Chapter 770 Tianluo Great Array

In less than three breaths, two rakshasas died in a row!

The breaths of many monks were stagnant, and they stared at this scene in disbelief.

The Rakshasa clan is an ancient ninth clan, with noble bloodlines, born with a pair of fleshy wings, and agile and swift in movement. The monks present have felt the horror of the Rakshasa clan.

And now, the two Rakshasas are dead like this.

He even died a little inexplicably.

Not to mention other cultivators, even Monkeys and Linghus, who grew up watching Ye Ling grow up, and are now Ye Ling's sworn brothers, were shocked at this time.

They know that Ye Ling's ability is not small, but how could they think it would be so terrifying!

More than 30 Rakshasa rushed over at the same time, and when they met each other, two of them had already fallen!

This kind of means, this kind of combat power, has reached the point of shocking the world!

"It seems that I am not wronged."

The golden lion grumbled.

When he met Ye Ling for the first time, he fell into a tailspin.

Originally, this lion was thinking about practicing diligently in the future, and having the opportunity to find a place back, until now, this thought has disappeared without a trace.

The three Nascent Soul True Monarchs looked at each other and could see the shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

Others may not see the real fight between the two sides.

And the three of them have divine consciousness, and can roughly capture the battle between Ye Ling and more than 30 Rakshasa.

Stunning, perfect, terrifying!

Ye Ling's action was ruthless and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest sloppiness.

One hit kill!

During the whole process, the first reaction to the three of them was surprise.

This shot, whether it is timing, angle, movement, speed, or the explosion of power, and the choice of objects, are all perfect.

No flaws at all!

But the more you think about this process, the more terrifying you become.

Even if the three of them are in their prime, facing an offensive like Ye Ling's, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to retreat!

This night spirit is simply born to kill!

He faintly exudes an aura, pure and ancient, dark and cold, unsettling and shuddering!

The three of Yujun Zhenjun cultivated to this level, broke free from the shackles of heaven and earth, and their lifespan has reached a thousand years. Even if they face the Rakshasa clan, they will not feel this way.

But now, the three of them felt the aura on Ye Ling's body, but they were a little flustered!

Just as the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs were thinking wildly, another Rakshasa fell from the air, a blood hole was punched in his chest, and his heart was broken.

The figure of Ye Ling is like a ghost.

Under the shroud of night, it is faint and invisible.

Although the offensive of the more than thirty Rakshasa was fierce, Ye Ling could always find a gap in it, dodge it, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack!

The Protoss leader originally had the intention of watching the excitement and looked on with a cold eye.

But at this time, the God Race leader frowned, staring at Ye Ling's figure, his eyes flickering, thoughtful.

The Rakshasa commander's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

At the same time, another battlefield has also changed!

"Om! Wah! It! Chant! Mi! Hum!"

Six Sanskrit sounds, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, suddenly descended, resounding through the heavens and the earth!

In this Sanskrit, the supreme power of Buddhism is revealed.

Six-character Great Ming Mantra!

The lost secret of Daming Temple, the reappearance of Vientiane City!

The power of a Sanskrit sound is enough to shake the monk's mind.

The six Sanskrit sounds erupted at the same time, causing the heaven and the earth to shake, the wind and clouds to change color, and at the end of the sky, there was even a sound of rolling thunder to respond to it!

At this time, many cultivators outside the battlefield felt their qi and blood floating, and their hearts jumped.

But the dozens of rakshasas in the battlefield only had a slight meal!

Their bloodline is too strong.

Although the power of the Great Brightness Mantra is strong, it cannot cause too much influence on them.

At this moment, Su Zimo made his move!

"cut!"

With a loud shout, all the blood around Su Zimo converged instantly and condensed on the blood-quenched knife in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of blood broke through the sky!

Su Zimo burst out with qi and blood, his black hair fluttered, and he waved a blood-quenched knife, drawing a huge blood-colored semicircle in the air, almost cutting the world in half!

Puff puff!

At least ten Rakshasa were slashed by this bloody glow.

Such terrifying power, they simply can't resist.

There were three rakshasas who were chopped into two on the spot, and the machetes in their hands were all chopped up by blood-hardened knives!

The remaining Rakshasa, although resisting the sharp edge of the blood-quenched knife, could not resist the impact of this force on the body, coughing blood in his mouth, his eyes dimmed, flying backwards, and fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Loudly!

After being tempered in the backyard of the Buried Dragon Valley, the blood-quenched knife has become a powerful weapon!

Now, drinking the blood of Rakshasa, this knife looks even more terrifying, sharp-edged, and the blade exudes a thick bloody aura, trembling with excitement!

"Arrangement!"

The voice of the Rakshasa commander suddenly sounded, cold and biting!

Whoa, whoa!

The Rakshasa on the two battlefields took out chains made of black iron and fine steel from their storage bags one after another.

These rakshasas are in pairs, pulling the two ends of the chain respectively, and using the speed of their movements, they circle around Su Zimo, crisscrossing each other.

Su Zimo's heart froze, and he didn't dare to be careless and deal with it carefully.

Chains are soft.

The blood-quenched knife slashed up, and there was a feeling of powerlessness.

Su Zimo swung the knife continuously, but exerted the power of the knife without bleeding, and the space for flickering and maneuvering became smaller and smaller.

It didn't take long for him to be wrapped around a chain!

"Um?"

Su Zimo frowned.

On this chain, there are actually small sharp thorns hidden, which are imperceptible!

When the chain was wrapped around Su Zimo's body, these spikes were exposed and pierced into the flesh and blood instantly!

With Su Zimo's powerful physical body, he can't stop these thorns!

Just a little distraction, another chain was also wrapped around Su Zimo's arm twice, completely limiting the power of the blood-quenching knife.

"It's not good!"

True Monarch Luoxue let out a low cry.

More and more chains were wrapped around Su Zimo's body.

The more chains there are, the harder it is for Su Zimo to break free.

Without the threat of the blood-quenched knife, and Su Zimo's falling into the great formation, the Rakshasa clan was almost invincible by relying on the quick and agile movement technique!

Arms, thighs, chest, back, chains, like giant pythons, wrapped tightly around Su Zimo's body, exposing fangs, biting through the flesh!

In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo has fallen into many chains!

The Rakshasa commander's expression softened a little, and he said with a wicked smile: "Ant, why don't you struggle?"

"This is the Tianluo formation of my Rakshasa clan, let alone you ants, even if the barbarians of the nine clans are caught in it, they can't break free!"

Dozens of Rakshasa, each holding a chain in their hands, stood in the air, looking down at Su Zimo with a playful look in their eyes.

"Hehehe."

Su Zimo stood there, motionless, and suddenly laughed.

"You want to trap me just with these scraps of copper and iron?"