In the dense forest, in an ancient castle made of rocks, a large number of top strong men from the Rakshasa clan gathered here, and you can see strong men of the fourth-class and third-class marquis patrolling the castle everywhere.

In the central area of ​​the castle, there is an extremely complex formation that occupies an area of ​​more than 300 feet in radius.

Princess Rakshasa stood in the formation, studying the inscription inside, with a focused expression. Her beautiful face looked particularly crystal clear under the light of the formation.

Yang Qi held his hands in front of his chest, stood at the edge of the formation, quietly looking at her, secretly admiring in his heart, "Your Highness the Princess is worthy of being the number one genius of the Rakshasa clan. Not only is his martial arts strength invincible, but his attainments in the formation also catch up with those formation masters who are carefully studying formations."

With Yang Qi's cultivation level, he accidentally broke into this ancient formation and suffered a great loss. However, His Royal Highness stepped in easily and was still studying the formation, as if he wanted to re-arrange the formation himself.

Princess Rakshasa smiled and said, "This formation is somewhat similar to the barrier area at the deepest part of the Phoenix Nest. If you break it, you may not be able to find a way to break that barrier area."

Yang Qi said: "His Princess has passed through ninety-nine holy mountains and visited the Phoenix Nest?"

"That's right." Princess Rakshasa said.

Yang Qi's eyes showed a look of surprise and said, "So far, the top saints in the Seven Realms of Shatuo have not crossed the thirty-three holy mountains at the innermost level. However, His Royal Highness the Princess can come and go freely, and Yang Qi is very impressed."

Princess Rakshasa stared at the formation, her red lips slightly raised, and said, "We are all smart people, why do you have to flatter me so deliberately? With your strength, it is not difficult to break into the thirty-three holy mountains that are at the innermost level?"

Yang Qi smiled and wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt something, and his eyes looked towards the direction of the ancient castle gate.

I saw that Young Master Ling Quan walked in with nine first-class marquises.

What surprised Yang Qi was that they were more or less injured.

Among them, Xian Huhou was the worst injured and had fainted.

Yang Qi and Ling Quan Shaojun have always been competitors. They know that Ling Quan Shaojun is powerful. This is the first time I have seen him suffer such a big loss.

"Ling Quan, why are you so embarrassed? Have you been besieged by the Seven Worlds?" Yang Qi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Young Master Ling Quan glared at him, snorted coldly, then bowed to Princess Rakshasa and said gritting his teeth: "I beg your princess to ask your princess to lead the army of the Rakshasa clan and now we will destroy the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo."

Princess Rakshasa walked out of the formation and looked at them. She was also a little surprised and said, "Marquis Fengxing was not able to come back together. It seems that you have suffered a lot of losses. Tell me, what kind of powerful figure is that he can actually make the famous Young Master Ling Quan suffer such a great loss."

Young Master Ling Quan gritted his teeth, and was furious in his heart, saying, "Master Fengxing was killed by the divine envoy from Guanghan Realm. This is a deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood. I hope His Royal Highness can give his subordinates a chance to avenge them."

"Zhang Ruochen."

Princess Rakshasa was a little surprised at first, and then a smile appeared on Meiqiao's face and said, "Zhang Ruochen's strength is indeed not bad, but his cultivation has not yet improved. He is just a true saint. It should not be your opponent. Why did you still fall into such a big fall?"

"If it were just Zhang Ruochen, of course it would not be enough to defeat this young master. However, this time something strange happened, and another very powerful character appeared, which might be... nine..." said Ling Quan Shaojun.

"Is it one or nine?" Yang Qi asked.

Immediately, Young Master Ling Quan described the scene of the nine heavenly mysterious woman in detail without missing a single detail.

Because Young Master Lingquan knew that His Highness, His Highness, read a lot of books and knew everything in the world, and that he could not see through things, perhaps His Highness could guess the reason.

After listening to the explanation of Young Master Lingquan, Princess Rakshasa gradually became serious and fell into deep thought. After a while, she muttered to herself: "Is it the legendary Nine-Yao Divine Tears?"

Young Master Ling Quan asked in confusion: "What is the Nine Yao Divine Tears?"

Princess Rakshasa said: "This matter is related to a super big man, but that super big man has fallen in the divine battle a hundred thousand years ago."

Yang Qi's expression moved and said, "Is Your Highness the Princess referring to God Jiuyao?"

"How is that possible?"

Young Master Ling Quan was shocked. You know, even if 100,000 years have passed, the God of Jiuyao is still famous in the Hell Realm. A existence at the level of Rakshasa monarch will be frightened when he hears his name.

Some characters, even if they die, can still be awesome to future generations.

Princess Rakshasa nodded gently and said, "The so-called Nine Yaos are nine extremely powerful forces, the Sun, Taiyin, Luohou, Jidu, Jin, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. Luohou represents destruction, Jima represents wisdom. The Nine Yao God is the only existence in the universe who cultivates nine powers to the extreme at the same time, and is also the controller of the holy path of a great world 100,000 years ago."

"Legendary: When the God of Jiuyao fell, all his divine power burst out, destroying a starry sky, but only nine drops of tears fell, turning into nine meteors, falling to Kunlun Realm."

