Amid the explosion, the sub-saint Rakshasa abandoned Di Jun ignored him and killed Zhaoming.

This is definitely not an ordinary sub-saint, but one of the eight marshals of the Blood Sea Rakshasa clan, with a great perfection and great strength. It is also a blessing that Di Jun is so talented that he can restrain the Taiyi Jinxian realm. If someone else, he would have been defeated long ago.

But in the final analysis, he could only restrain himself. He could not care about anything else. At this time, he came to Zhaoming with a breath of extreme brilliance, as if the power of heaven was pressing over the sky and the earth, making people unable to breathe.

"Zhaoming, be careful!" Di Jun followed behind him. When he saw Zhaoming, his face changed drastically and his body shape was loud.

But the strength of the Saint Rakshasa is terrifying and its speed is so fast that Zhaoming can react well, so how can he escape?

He felt arrogant in his heart, even if his opponent was a sub-saint who was two great realms higher than the two great realms, Zhaoming looked indifferent and raised his hand and used a dragon fist to greet him.

To fight against the Asahisaint with the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, everyone stopped fighting and took a deep breath to wait for the result.

Just as the two were about to fight head-on, the Rakshasa clan's sub-saint suddenly felt something, his face changed, he turned around, abandoned Zhaoming and rushed directly into the bloody hurricane caused by the fight between Prince Rakshasa and Shura.

"You dare!" Di Jun roared, the flame condensed sword, split the hurricane, and rushed in with a terrifying aura.

I heard a loud bang from the bloody hurricane. When the hurricane broke and dissipated in the eight wildernesses, the entire battlefield suddenly became empty and the sea was wide.

The sub-saint of the Rakshasa clan retreated rapidly and stopped not far away. He was holding a person in his hand. It was Prince Rakshasa. At this moment, Prince Rakshasa looked extremely bad, his breath was disordered, and there was a huge scar on his chest. The bones were thick and broken several pieces, which showed that the internal organs in his body were surging like plasma.

Looking at Shura beside Di Jun on the other side, although he was breathing heavily and his face was extremely bad, his breath was stable. It was not a big deal.

As a result, there is no doubt that Prince Rakshasa lost, and Shura defeated the other party again as Zhaoming said.

"For... why!" Prince Rakshasa asked, looking unwilling. He felt that he was sure to win, but he didn't expect that he would lose in the end.

"Haha!" Shura laughed: "I really want to thank you for the unexpected. If you hadn't been here to find a suck today, I wouldn't know. Your Rakshasa tribe is actually a big tonic for me. Absorbing your blood and energy not only increases my efficiency in restoring my true energy by more than ten times, but also greatly helps me in practicing my true energy."

He stuck out his tongue and licked the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife. There was also Prince Rakshasa's blood. He was sucked into his mouth with his tongue and said with a look of enjoyment: "It's really good. I think I have found another way to quickly enhance my strength. It's so comfortable to absorb these blood slaves. What would happen if I absorbed your nobles and even royal families? It really makes me excited if I think about it."

Prince Rakshasa absorbed a large amount of blood and energy of the demon clan corpses. However, he could only absorb less Rakshasa corpses. He thought he was about to encounter a disadvantage, but he did not expect that when he absorbed the blood and energy of the Rakshasa clan into his body, he was shocked to find that the recovery effect was dozens of times that of other creatures.

Even some blood slaves are like this. If Prince Rakshasa can absorb him, God knows what the effect will be. Shura has already embarked on a path of killing and has become extremely excited at this moment.

And that bloodthirsty and cruel look made everyone shudder, and the demon clan of Qinghuo Island was no exception.

Prince Rakshasa's face changed drastically, and even Marshal Rakshasa became murderous. The Rakshasa tribe has always regarded other tribes as food for blood, but now it has become food for others, so naturally it is angry.

"Kill...kill...kill him. Be sure to kill him, kill him for me!" Prince Rakshasa intended to roar, but turned into an intermittent moan.

Hearing the orders of Prince Rakshasa, the murderous aura on the face of the Rakshasa clan was even more murderous and was ready to take action.

Di Jun's face became extremely serious. Although his talent was extraordinary, his realm was limited. If you want to protect yourself, it would be difficult to protect others' lives under the attack of the other party.

The Rakshasa sub-saint did not attack Shura before, so naturally he had the idea of ​​letting Prince Rakshasa avenge his previous shame. If the Rakshasa sub-saint was desperate to kill Shura at this time, it would be unpredictable whether he could stop him.

Zhaoming rushed over on the Pear Fairy Step and stood with the two of them. No matter who the other party was, there was no reason to retreat today.

The blood was filled with energy and the breath became more and more severe. When the Rakshasa clan sub-saint was about to take action, he suddenly heard a lazy voice: "Oh, yo, yo, it's so lively! The Rakshasa clan is not staying in the sea of ​​blood, why are you here to come?"

Then he saw a figure walking in the void and slowly walked over. Zhaoming was happy when he saw it. Who else was Sun Jiuyang? Although he said he would not help, he obviously changed his mind when he appeared.

"Sun Jiuyang!" As soon as the Rakshasa clan saw him, he immediately shouted.

Although Sun Jiuyang's name is not known to everyone, there are not many people who don't know him among the top leaders of various forces.

