Eternal Sacred King Chapter 757: The trend is gone
Tianming Zhenjun released the wind and thunder escape technique, with surging mana, and his body shape like a galloping electric switch, he rushed all the way to the outside of Vientiane City without stopping!
He can't even take care of his disciples!
Tianming Zhenjun is not a sealer whose life is dying.
He is the True Lord Nascent Soul at the peak, it is impossible to sacrifice his life in order to protect his disciples!
Tian Ming Zhenjun looked panicked, his eyes flashed with fear.
He made this decision not because he was confused for a while, but because he judged the situation!
The nine fierce races are too terrifying.
The fear of the nine fierce races is deeply ingrained, originating from the depths of the bloodline, and cannot be resisted at all!
It's like a mortal seeing a beast, even if he didn't fight the beast, he would be afraid of it!
What's more, the horror methods shown by the leader of the Rakshasa, Tianming Zhenjun asked himself that he was not an opponent at all, and staying in the Vientiane City would definitely be dead!
Now that they run away for the first time, there may be a silver lining.
In fact, not only the True Lord Tianming, but also the True Lords of the Big Dipper and the Monk Yuankong, all have the same idea.
The Vientiane City is in chaos!
There are silhouettes flying in the air.
The terrifying laughter spread throughout the city.
The Raksha tribe grinned and showed **** fangs. They stared at these frantically fleeing monks below, their eyes lit up, as if they had seen a gluttonous feast!
Puff!
A cultivator of the Purple Cloud School didn't take a few steps, and his chest was pierced by a black light, dripping with blood!
The person's gaze was dull, his eyes dimmed instantly, his whole body paused a little, suddenly burst, and died on the spot!
"Ah!"
A female nun from Mingxinan just vacated, and she felt a shadow above her head.
Before she had the golden core vision, there was a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and she almost fainted!
She looked down subconsciously.
I saw a **** paw in my lower abdomen, and a round golden pill was held in the palm of my palm!
On the side of the nun's head, she fainted on the spot.
"Hey!"
The Raksha clan took out the golden core, sent it directly into the mouth, and swallowed it.
Then she dug out the heart of the nun, and stuffed it straight into her mouth, splattering blood!
Scenes like this are frequently staged.
Although it is also in the Golden Core Realm, the Human Race Tianjiao is in the hands of the Raksha tribe, and it is completely vulnerable. Ordinary golden core visions will be easily broken by the Raksha tribe!
Only the Tianjiao on the vision list, offering the golden core vision, can support it.
But what the Rakshas are good at is speed and body style!
The Tianjiao on the vision list sacrificed the golden core vision, and they could only barely protect themselves. When the power of the vision was exhausted, they would still be slaughtered!
More than a hundred Raksha tribesmen, armed with scimitars, wandered through the crowd wantonly, blood and bones everywhere they went!
This black light is like a sickle of the **** of death, harvesting the life of the human Tianjiao.
More than 100,000 monks fled in all directions, and the little fat man and others gathered together. The goal was very small, and they had not attracted the attention of the Rakshas.
"What to do?"
Seeing sweat on his forehead, the little fat man asked in a low voice.
They all got together because of Su Zimo.
Now that Su Zimo is not there, they have no idea.
Everyone has a different look and a different mind.
"Fear of a bird!"
The blood flickered in the monkey's eyes, staring at the black lights of the Raksha tribe flying in the air, with a fierce light in his eyes, coldly said: "Kill his mother, no matter what race it is!"
"Sigh."
Ji Chengtian sighed: "That's what I said, but... the Raksha tribe is really terrible!"
Seeing the cultivators of Danchizong, one by one fell, his head was in a different place, his expression was sad, but he felt a moment of weakness.
Xiao Ning pursed her lips tightly, crying.
With his cold and gentle temperament, seeing so many fellow students of Qianhemen fall, there is also a burst of colic in my heart, and my expression is painful.
Linghu swallowed, eyes flickering, and whispered: "Brother Monkey, these Raksha tribes haven't provoke us, let's avoid the edge for now."
Lin Xuanji sighed when he saw this scene.
This group of people is like this, with different thoughts, let alone more than 100,000 practitioners from different sect forces from all over the Tianhuang Continent?
It is simply unrealistic to gather these 100,000 monks together.
The trend is over!
Today, Tianjiao of Human Race cannot escape this calamity!
Not to mention the little fat man and others, it is the monsters around Su Zimo, the little fox, Qingqing, Golden Lion, and Linghu are a little panicked, and there is a trace of fear in their eyes.
Only the monkey looks awkward, his eyes are fierce.
Ye Ling has no expression on his face, his eyes are faint, and he follows everyone behind him, not knowing what he is thinking.
"Yeling, what do you say?"
The monkey turned his head and asked.
"Leave while in trouble."
Eye Ling said in a deep voice, "If there is a war, I am afraid it will be difficult to retreat."
The monkey changed his mind and gradually calmed down.
Even if he thinks he is incomparable, he can only fight with one or two Rakshas at most.
Together, they are no more than a dozen people.
There are more than 100 people in the Raksha tribe.
What's more, there is a more terrifying Raksha leader who can kill True Lord Yuanying. Once a war starts, most of them will be unable to resist the killing of the Raksha tribe!
"Let’s evacuate from Vientiane City, the general situation is over."
At this moment, Lin Xuanji's voice came, showing a trace of fatigue and a trace of helplessness.
Now that a decision has been made, everyone no longer hesitates.
"Let's go too!"
The monkey greeted, and everyone followed in the crowd and fled towards the outside of Vientiane City.
……
In mid-air, the true monarch of Tianming is swiftly rushing, rushing all the way.
Behind him, slightly behind, a sword light followed closely, extremely fast!
"Yue Hua, get out of here!"
Mrs Tianming caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eyes, and his expression changed slightly and he let out a low cry.
This sword light is the true monarch Yue Hua, the sword sect who unleashed sword escape.
When True Monarch of Tianming wants to come, the two great Nascent Soul True Monarchs will gather together with a relatively large goal, which will definitely attract the attention of the Raksha tribe!
"Why don't you roll away!"
True Monarch Yue Hua was not to be outdone, and sneered.
Before the words fell, True Monarch Tianming and True Monarch Yue Hua suddenly felt a chill to the bones.
The evil wind howls, the black light breaks through the sky!
It's too fast!
Raksha came first after the commander, and even caught up!
Puff!
True Monarch Yue Hua patronized his escape, his reaction was a little slower, blood flashed, and the next moment, it was already a different place in his head.
A shimmering villain ~IndoMTL.com~ flew out from Zhenjun Yuehua's eyebrows with a flustered expression. After leaving the body, his body trembled. It was obvious that he couldn't bear the murderous and **** atmosphere that permeated Vientiane City.
The primordial spirit of True Monarch Yuan Ying is too fragile.
The primordial spirit of the true monarch is out of his orifice, and it is very easy to fall the wounds that are difficult to heal, and there is even the danger of falling.
But at this time, True Monarch Yue Hua didn't care much either.
It's just that his primordial spirit just came out of his shell, and he was pinched by a dark and thick palm!
"Quack!"
The laughter of the leader of the Rakshasa sounded: "I haven't tasted the original taste of the true monarch yet, I just have a taste today!"
Puff!
The leader of Raksha actually stuffed True Monarch Yue Hua's soul into his mouth, chewing it to pieces in twos or twos!
Tianming Zhenjun looked cold all over his body, his hands and feet were soft, and he almost fell from mid-air.