V2.Chapter 452

The first person to sense King Rakshasa's movement was the Sang family. As early as a few days ago, there were signs of a breakthrough in the blood Rakshasa, so he was extra careful. When he closed his eyes in the wing to recover from his injuries, he first felt the ground. With a shake, there was a suffocating bloody smell in the air, and he knew that King Rakshasa was about to break through.

The blood pond and palace forged for Sang Qiuhan at that time were all made of ten thousand years of black iron, the hardest and most capable of suppressing the strength of the blood rakshasa. Originally ten successful powers, under the suppression of black iron, only less than 50% remained. Therefore, in order to break free from the shackles of the blood pool and the palace, he must possess the strength of the Rakshasa King.

But, how could King Rakshasa be able to practice it casually?

In order to help Sang Qiuhan, the Sang family racked their brains, did everything possible, and even did not hesitate to raise them with human blood. This time, they practiced the most yin and evil martial arts. After many years of hard work, they were successful in one day. The things that have not been recovered are put aside for the time being.

The Rakshasa King broke free from the black iron chains tied to his feet, destroyed the Xuantie Palace and the Blood Pond, and all the forbidden areas of the Sang family collapsed. The other Ming Mountains felt it.

Patriarch Sikong looked at the cloud of blood above his head, feeling the bloody aura that was becoming more and more intense around him, and frowned, "Oops, he is absorbing the blood energy of Mingshan!"

As soon as the words fell, all the masters of the Sikong family were surprised to find that their companions began to bleed from the seven orifices, and fine blood beads ooze out from the skin, as if they realized something, they looked at themselves again, and then, everyone burst out. Frightened cry.

Patriarch Sikong also felt that his blood energy was leaving his body little by little. At this moment, he did not care about self-protection, but took a big step and walked to Sikong Changfeng who was supporting his body with a sword. He opened his big acupuncture point to protect his heart, and then he slapped Sikong Changfeng's back with a palm, and continuously injected his internal energy into his body.

Sikong Changfeng's rapidly escaping blood energy was relieved a little, but the price paid was huge. After a while, Sikong's family master became a blood man.

Sikong Changfeng looked at him in disbelief: "Father..."

"Don't talk!" Sikong's internal strength is still deep, but in front of the powerful Rakshasa King, it seems a little underwhelming. He almost tried his best to keep a little half-life for his son.

Sikong Changfeng wanted to stop his father. This was a pointless sacrifice. He was just slowing down the speed of being sucked dry, but his father might have died for it.

Patriarch Sikong's face gradually turned pale: "In the past, my father was sorry for you, but in the future, you will have to take care of yourself."

Is this a dying last word? No matter how much he complained, at this moment, it seems to have disappeared. He is his father and the closest person in the world to him. It is because he failed to level a bowl of water between his two sons, but in the end He did not hesitate to sacrifice his life in order to save himself, Sikong Changfeng no longer complained, no longer hated.

"Father……"

"In the grievances between the two families, your mother is innocent. I don't ask you to treat her kindly. I just ask you not to embarrass her when you inherit the position of the head of the family in the future..."

"Father I..."

"Your younger brother is not a weapon, but he is your close relative after all. You discipline him properly on my behalf, and don't ask him to make mistakes again..."

After saying the last word, Patriarch Sikong was exhausted and fell to the ground with a bang.

There were also many masters of the Sikong family who fell with him, as well as the disciples in Chaoyang Hall.

Mingshan... has fallen!

The little Rakshasa swept up in the air, pointing in the direction of Sikong's house, showing his teeth and claws: "Gurgling, screeching..." I don't know what to say.

Chaoyang Hall, the three little black eggs were sucked up by the huge internal force.

The little Rakshasa let out a few hoots, swooped over, and grabbed the little black eggs floating in the air.

"Gurgling, screeching!" Little Rakshasa jumped!

Yu Wan was also sucked into the air.

The little Rakshasa pulled Yu Wan down again, and then, it looked in the direction of the Sang family, akimbo, and continued to murmur.

In the little Rakshasa's murmur many times, the figure of the Rakshasa King finally appeared.

The blood cloud in the sky seems to have condensed into a real blood jade, and the river at the foot of the Mingshan Mountain is almost blood red. The Rakshasa King is wearing a wide robe of demon red. Blood-colored serum.

