, and it is impossible to sacrifice his own life in order to protect his disciples!

Tianming Zhenjun looked panic, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

He made this decision not because he was confused for a while, but a decision based on the situation!

The nine fierce clans are too terrifying.

The fear of the nine fierce races has been deeply rooted and originated from the depths of the bloodline, and it is simply irresistible!

This is like seeing a beast, and even if he didn't fight a beast, he would be terrified!

What's more, with the terrifying means shown by the leader of the Rakshasa just now, Tianming Zhenjun asked himself that he was not an opponent at all, and staying in Vientiane City would definitely be a lifeless death!

Now, they escaped for the first time, and there may be a chance of survival.

In fact, not only the True Monarch Tianming, but also most of the True Monarchs, such as the True Monarch Beidou and the Monk Yuankong, have the same idea.

Vientiane City is in chaos!

In the air, figures were flying.

Eerie laughter spread throughout the city.

The Rakshasa tribe grinned, revealing bloody fangs, staring at the cultivators who were fleeing in a hurry below, their eyes glowing, as if they had seen a gluttonous feast!

puff!

A cultivator of the Zixiao School didn't take a few steps before his chest was pierced by a black light, dripping with blood!

This person's eyes were sluggish, his eyes dimmed instantly, his entire body paused a little, suddenly burst, and died on the spot!

"what!"

As soon as a female nun from Mingxin Nunnery vacated the air, she felt a shadow appearing above her head.

Before she could express the vision of Jindan, there was a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and she almost fainted!

She looked down subconsciously.

I saw a bloody paw protruding from my lower abdomen, and a round golden core was clutched in the palm of my hand!

On the side of the female nun's head, she fainted on the spot.

"hey-hey!"

The Rakshasa clansman took out the golden pill, put it directly into his mouth, and swallowed it.

Then she dug out the nun's heart and stuffed it straight into her mouth, causing blood to splatter!

Scenes like this happen frequently.

Although it is also in the Golden Core Realm, the arrogance of the human race is completely vulnerable in the hands of the Rakshasa clan. The ordinary golden elixir vision will be easily shattered by the Rakshasa clan!

Only Tianjiao on the vision list, who sacrificed the vision of Jindan, can support it.

But the Rakshasa clan is good at speed and movement skills!

The Tianjiao on the vision list sacrificed the vision of Jindan, and they could only barely protect themselves. When the power of the vision was exhausted, they would still be slaughtered and slaughtered!

More than a hundred Rakshasa tribesmen, armed with machetes, scurried through the crowd, blood and bones everywhere they passed!

These black lights are like the sickle of the god of death, reaping the lives of the talents of the human race.

More than 100,000 monks fled in all directions, and Fatty and the others gathered together with a small target, which had not yet attracted the attention of the Rakshasa clan.

"How to do?"

The little fat man saw sweat on his forehead and asked in a low voice.

These people gathered together because of Su Zimo.

Now that Su Zimo is away, they have no idea.

Everyone looks different and thinks differently.

"Afraid of a bird!"

The monkey's eyes flickered with blood, staring at the black lights of the Rakshasa clan flying in the air, his eyes were fierce, and he said coldly: "Kill his mother, no matter what race it is!"

"Ugh."

Ji Chengtian sighed and said, "That's what I said, but, but... the Rakshasa family is really scary!"

Seeing the monks of the Danchi Sect fall one by one, with their heads in different places, he looked sad, but felt a burst of powerlessness.

Xiao Ning pursed her lips tightly and wanted to cry.

With a cold and indifferent temperament, seeing so many fellow disciples of Qianhemen fall, he felt a colic in his heart and a painful expression on his face.

Linghu swallowed his saliva, his eyes flickered, and he whispered: "Brother Monkey, these Rakshasa people didn't provoke us, let's avoid the edge for now."

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuanji sighed in his heart.

This group of people is still like this, with different thoughts, not to mention the more than 100,000 cultivators from different sects and forces from all over the Heavenly Desolate Continent?

It is simply unrealistic to want to condense these more than 100,000 monks together.

The trend is over!

Today, the arrogance of the human race cannot escape this catastrophe!

Not to mention the little fat man and the others, the monsters around Su Zimo, the little fox, Qingqing, the golden lion, and the spirit tiger were all a little panicked, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Only the monkey looked rebellious, and the fierceness in his eyes did not diminish.

Ye Ling's face was expressionless, his eyes were faint, and he followed behind everyone, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ye Ling, what do you say?"

The monkey turned around and asked.

"Leave while the chaos."

Ye Ling opened his mouth and said solemnly, "If we start a war, I'm afraid it will be difficult to retreat."

The monkey changed his mind and gradually calmed down.

Even if he thinks that his combat power is unparalleled, he can only fight with one or two Rakshasa tribes at most.

Together, they are no more than a dozen people.

And there are more than 100 Rakshasa people.

What's more, there is a more terrifying Rakshasa commander who can kill the Yuanying True Monarch. Once the war begins, most of them will be unable to resist the Rakshasa's slaughter!

"It's better to evacuate from Vientiane City, the trend is over."

At this moment, Lin Xuanji's voice came, showing a trace of tiredness and helplessness.

Now that a decision has been made, everyone no longer hesitates.

"Let's go too!"

The monkey said hello, and everyone followed in the crowd, fleeing towards the outside of Vientiane City.

...

In mid-air, Tianming Zhenjun was galloping and galloping all the way.

In a slightly backward position behind him, there is a sword light closely following, and the speed is extremely fast!

"Yue Hua, get out of here!"

Seeing this scene from the corner of Tianming Zhenjun's eyes, his expression changed slightly and he let out a low voice.

This sword light is actually the real Monarch Yuehua, the sword sect who released the sword escape technique.

When Tianming Zhenjun wanted to come, the two Nascent Soul Zhenjuns gathered together with a relatively large goal, which would definitely attract the attention of the Rakshasa clan!

"Why don't you get away!"

True Monarch Yue Hua was not to be outdone, and sneered at him.

Before they finished speaking, both Tianming Zhenjun and Yuehua Zhenjun suddenly felt a chill to the bone.

The evil wind howls, the black light breaks through the sky!

Too fast!

Rakshasa led the latter and came first, and even caught up!

puff!

Zhenjun Yue Hua patronized and ran for his life, his reaction was a little slower, blood flashed, and the next moment, he was already dead.

A gleaming villain flew out from Zhenjun Yue Hua's eyebrows, looking flustered. After leaving his body, his whole body trembled, obviously unable to bear the murderous intent and bloody aura that permeated the Vientiane City.

The Yuanshen of Yuanying Zhenjun is too fragile.

When a true monarch's primordial spirit is out of his body, it is very easy to suffer wounds that cannot be healed, and even has the danger of falling.

But at this time, Zhenjun Yue Hua couldn't care much.

However, just as his Primordial Spirit came out of the shell, he was pinched by a dark and thick palm!

"quack!"

The laughter of the Rakshasa leader sounded: "I haven't tasted the taste of the primordial spirit of the true monarch, but I just tried it today!"

puff!

The Rakshasa commander actually stuffed Zhenjun Yuehua's primordial spirit into his mouth and chewed it to pieces!

Tianming Zhenjun looked cold all over his body, his hands and feet were weak, and he almost fell from the air.