Everyone maintained an indescribable attitude towards this Taoist ancestor Hongjun's friend back then. If it were not necessary, they would never provoke him. The person who could bear the cause and effect for the Taoist ancestor was enough to show that this person had a great relationship with the Taoist ancestor. If it caused the anger of heaven because of him, no one could afford it.

Therefore, the supreme leaders of all forces have reminded the important figures under their command to remember the appearance and habits of this person and not to offend him without knowing the mountain.

When Sun Jiuyang heard the other party shouting his name, he immediately said with a smile: "Oh, I know me! Then the relationship is good. Just leave if you have nothing to do, I won't give it away!"

"Do you want to stand up for them?" asked the Rakshasa clan's sub-sage in a deep voice.

Sun Jiuyang waved his hand casually: "Whatever you think, what do you think is what you are like. I don't like to explain it to others. As long as you leave, it's okay to hit it, what's the blood flowing into a river, how bad it is."

"Why?" asked the Rakshasa clan Yasheng again: "You don't care about the war between the immortal clan, but come to help the demon clan?"

Sun Jiuyang smiled slightly: "The immortal clan is full of talents, and there are so many immortal kings. How can I do it? I am not here for anything else. If you want to kill my younger brother, of course I can't stand by."

When Zhaoming heard this, his face collapsed and he looked helpless. Due to this situation, he could not say anything, so he could only recognize Sun Jiuyang and talk.

"Your little brother? It's impossible, how could you get together with the demon clan!" The Rakshasa clan's sub-sage naturally didn't believe it.

Sun Jiuyang then pointed at Zhaoming: "Look at who he looks like?"

The Rakshasa clan's Yasheng was shocked and obviously wondered why Sun Jiuyang asked this.

"Hey, you group of Rakshasa tribes know how to fight and kill all day long, which makes it a mess. You really want your king to let you read more books."

Sun Jiuyang shook his head, pointed at Zhaoming and said, "Look clearly, he looks like Pangu!"

"Pangu!" The Rakshasa clan's sub-saint was shocked.

"That's Sa. Although his name is Zhaoming, some things are possible. Look, I followed a follower before and later changed my name, Hongjun. Now I have changed my follower now, and maybe I will change my name one day, so I will call him Pangu."

Sun Jiuyang said with a proud look: "That's all I have to say to you. You can do it well, give me some face, let's go!"

The Rakshasa clan's sub-saint was unmoved and said with a serious expression: "Do you think about the consequences if you do this? Once I, the Rakshasa king, will definitely die without a complete body."

"Ha!" Sun Jiu laughed strangely: "You dare to threaten me. Do you know who I am? I killed the ancient demon ape and surpassed the Nine-headed Emperor. My brother is Hongjun, and my brother's eldest brother is Pangu. You dare to compete with me in the backstage, and I will make your sea of ​​blood turn into a desert in minutes."

"You don't want to give you face. Good words are not good, right? Then get out of here!"

"What if I don't?" The Asahisaint of the Rakshasa clan looked solemn, and he had the intention to take action.

Sun Jiuyang sneered: "If you are the Immortal King, I will have to spend some time, but you are just a sub-saint. So what about Marshal of Blood Sea? Is it difficult to kill you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a big red gourd in his hand and held it in his hand. He grabbed the gourd with the other hand, stared at the Rakshasa clan's sub-sage, and said with a joke: "I will give you five numbers of time. If you don't leave, you will definitely be distracted."

Zhaoming was stunned, wondering why Sun Jiuyang said such confident words. Although the gourd was extraordinary, he really couldn't feel the strong aura. But looking at Sun Jiuyang's appearance, it was really different to say that he was pretending.

"five!"

Sun Jiuyang began to make a judgment loudly. The Rakshasa tribe looked ugly, obviously very entangled, and didn't know what to do. He didn't recognize the gourd, nor could he feel the strong aura.

However, with Sun Jiuyang's origin and ability, it is not uncommon to have innate treasures in his hand. If he is not careful, he may be killed by the other party.

But if he leaves and the other party is lying to himself, not to mention that Prince Rakshasa's anger is difficult to calm down, even if he is faced, he will feel that he can't stand it.

"Four!"

After a while, Sun Jiuyang slowly reported a number, looking calm.

The Rakshasa clan's sub-sage expression was even more entangled. If there was only one Sun Jiuyang or only one Di Jun, he would definitely take action without hesitation at this moment. A blood demon who can absorb the blood and energy of the Rakshasa clan as a tonic will violate the taboo of the Blood Sea clan and will never live in this world.

But facing these two top Taiyi Golden Immortals, it is difficult to deal with one, let alone deal with two.

In a state of confusion, I heard Sun Jiuyang report again.

"three!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the Rakshasa clan's sub-saint changed drastically. He felt an extremely terrible danger, as if his soul was locked by something, as long as Sun Jiuyang had the will, he could kill him in an instant.

Intuition told him that this was not an illusion, but the reality.

Sun Jiuyang smiled and said, "Are you not leaving yet? Then I will be merciless!"

Looking at the terrifying smile, the Rakshasa clan's Asahisaint finally did not dare to hold on anymore and snorted coldly at Sun Jiuyang: "Let's see!"

With a loud wave of his hand, "Retreat!"
Chapter completed!