"There are many legends about Jiuyao Divine Tears. Some people say that it is the essence of the divine power of Jiuyao Divine King; some people say that there is a huge inheritance of knowledge in the divine tears; and some people say that there is no so-called Jiuyao Divine Tears at all, but later generations do not want to believe that Jiuyao Divine King has fallen and has been fabricated."

"According to the young master Lingquan, the nine heavenly prides have different physiques, which are somewhat similar to the nine powers of the Nine Yao God Lord."

Yang Qi's eyes became very sharp and he said, "If they really inherit the nine powers of the Jiuyao God Lord, then their threat will not be under Zhang Ruochen and must be eliminated as soon as possible."?

Princess Rakshasa gently touched her pointed chin and said, "When I thoroughly studied this ancient formation, I will go and meet them in person. If they really inherited the power of the Jiuyao God Lord, they just happened to capture them and refine them into Jiuyao God Tears again."

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Mad Demon is a powerful man in the Eight Realms who has been famous for three hundred years. His cultivation has reached the level of a half-step Saint King. He is definitely the top strong man on the battlefield of the saint's merit battle.

In the past half month, the mad demon has been walking in the dense forest, hunting down the Marquis of Rakshasa, and collecting a lot of blood and residual souls.

Of course, when encountering a saint from other big worlds, the madman will not be ruthless and will decisively take action to snatch it.

At this moment, the Rakshasa blood and residual souls on dozens of saints in the Ten Directions of the Great Demon were looted by the Mad Demon. However, the Mad Demon did not kill them and spared their lives.

First, the madman is quite confident in his strength and is not afraid of their revenge.

Second, the mad demon thinks that the Tianmu Realm and the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm are just a competitive relationship, not an enemy relationship. Since it is a competition, you only need to steal what you need, and there is no need to kill them.

"This group of saints from the Ten Directions of the Great Demons have collected a lot of Rakshasa blood and residual souls, and can exchange them for at least 250,000 merit values."

The crazy demon was carrying the storage bag and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, the smile on his face quickly solidified, he quickly grabbed the iron rod on his waist, and suddenly slashed behind him.

Behind the madman, there is nothing left.

However, as the iron rod hit, the space trembled slightly, forming ripples like water patterns.

"I am worthy of being the top five strong man in the Tianmu world, and his perception ability is indeed quite keen." A woman's laughter came out.

However, she is changing her position rapidly. Even with her madman's cultivation, it is difficult to lock her position, so she can only be careful and cautious.

The mad demon was calm and said, "Which world are you a master? Are you deliberately testing this saint?"

"No one will test you. I came here to snatch the Rakshasa blood and residual soul from you." The woman's voice sounded again.

The sound is sometimes far and sometimes near, very strange.

The Crazy Demon couldn't help laughing out loud and said, "Someone dares to steal me. Do you really think the Crazy Demon won't kill people?"

Han Qiu walked out of the void and landed opposite the madman, saying, "Our sect leader has been observing you for a long time. He thinks you are pretty good, so he decided to steal you only once."?

The Crazy Smiling Smiling: "Which Onion is your sect leader? The person who wants to steal me from Crazy Smith is not born yet."

"I advise you to cooperate honestly, maybe you can save your life." A cold voice came from behind the madman.

Ale carried a rusty iron sword and stepped on the blood-stained fallen leaves. He walked within ten feet of the madman before he stopped.

A distance of ten feet is the distance that he will kill with one sword.

The mad demon felt the dangerous aura on A Le, and then asked, "Who is your sect leader?"

"Of course he's a good person." Han Qiu said.

"A good person robs others?" The madman cursed in his heart, and then mobilized the holy energy in his body and quietly injected into the iron rod in his hand. Tadpole-shaped golden patterns appeared on the iron rod.

"Crash."

The space around was shaking violently, as if the world was about to collapse.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared next to the madman out of thin air, less than three feet away from him, stretched out a hand, pressed it on the madman's shoulder, and said, "I only snatch the blood and residual soul of Rakshasa, and don't want to kill. Of course, if you attack me, I will definitely fight back. If an accident occurs and kill you here, I can only say sorry to you at that time."?

The palm that Zhang Ruochen slapped on the shoulder of the crazy demon, using a very powerful dark force, which made the crazy demon's entire arm unconscious.

The crazy general Zhang Ruochen recognized it. It was the envoy of the Guanghan Realm, a shameless person who likes to take advantage of the situation.

Just now, if he hadn't focused all his attention on Ale and Han Qiu, even if Zhang Ruochen exerted his space power, how could he dislocate his arm with one move?

conspiracy.

From the beginning, it was a conspiracy.

The madman had seen Zhang Ruochen's ruthlessness and did not dare to joke about his life. He laughed dryly: "What does it mean to only grab it once?"

Han Qiu showed his snow-white teeth and smiled and said, "It means that after snatching this time, we will be friends and will not snatch you again in the future. You can even snatch others with us. Do you think it is a very lucky thing to meet us?"

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(For the slaughter party, I finally finished writing three chapters to the death.)
Chapter completed!