The leader of the Rakshasa clan was so angry that he wanted to speak. Even if he died at the hands of the Ghost King, he would still die in a fierce battle. This would be better than suicide.

"Rakshasa, if you do not bring Long Jiaoyang's three disciples within thirty breaths, I will kill all your tribe members, leaving only you and your daughter, so that you two can reproduce and reproduce." Ming Wushen said incredibly evilly.

The leader of the Rakshasa clan had a huge heartache, and was stimulated by Ming Wushen's evil and wounded words. But even if he had all the anger in his heart, he could only quickly rush into the secret room and bring Luo Xiaojian, Di Kong and Luo Shan.

Thirty breaths are thirty breaths.

The leader of the Rakshasa clan was extremely fast, but he was very afraid that the three earthly immortals would decide that he was late and would still slaughter his tribe members.

"If you are slowing down for two breaths, your tribe members will die. Now you and your tribe members need not die." Ming Wushen stared at Rakshasa for a moment, until Rakshasa was sweating coldly that he smiled evilly.

Ming Wushen's words made the elders of the Tianming clan breathe a sigh of relief, and many people were wet with cold sweat. In front of the three powerful races who dominated the underworld, any resistance was useless and they could only wait for death like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Class leader... you said... you said that you would protect us..." Luo Xiaojian looked at the Luosha patriarch with a frightened look on his face.

"Tsk tsk, he is unable to save himself, how can he save you?" The King of Guiye sneered coldly, then stretched out an extremely slender blue-black finger, which instantly pierced Luo Xiaojian's head.

The bright red blood sprayed on the Rakshasa clan leader, as if torn the heart of the Rakshasa clan leader.

This is a clan who has cultivated the flesh-winged wings of the Ancestor of Heaven and Ming. They are the hope of the future of the Tianming clan. But all this will be in Luo Jie's hands!

"Di Kong, run away quickly, I'll stop them!" Luo Shan pushed Di Kong away, staring at the three earthly immortals of Guiye King, Ming Wushen, and Shen Tianming!

The leader of the Rakshasa clan, General Luo Tian, ​​Elder Luo Jie and others looked at Luo Shan, who said such words in great horror, and dared to face the three earthly immortals.

This young man's mind is really tough, and his courage is amazing enough!

"Haha, even if a person like an ant speaks amazing words, he will never escape the ending of an ant." Ming Wushen sneered extremely.

"Your courage is commendable. I will give you the chance to escape. He has time to run for thirty breaths. If he can escape within thirty breaths, I will make the decision to let him go." The ghost king said evilly.

"Di Kong, you run away quickly, what are you waiting for?" Luo Shan shouted at Di Kong.

Di Kong panicked and ran all the way. He felt that his speed was already at its limit, and he had gradually moved away from the ancestral mountain, as if he had escaped.

But the next moment, he felt a pain in his heart, and a black fingertip pierced his heart with blood drops, and he could not escape. Before he died, Di Kong murmured: "Why did I forget... I already have wings... Why didn't I spread it..."

Bang!

The next moment, Di Kong's body that lost his life fell in front of Luo Shan.

Luo Shan knelt in front of Di Kong's body and made a strange sound. His hands suddenly closed, like a devout believer summoning something.

"Tsk tsk, the ant wants to pretend to be a god before he dies?"

The ghost king smiled evilly, and his black fingers extended out again, stabbing directly at Luo Shan's eyebrows who was kneeling on the ground.

Snap!

The sound of clothes tearing suddenly sounded!

The four-winged flesh wings behind Luo Shan burst out, and a sky dark seal appeared in front of his eyebrows, directly resisting the blue-black fingers of the ghost king who would definitely kill Luo Shan!

The Luosha clan leader was moving forward from Luoshan, and he saw blood flowing on Luoshan's back, and flesh wings broke out from his body!

"roar……"

Twelve-winged flesh wings appeared behind Luo Shan. His long and painful roar made the entire Tianming Ancestor Mountain boil!

"Tianming Seal...Tianming Ancestor King..." The Ghost King stood up in surprise.

"Rakshasa, no wonder you want to hide them. It turns out that they have cultivated the Heavenly Demon Seal to reappear the combat power of the Heavenly Demon Ancestor King. Unfortunately, there are scum in your clan, and all your calculations are useless. This kid who temporarily borrows the combat power of the Heavenly Demon Ancestor King will also die!"

Ming Wushen was cold and ruthless, and he covered the sky with one hand and rushed towards Luoshan.

Luo Shan waved out the Heavenly Seal and attacked Ming Wushen without fear.

Ming Wushen didn't dare to welcome the Heavenly Seal and quickly dodge it.

"Ghost King, I must die with you today!" Luo Shan roared wildly. He did not pursue Ming Wushen, and rushed to Ghost King with extreme speed.

The ghost king's fairy aura was dispersed and was directly beaten by Luo Shan to retreat ten meters.

Shen Tianming came to kill him at this time and directly intercepted Luoshan. The twenty-four heavens emerged directly and suppressed Luoshan layer by layer.

Luo Shan flashed, and a clone rushed towards the Ghost and Wild King, while the main body was dragged by the twenty-four heavens and could not escape.

Ming Wushen made a cold move and rushed over quickly, using the secret technique of the Nether clan, forming a dark energy that tangled towards Luo Shan, who was dragged by the twenty-four main bodies. The twelve wings on Luo Shan’s back were cracking and bleeding, and he had already suffered a severe injury!