His appearance is definitely not good-looking, although due to his strong skills, he still retains a black hair after a lot of years, but his skin is as white as a ghost, his face is interlaced with blue veins, and his eyes are blood red and sunken. The blue sky looks a little scary too.

The only one who is used to his appearance is probably the little Rakshasa.

When the little Rakshasa saw him, he rushed towards him!

He stretched out his fingertips with black nails and pointed in the air. The blood around him instantly condensed a three-foot-wide blood path in the air. Little Rakshasa jumped too fast and fell, hitting several times on the blood path. Xiao Gun, Kankan stopped in front of him.

Then, the little Rakshasa started its performance.

It pointed to the masters of the Sang family, drew a bow and arrow with gestures, fell to the ground, and gestured to take out a hook, and fell to the ground again, with its head tilted, its eyes rolled, and its tongue sticking out!

The masters of the Sang family were shocked!

Before they could explain, the Rakshasa King moved his fingertips, and their blood was drained.

The Rakshasa King condensed their blood into a black-red blood pill and threw it into the hands of the little Rakshasa.

Little Rakshasa held the blood pill and played with satisfaction.

Sikong's family and Chaoyang Hall's people breathed a sigh of relief. Forgiving them for being fools also saw that Xiao Rakshasa was on their side. King Rakshasa was from the Sang family, but he didn't say anything to avenge Xiao Rakshasa. The master of his own got rid of it, which shows how much he cared about the little Rakshasa. The little Rakshasa was their friend. If he wanted to come to the Rakshasa King to see the Buddha's face instead of the monk's face, he would not embarrass them.

What no one expected was that before their breath was over, the Rakshasa King shot at Mingshan.

The little Rakshasa jumped up, opened his small arms, and stood in front of the Mingshan Mountain, preventing the Rakshasa King from attacking the Mingshan Mountain, but this time, the Rakshasa King did not do what he wanted.

Little Rakshasa bared his teeth fiercely at him! If you want to move Mingshan, you will step over from it!

The Rakshasa King didn't even lift his eyelids, he waved his big hand and waved the little Rakshasa away.

He naturally won't hurt Little Rakshasa, but he won't allow Little Rakshasa to stop it. "

In the Chaoyang Hall, Qingyan, who was evacuating his disciples from the Mingshan Mountain, felt the murderous aura of King Rakshasa, and scolded him with rage: "Oh, this lunatic! He he he... he shot again!"

Old Cuitou hid on the table: "Xuanxuan Xuanxuan... Xuan Tie! Don't you have that kind of Xuan Tie?"

"Yes, black iron!" Qingyan strode back to the house and took out the black iron weapon prepared earlier in the morning, but all the weapons shattered into a puddle of powder before the shot was taken.

This is ten thousand years of black iron. It can be crushed like this with just a little internal force. What kind of perverted existence is King Rakshasa...?

Before he could come up with an answer, Qingyan was sucked out by a huge suction force.

"Qingyan!"

When he passed Yu Wan, Yu Wan quickly grabbed his arm.

The internal force also fell on Yu Wan's body without any accident. Seeing that she was about to suck the blood energy from Yu Wan's body, Yu Wan's stomach suddenly moved, and the pressure of the Holy King burst out, and the internal force was released. blocked back.

King Rakshasa was stunned for a moment.

"Saint... King..."

An unpleasant and hoarse voice, with a rusty tone, as if a monster was whispering.

The coveted gaze of the Rakshasa King unabashedly fell on Yu Wan's stomach.

The holy king is a great tonic for the blood rakshasa, especially when he is the queen of the rakshasa, the blood of ordinary people can no longer enhance his skill, and Yu Wan's pure yin blood is good, and the blood of the holy king in her stomach does not matter. It can at least raise his skill to another level.

The Rakshasa King decisively put aside his grievances with Ancestor Sikong, and reached out and grabbed the chubby little girl.

However, the moment he grabbed it, a small figure flashed over!

He grabbed the little Rakshasa.

Xiao Luosha faced down, stretched out his head, and looked at him cutely from under his crotch.

The Rakshasa King frowned and threw the little Rakshasa away again.

But when he grabbed Yu Wan for the second time, the little Rakshasa rolled back again.

He looked at the little Rakshasa who was caught in his hands again, and finally got angry.