Chapter 3779: Ghost Rakshasa 3
Leng Xuan's heart moved, and he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to stimulate the infuriating energy in his body. Immediately, the fire of the Nine Suns instantly enveloped his body. Under the power of the fire of the Nine Suns, the cold air that filled his meridians began to slow down gradually. Leng Xuan condensed his mind, controlled the fire of the Nine Suns, and slowly approached the cold air, trying to force them out of his body. However, he soon discovered that the cold air was not as simple as he imagined, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the fire of the Nine Yangs, which was just reaching the sun. Moreover, under the suppression of the fire of the Nine Suns, they only slowed down the speed of their progress, and did not stop their progress. Leng Xuan thought to himself, at this speed, in less than a quarter of an hour, his body would be completely eroded by the cold air. At that time, he will definitely end up dead.
At this moment, the ghost Rakshasa appeared again in mid-air, and let out a strange and cold laughter. It seems that in its eyes, these cultivators are just a group of playthings.
A cultivator couldn't help but shouted loudly: "It's not the way to spend it like this, everyone fights with it." After speaking, he shook his wrist, waved a sword, and charged fiercely towards the ghost Rakshasa. . Someone took the lead, and the other cultivators moved their bodies one after another, followed closely behind, and surrounded the ghost Rakshasa in the middle. I saw that ghost Rakshasa smiled coldly, and seemed to ignore these cultivators.
"Kill!" With the voice of a cultivator falling, everyone made a move and launched an attack on the ghost Rakshasa trapped in the middle. However, the figure of the ghost Rakshasa suddenly flickered and disappeared into the air in an instant, and the attack of the crowd was also in vain.
Just as everyone was searching for the location of the ghost Rakshasa, they suddenly heard a miserable cry. It turned out that the ghost Rakshasa quietly appeared behind a cultivator and pierced the opponent's chest with its sharp claws. When everyone rushed over quickly, the ghost Rakshasa disappeared again. Seeing this, Leng Xuan couldn't help frowning. The ghost Rakshasa was haunted, and even its position could not be locked, and it was even more difficult to destroy it. At this moment, a cultivator suddenly rose from the ground and rushed towards the high platform. Judging by his actions, it was obvious that he was preparing to seize the treasure in the wooden box. Seeing this, the other cultivators couldn't help but yelled shameless, and then they all moved to chase after them, lest the treasure would fall into someone else's hands.
Leng Xuan shook his head secretly, at such a time, he still cared about the baby. At this moment, the cultivator who was rushing in front was still five meters away from the high platform. Seeing that the people behind him were about to catch up, he quickly accelerated and rushed towards the box. When he landed on the high platform, he couldn't wait to reach out and lift the box. However, when the box lid was opened, the ghost Rakshasa appeared silently behind him and stretched out its sharp claws to grab his neck. However, the cultivator was immersed in the excitement of the treasure, and did not feel the danger at all. When the cultivator was about to pick up the treasure in the wooden box, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck. Immediately afterwards, a **** arrow shot out and sprinkled on the wooden box. The ghost Rakshasa laughed twice, then turned to face the approaching group of cultivators.