The leader of the Rakshasa clan roared angrily, and the power of the immortal patterns appeared on his body, trying to attack Ming Wushen.

Ming Wushen stared at the Rakshasa clan leader with evil spirits and said coldly: "If you dare to move, everyone in your entire race will die!"

"You killed Lao I and all of us. Can you please leave Luoshan and a woman from the Tianming clan?" Luosha said in pain.

"Hehe, he is so terrible at this level. If he really grows up, wouldn't he want the Tianming clan to return to the peak? Who do you think we will agree?" Ming Wushen said coldly.

General Luo Tian, ​​Luo Jin and others all shed tears. Their Tianming clan had the opportunity to rise, but they were cruelly strangled in the cradle. And the three people who would make the enemy discover Luo Shan, Luo Xiaojian, and Di Kong hope for the rise were Luo Jie, who was afraid of death!

Roger was stunned and tears were raining. He did not expect that the three children hidden by the leader of the Rakshasa clan were not just as simple as Long Jiaoyang's disciple. They were hopes for the rise of the Tianming clan.

But everything was destroyed by him. He was the eternal sinner of the Tianming clan.

Luo Shan's original body was damaged, and his clone also weakened. The Ghost King, who was originally beaten by Luo Shan's clone, finally turned over and pierced Luo Shan's clone with his long blue and black fingers, crazily swallowing the essence, blood and soul of Luo Shan's clone.

"Although the ants are strong, they still cannot escape the lives of the ants..."

Zheng!

The words from the Queen of Ghost Wild could not be said. He was pierced through the sky spirit cover by a terrible killing sword and pierced through the heart. Green ghost blood emerged from the top of his head. He looked up with difficulty, trying to see clearly the appearance of the person who killed him.

"My disciple is an ant, what are you? Is it a grass?" A cold voice like Long Jiaoyang killing god came out.

After Long Jiaoyang finished talking with the human-shaped longevity tree, he immediately returned to the Tianming clan. Who knew that he had seen countless people in the Tianming clan being massacred, his two disciples died, and Luo Shan struggled to fight against the three earthly immortals.

At this moment, Long Jiaoyang was furious!

Therefore, Long Jiaoyang took action without mercy. He directly induced the realm of the True Demon, took out the Immortal Killing Sword, and pierced the head of the ghost tribe's earth immortal with one secret aura!

"I am a member of the ghost clan... If you really dare to kill me... I will die without a complete corpse..." Although the body of the Ghost King was dead, his soul was not dead yet, but he was suppressed by Long Jiaoyang's realm of true demons and could not escape, so he was so threatened.

The killing sword in Long Jiaoyang's hand shook, swallowing the trapped soul of the Ghost and Wild King!

"Ah... are you crazy... You can't kill this immortal... Ah..." The Ghost King screamed in shock, and then there was no sound!

Everyone was horrified by this scene!

Killing immortals is the most tainted by the causal disaster. Generally, the duel between immortals only hurts the other party seriously and will never kill the other party in person. But Long Jiaoyang is obviously not such a person. As soon as he takes action, he kills an earth immortal who is invincible in the eyes of the Tianming clan!

Ming Wushen and Shen Tianming had quickly retreated and did not dare to attack Luoshan again. Because the visitor was too terrible, he killed the Ghost Wild King in an instant with one encounter, and killed the Ghost Wild King's soul without hesitation. This is the kind of person they fear the most!

Long Jiaoyang pulled out the Sword of Killing Immortal from the head of the Ghost King and said coldly: "Too many people threaten me, but they all died in the end."

"Puff..." Luo Shan spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Long Jiaoyang with difficulty and said, "Master...you are finally back..."

Long Jiaoyang flashed in front of Luoshan in one step, pressed his hand on Luoshan's body, instantly sucking away the immortal-level mist formed by Ming Wushen.

"You dispel your power first. You are too weak to bear the power of your ancestors. If you continue to bear it, you will be retaliated and die." Long Jiaoyang frowned.

"Master, I'm not afraid of death. I want to help you fight the enemy..." Luo Shan said bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"This is the order of the teacher!" Long Jiaoyang glared.

Luo Shan could only disperse the power of his ancestors according to the order. When the power of his ancestors disappeared, Luo Shan was soft and could not even stand. Long Jiaoyang fed a life-extending pill for Luo Shan to eat, and then shouted at the Rakshasa clan leader: "Captain Luo Sha, come and protect my disciple."

The leader of the Luosha tribe was already in tears. He rushed to Long Jiaoyang, took Luoshan, and said, "Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang... I thought you died in the desert soil of the fairy... I didn't expect you to come back..."

"Stop talking, I have implicated you this time. I will compensate you." Long Jiaoyang said in a deep voice.

The leader of the Luosha tribe hugged Luo Shan and leaned to the side. He didn't want Long Jiaoyang to compensate.

If Long Jiaoyang could defeat Ming Wushen and Shen Tianming, he would hand over Luoshan and more than a hundred most beautiful women from the Tianming clan to Long Jiaoyang. Let Long Jiaoyang take them away from the Tianming clan together.

In this way, even if the Tianming clan is exterminated by the three major races in the underworld, their Tianming clan will still rise and take revenge.
Chapter completed!