Martial Myth System

Mo Rakshasa is even an elderly person.

This is his own positioning. Rakshasa, who has experienced two battles between humans and monsters, has a considerable understanding of people and demons, and some considerable prestige.

It's just that as Monster Race becomes weaker, the prestige of Rakshasa is gradually unable to suppress human and demon races.

So Rakshasa even planned a shocking deed, but it was a pity that he failed in the end and he was sealed under the cloud and dust.

Fortunately, Rakshasa is a monster that controls dreams and reality. He can hardly be killed. Even long-term suppression can't cause more damage to him. It just makes him fall into a dormant state.

After a long period of dormancy, the damage to the seal of Yunduyong Town caused Rakshasa to recover, turning into billowing demonic energy and slowly rushing out of the seal.

At the same time, Rakshasa's innate talent was activated, drawing people from the entire city into this fantasy realm between reality and dream.

Mo Rakshasa, who had pulled in hundreds of thousands of people, stretched out a bit exhausted, put down his arms, and was blocked by the multi-colored flies, but still slapped him casually.

When Rakshasa wanted to quickly pull out the demonic energy body from the seal, another group of flies came up.

These humans named Martial Artist attacked themselves with various tough palm forces, although those few are stronger than flies

They will not do anything to themselves. Hurt, but this symbolic insult makes Rakshasa and the Monster Sovereign angry.

At any rate, I am also a dignified Great Demon. What do you mean when you come up and greet my face?

The angry Rakshasa even began to explode his horrible demonic energy, which caused a shock in the entire dream space.

Martial Dao experts of spatial flight have been forced to retreat by black demonic energy.

Intermediate Grade 3 level experts have rushed to very oppressive pressure. The three Grade 3 Martial Artists who participated in the siege also felt very stressed.

Lu Xiaofeng dodges back, dodging a demonic energy shock wave, and said to Wu Xingyun, a loli version of Wu Xingyun, who was floating with bare feet beside him:

"This guy is constantly To absorb demonic energy to become stronger, we must find a way to weaken him quickly, otherwise we may all become his snack..."

Wu Xingyun stabilizes his figure in the air and faces the impact The black shock wave that came was far more radical than Lu Xiaofeng, and chose to directly use the palm force "Heavenly Mountain Six Yang Palms" to crush it.

Wu Xingyun in a white clothed suit has a flustered and exasperated voice:

"'Nonsense! Who doesn't know the truth, the question is how to deal with this guy..."

Another Grade 3 Martial Artist with white beard and hair rising from the crowd of Yunchendu said in the air:

"In the opinion of the old man, it is better to think first How to break this illusory space, so few can find a way to survive for the people of Yunchendu."

Wu Xingyun gave the old man an angry look and asked, "How?"

The old man looked at the cloud of rich demonic energy being absorbed by Rakshasa in the sky, frowned and said:

"These fierce demonic energy are not only the body of Rakshasa. It is also the basis for him to influence the world. We will attack it and it will definitely have an effect."

Wu Xingyun and Lu Xiaofeng looked at each other and chose to agree with the old man.

The three of them joined forces in an instant and blasted the three True Qi beams into the sky's demonic energy.

The entire demon qi sea ocean was impacted by Martial Artist True Qi and began to riot, and Rakshasa's behavior of absorbing demonic energy to restore the cultivation base was also affected.

The thin Daoist dressed plainly, looking at the restless demonic energy in front of him, frowned:

"No, someone took away the [Mie] who suppressed [Yundu Yongzhen] Sword Formation Diagram]! Divine Item must be retrieved immediately, otherwise no one can stop the recovery of this Demon!"

Wu Xingyun's violent temper was completely irritated, and his eyes were on the ground below Search,

"Where are the smelly Taoist priests from Taichu Dao? [Sword Formation Diagram] must have been taken away by them!"

Unfortunately, Wu Xingyun happened to see In the entire group of Taichu Dao who got together, a Daoist who had just fought against each other was carrying a scroll that exuded the aura of divine object behind his back.

Finding that Wu Xingyun is looking at his entire group, this Daoist waved his hand and made a goodbye gesture.

No sound can be heard, but the mouth shape should be..."Farewell."

The blue dreamy butterflies are flying, and in the beginning, the entire group escaped from the dream space of Rakshasa even in the package of the dream butterfly...

"That group of rats!? They! How did you escape?"

Wu Xingyun cursed.

The thin old man explained to the side:

"This is my unique dream butterfly escape. It can travel through the real dream. In the beginning, this group of evil ways must be planned for today. For a long time."

Lu Xiaofeng still has Xianxin joking aside:

"Ai, this group of out-of-the-ordinary Taoism, Taoism is really unfortunate~"

The thin and thin old man also comes from the Dao Sect, looking at the violent Rakshasa in front of him, said with a bitter smile:

"As a Dao Sect, the old man still feels bad luck. ～"

Following the voice of the old man, Rakshasa even absorbed the demonic energy from the demonic energy cloud layer more and more, and gradually began to release the violent demonic energy shock wave.

And these powerful shock waves are also transmitted to the ground. Since the huge body of Rakshasa spreads out, densely packed like the ground cracks caused by the Level 9 earthquake continue to spread.

The huge horrible crack splits quickly, chasing the fleeing crowd quickly.

The people who fled to the last place began to fall into the abyss.

Flying martial artists are trying their best to stop Rakshasa and release demonic energy. However, the increasingly powerful Rakshasa has been difficult to stop.

The fighting Aristocratic Family Sects Xiao Family and Su Family have already stopped fighting, and they have started to flee for their lives everywhere.

Martial Artist, civilians, at this moment there is no difference in front of the truly powerful Demon.

Falling a crack is death.

Being bombarded by demonic energy is death!

On the big dream plain, tens of thousands of people are crying and fleeing.

Despair grows...

And in this despair, only the sound of the mighty and clear poem sounded:

" Alone, the sword solitary, travels thousands of miles, laughs ambitiously, sighs and asks a madman with sword."

The voice is indifferent and lonely, and the poems are clear and arrogant.

A mottled bronze long sword cut through the black dream space, and the white-haired black-clothed youth looks like an aloof swordsman slowly stepping into the dream world.

Bearing grace and hatred of fire, the sword is the fruit of Divine Art.

comer—Wen Jian Guming.

Under the scene of the end of this world, the arrival of the white-haired swordsman is like Spiritual God's salvation, attracting hundreds of thousands of line of sight from the broken wasteland.

Han Feng’s incarnation of Wenjian Guming was indifferent, stepping in the air, and went straight to the huge body of Rakshasa, and said to the martial artists who tried to stop Demon:

"Leave it to me here, and you will take care of the people."

Wu Xingyun and Lu Xiaofeng recognized that other people could perceive Wen Jian Guming, a cultivation base close to Innate Martial Dao Peak, and retired one after another. Back.

Mo Rakshasa didn't even plan to fight with martial artists. Seeing that everyone no longer blocked him, he continued to absorb demonic energy and broke the seal of [Yundu Yongzhen] that suppressed him.

Wen Jian Guming didn't have any more words, just raised the [Guming Sword] in his hand.

The long bronze giant sword points directly to the body of the giant Great Demon, the sword edge is clear, and the black Death God power is mixed in the sword light.

The huge sword glow of several ten zhang length moves with the sword edge of Wenjian Guming.

Slashed towards the terrifying body of Rakshasa.

"Sword•Guming!"