Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 763: Dark Chapter

The actual fighting between the two was extremely short.

But the danger is not enough for outsiders.

If it was stimulated by Luo Sha's words, it really showed flaws, or his movements were a little slow. At this time, he was lying on the ground.

Su Zimo stared at the corpse of the Raksha clan with a gloomy look.

Of all the things that the Rakshas say, they are true!

Su Zimo is not a sage. He never thought of saving everyone, but the fat man and the monkeys are still alive and dead in Vientiane City.

The situation in Vientiane City is not optimistic.

Perhaps worse than he expected!

However, a Rakshasa has been so tricky.

If there are more than a hundred Rakshasa in Vientiane City, Su Zimo is really not very sure.

Moreover, from the mouth of the dead Rakshasa, Su Zimo learned that among them there was a Rakshasa leader!

The strength of this Rakshasa commander is probably comparable to Yuan Ying Zhenjun!

The most secure way is, of course, to take Lingtan immediately and adjust your breath in place.

Not to mention returning to the peak state, it is most secure to wait until the spiritual power recovers 70% to 80%, and the Jindan vision can be released.

However, Su Zimo couldn't rest assured that the little fat man and others were getting more and more uneasy in his heart, but after a little groaning, he decided to return to Vientiane City immediately!

"I hope nothing happens!"

Su Zimo murmured, his eyes were cold, his body flickered, and he galloped towards Vientiane City.

...

Vientiane City, the sky is full of blood, surrounded by injustice.

On the streets, on the roofs, in the corners, stumps and limbs can be seen everywhere.

Wuguang in the air is still galloping.

Ghostly laughter, everywhere!

In the hands of each Raksha clan, there were three or two surviving cultivators, biting flesh and blood with large mouths, green eyes in their eyes, and their expressions were agitated.

More than 100,000 Tianjiao have fallen almost half, and more injured!

"I said that no one is allowed to leave without my permission!"

The Protoss commander stood in the air, looking down at the cultivator who was plunged into endless terror below. His tone was flat, but with an unquestionable majesty!

No one can provoke the Protoss.

The provocation of the protoss is death!

Gradually, some monks did not escape, and their eyes revealed endless despair.

Some people stood still, staring at a corpse lying in a pool of blood next to them, looking dull, as if they had lost their soul.

"well."

The protoss ruled the mouth slightly, and said leisurely: "As long as you stay here obediently, I will not kill you, and I will not treat you as blood food like the Rakshas."

In the eyes of the Protoss, the human race is humble, and the flesh and blood is extremely dirty, and it is disdainful to taste.

"Humph!"

Hearing this sentence, Rakshasa commander hummed in midair, raised his arm, and asked aloud, "Clan, are you full?"

"It's almost breaking my belly. It's so happy!"

A Rakshasa laughed arrogantly.

Rakshasa nodded his head, waved and ordered, and said loudly: "Listen the ants of the human race, as long as you stay in Vientiane City honestly, don't think about escaping, my Rakshasa can also spare you your life!"

"Leader, the brothers are full, but they haven't killed enough!"

A Luo Sha shouted loudly.

"What do you know!"

Rakshasa led the eerie smile and said, "These people have been killed, and the flesh is not fresh! I plan to keep them in this Vientiane city for future food!"

"Lead wise!"

Many Rakshasa shouted in unison.

Hearing these words, Yujun Zhenjun looked angry and shivered with anger.

The guide monk sighed and looked at this scene, as if he could feel the despair and helplessness of the human race enslaved by the nations in the ancient times.

More and more practitioners stop fleeing.

Continue to run outside the city, a life of nine dead.

Stay in Vientiane, at least for a while.

"Nian Qi is in the hands of the Protoss. I can't go. You leave first, and go to the elder brother, so that he should never come back." Qing Qing looked struggling, groaning a little, and made this decision.

Fatty and others do not know Nianqi.

But Qing Qing saw it really. She was bound by the protoss, and the woman who was escorted was Nian Qi!

"You won't go, and I won't go."

The spirit tiger pressed down the fear in his heart, patted his chest, and said firmly: "Qing Qing, you can rest assured that there is a tiger tiger who is with you to accompany you. If these aliens want to hurt you, you must pass me!"

Qingqing was touched, looking at Linghu, her eyes were reddish.

"We're not going."

The monkey's blood eyes turned and said lightly.

"Monkey brother, you ..."

"No need to say more, we are worshiping brothers, naturally we must advance and retreat."

"Yes, go forward!"

The Golden Lion nodded and clenched his fists.

The little fat man scratched his head, looked at the tenderness, and looked at Lin Xuanji.

Lin Xuanji smirked: "I will definitely not leave. Vientiane City was established by Xuanji Palace. As a disciple of Xuanji Palace, even if you die, you will die here!"

Ji Chengtian's eyes flickered and he groaned, "Let's stay here too. At this time, most of the monks choose to stay in Vientiane City. Few monks rushed out and changed something, and they will inevitably become targets of the Raksha and Protoss killing. ! "

"it is good!"

Everyone should come down.

"Give me all together, and take these three Yuanying Zhenjun as the center."

Luo Cha led the three men looking at Yu Jun Zhenjun with a joke in his tone.

"It's so slow, I think you're looking for death!"

A cultivator was severely injured, staggered, and was scolded by a Rakshasa, but his head was cut off with a knife, and the corpse was on the spot!

The rest of the monks were discolored, and their pace was much faster.

The people of the Protoss had their hands on their backs and looked proud, without any mercy in their eyes, and looked on coldly.

Not long after, all the monks in the city had gathered together, densely.

Under the help of Luo Xuezhen, Yu Jun Zhenjun stood up and looked around.

Yesterday, there were more than 100,000 celebrities Tianjiao here. Today, there are only more than 50,000 people, half of the monks have become cold bodies, and have been sleeping here forever!

Misery!

The remaining more than 50,000 monks, and most of them will also be injured, will become the rations of the Rakshasa, and no one will be spared!

Yujun Zhenjun's old tears crisscrossed, her lips wriggled, and after half a ring, she said nothing, but turned into a deep sigh.

Behind is Vientiane Peak.

This mountain has stood here since ancient times, witnessed the birth of countless arrogant demons, witnessed the rise of the human race, and witnessed the collision of the ancient emperors!

Today, this mountain peak will witness the scene of more than 100,000 celebrities being arrogant and being slaughtered by aliens!

This day will eventually become the most shameful and dark chapter in the history of human cultivation!

(End of this chapter)