Chapter 598: 【V453】Ninth brother is here, the ancestor is out!
Chapter 598 [V453] Nine brothers are here, the ancestors are out! (two more)
The Rakshasa King roared at the little Rakshasa, used his inner strength to pick up a black iron chain, tied the little Rakshasa upside down and hung it on a branch.
Little Rakshasa shook his head down, and finally he could no longer be a demon.
Little Rakshasa can't come out to make trouble, and the Rakshasa King can let go of his hands and feet to deal with Mingshan.
Before he became the Rakshasa King, Sang Qiuhan was not a kind person. After so many years of perverted cultivation, he had already cultivated himself into a monster that was neither human nor ghost. How could he have any compassion in his heart?
Everyone could feel the murderous aura in his eyes. Regarding the grievances between Sang Qiuhan and Ancestor Sikong, the masters of the Sikong family and the disciples of Chaoyang Palace knew a little bit about it, but they didn't know that King Rakshasa was from that year. Sang Qiuhan, Yu Wan and the others knew about it, so they were even more desperate.
Qingyan scolded: "He's planning to wash Mingshan with blood... What a lunatic!"
Blood-washing the Nether Mountain is the second step, and getting the Holy King is the first step now.
The Rakshasa King lifted it lightly with one hand, and Yu Wan's body flew towards him.
Ying Thirteen pulled out the black iron chain and entangled Yu Wan's ankle. Ying Thirteen firmly grabbed the other end of the black iron chain. Upon seeing this, Ying Six rushed over and grabbed Xuan Tie with him. chain.
Qingyan and Yuehook rushed over at the same time, and all the disciples of Chaoyang Hall tried their best to grab the black iron chain.
Old Cuitou stuck out a head from under the table: "This, this... can this hold it?"
Grandma stood in front of the window and shook her head solemnly.
If can hold it, he is no longer the Rakshasa King.
The Rakshasa King and the Blood Rakshasa are just a few words apart, but their realms are thousands of miles apart. The power of the Rakshasa King, let alone their group of fledgling boys, is the supreme martial arts ancestor Sikong, and they may not be his opponents. .
The Rakshasa King is an existence that is difficult to die. There is only another Rakshasa King who can kill the Rakshasa King. Is there a second Rakshasa King in the underworld? the answer is negative.
"Hey! Don't stop talking, and you're still pretending to be slaughtered by others!" Old Cuitou made his grandmother's despairing expression make his heart skip a beat, and he said disobediently, "I, I... Isn't there a lot of masters?"
Grandma said: "You said that you are in retreat, or are you not in retreat?"
Grandma's words made Old Cuitou shut up.
Their most powerful strengths have all gone through retreat and breakthrough, and it is also the time when the blood rakshasa of the Sang family will pick, and catch up with the breakthrough at this juncture.
A mere black iron chain was nothing to the Rakshasa King. The Rakshasa King snorted disdainfully, and with the movement of his fingertips, the black iron chain broke into pieces.
"Ah—" Yu Wan, who lost her restraint, hurried towards the Rakshasa King.
Everyone wanted to rush up to save Yu Wan, but no one could move.
The coercion of the Rakshasa King is really terrifying!
Rakshasa King's claws aimed at Yu Wan's stomach.
Xiao Luosha covered his eyes!
Yu Wan also covered her eyes!
...No, what is she doing with her eyes covered? This guy is obviously aimed at the fetus in her womb, she should cover her stomach!
Yu Wan covered her stomach, but it was of no use. The claws of the Rakshasa King were definitely not something that a mere weak woman could contend against.
Are they really going to die at the hands of this bastard?
King Rakshasa's breath suddenly enveloped Yu Wan.
Yu Wan closed her eyes in despair, and finally called out, "Yan Jiuchao—"
An icy aura pierced through the air like a sharp blade, directly hitting the Rakshasa King's eyebrows, tearing a hole in his coercion!
The Rakshasa King raised his eyebrows, grabbed Yu Wan's hand, and flicked the breath with his fingertips. He didn't use much effort, but Yu Wan was sucked by another powerful internal force. past.
Yu Wan fell into a familiar embrace, a manly scent that belonged to him alone, mixed with a faint orchid scent and a faint medicinal scent, Yu Wan's heart instantly calmed down.
"Yan Jiuchao..." She looked at him, the scene just now was really dangerous, no matter how calm she was, she was scared into a cold sweat, but all this disappeared in the moment of seeing him, as long as he was here, No matter what she does or not, or what she will face, she is fearless.
"You're out of the customs." There was a hint of grievance in her voice unconsciously.
Yan Jiuchao said coldly: "It's so loud, you won't be able to cultivate if you don't get out of the gate."
Yu Wan burst into tears.
Yan Jiuchao hugged Yu Wan and fell back to the ground. Under the powerful Wei Ya of King Rakshasa, his movements were still smooth and graceful like a fairy.
"Wait for me here." Yan Jiuchao put Yu Wan down.
"Yes." Yu Wan nodded obediently.
Yan Jiuchao flicked his broad sleeves, tapped his toes, and leaped onto the roof in the air, standing on the corner of a raised eaves, fixedly looking at the Rakshasa King who landed on the opposite eaves.
looked at each other, and an astonishing murderous aura erupted in the air.
The Rakshasa King's scrutiny eyes fell on Yan Jiuchao's face. Yan Jiuchao's body exuded the breath of longevity, and his realm was not low. Rao was locked in the forbidden area of the Sang family. The Rakshasa King also knew that there was only Sikong in the whole Sikong family. Ye has mastered the longevity formula alone, but Sikong Ye is not a young boy in his early twenties.
"You...not...is...si...kong...ye?"
After being a mute for many years, the ability of the Rakshasa King to speak has deteriorated sharply.
"Of course I'm not." Yan Jiuchao said lightly.
In front of the Rakshasa King who could destroy the entire Hades with a single fist, Yan Jiuchao's reaction was too calm, and even the Rakshasa King himself was a little incredulous.
Little Rakshasa heard Yan Jiuchao's voice, took away the little hands covering his eyes, and screamed at King Rakshasa!
The Rakshasa King didn't look back at it, but just hit an internal force with his backhand to seal its dumb hole.
Little Rakshasa's mouth was still croaking, but there was no more sound.
Rakshasa King said domineeringly and slowly: "Si...kong...ye..."
Yan Jiuchao said arrogantly: "After so many years, your skills have not improved much, Sikong Ye doesn't want to see you!"
King Rakshasa was angry, and a terrifying coercion pressed towards Yan Jiuchao.
Yan Jiuchao urged the longevity formula and blocked it back without changing his face.
"Young... young master he..." Ying Liu widened his eyes in surprise.
Grandma said: "He broke through the eighth level."
This is really unexpected. The Ghost King spent half his life trying to train the longevity art to the sixth level, but Yan Jiuchao broke through the second level in just ten days. This is simply a miracle. Not to mention that he is still so young, even Sikong Ye took decades to break through to the eighth level. Mamma believes that if Yan Jiuchao is given a few more years, he may really become the one who defeats the Rakshasa King. Existed, but...not now.
Yan Jiuchao's tendons suffered a huge wave of destruction, but he didn't show any strangeness on his face.
He said domineeringly: "You pick me up with three palms. After three palms, if you can still stand here intact, I will let you see Sikong Ye."
Qingyan worried: "What do you want to do in the Nine Dynasties? Not to mention three palms, just thirty palms, and King Rakshasa will be fine..."
Yan Jiuchao continued: "Dignified Rakshasa King, won't you be able to catch my three palms? If you are afraid of losing, just say it!"
Rakshasa King hooked his index finger at Yan Jiuchao angrily, as if to signal him to do something.
"First palm!"
Yan Jiuchao moved his wide sleeves and released a sharp and powerful palm.
The Rakshasa King didn't take a kid in his eyes at first, so he didn't use much skill to resist, but when the opponent's palm fell on him, the Rakshasa King's eyes seemed to pass a trace of surprise.
This palm, even if it didn't hurt him, did hurt him.
"Second palm!" Yan Jiuchao didn't hesitate at all, and immediately hit the second palm. This time, the palm was three times more powerful than before, and King Rakshasa's body was really shaken.
A tendon was broken.
Although it is only a small muscle, it is beyond the Rakshasa King's expectations.
This is like thinking that the other party was an ant, but it turned into a young eagle and pecked him to the point of bleeding.
I want to kill him, drain his blood, and train him into a blood pill!
Yan Jiuchao rubbed his wrist, looked at him indifferently and said, "Third palm, I won't be merciful anymore, you have to be careful."
Although the ants have turned into young eagles, they are only young eagles. It is not so easy to hurt King Rakshasa.
Rakshasa King looked at Yan Jiuchao fearlessly.
Yan Jiuchao stretched out his arms, swept into the air, and looked down at King Rakshasa: "As I said, this palm is a very powerful one, you'd better take it carefully."
"Humph!" The Rakshasa King was full of disdain.
Yan Jiu tickled the corner of his lips and moved aside, revealing the white-robed man who was standing behind him at some point.
Sikong Ye flew up and slapped the king Rakshasa's heart with his palm!
(end of this chapter)