Chapter 1968: The situation is not optimistic

Bestone wants to join the big brother's camp to help them.
But the purple-clothed woman dragged her back, "You can't go!"
Know-how is the younger brother of the purple-clothed woman, and of course she doesn't want him to have an accident, otherwise she would not be able to explain to her grandfather.
The lord of the Raksha Temple headed straight for Lin Tiancheng, while his second brother went to know everything.
Brute took a step forward, guarding the young master behind him, and said to his younger brother, "You go help eldest brother, and leave it to me here."
The Lord of the Raksha Temple shook suddenly, and counted the fierce qi, which was approaching Lin Tiancheng.
Lin Tiancheng didn't dare to underestimate, and he was about to use the power of Jin Lingzhu and Earth Lingzhu to the extreme.
An incomparably hard basalt protects him, and at the same time the strength of the Jin Lingzhu makes Lin Tiancheng's body toughness to an extreme.
But the strength of the Lord of the Rakshasa Palace was still far beyond his expectations.
"Boom..." After a bang, the basalt of Lin Tiancheng's life burst instantly, and the sharp qi left several incisions on Lin Tiancheng's body.
Lin Tiancheng coughed violently with blood, and his clothes had long been stained red with blood.
The lord of the Rakshasa Temple's five-finger majestic, opened the big room, and his right hand seemed to be a huge fan of a pu fan directly towards Lin Tiancheng.
At this extremely urgent moment, Lin Tiancheng used the Meteor Pian in the Nine Transformation to Life Jue to its extreme, trying to dodge.
However, the afterimage condensed by Yan Mo's palm of the Lord of the Rakshasa Temple seemed to be faster, approaching Lin Tiancheng's figure, and seemed to want to slap his palm into the depths of the earth.
Fortunately, Man Zhen arrived in time, and slammed his right hand toward Yan Mo's palm.
Even though the tremor had the strength of the peak state of the Tribulation Period, when his fist hit the Yan Demon's palm, the bones made a clucking sound.
That's right, the Palace Master Luo Dian is not even a bit stronger than Man Zhen, it actually caused a fine crack in his right hand bone.
Quite shaking his teeth clenched his brows and frowned, his face showed a hideous expression.
Lin Tiancheng quickly turned around, looking at the shock with a concerned look, "Quite shock..."
Man Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but waved his hand to Lin Tiancheng, "Brother, don't care about me, you can help others."
Although the strength of the Lord of the Rakshasa Temple is strong, the brutal shock that used to be the guard of the Nether Demon is not vegetarian.
"The guy who is overwhelmingly capable of opposing my Raksha Temple for that kid, then I will send you on the road."
The Lord of the Rakshasa Temple stepped forward, and every step he took, the air made a loud noise, as if the entire space had been trampled by it.
I saw that pretty shocking body shook violently, all the clothes on the upper body exploded, rows of sharp barbs emerged from the back, and the whole person's breath seemed to have become a little different.
Lin Tiancheng murmured, "Is this what the Nether Demon really looks like? Is it any wonder that they are a very aggressive fighting nation?"
Seeing this astonishing scene, many cultivators who had never seen the Nether Demon showed a look of surprise, and opened the distance from the two brothers Brutal Lie and Brutal Shock.
Of course someone shouted, "Nether Demon, is this Nether Demon?"
The contest between Man Zhen and Qi Jing does not seem to be very optimistic.
The brutal shock was defeated by Qi Jing, and in desperation he had to reveal this fighting form, and the strength of the whole person instantly rose to a level.
Knowing everything was very worried, he shook his sister's wrist, "Sister, think they used to be our father's guards, you can help them!"
The purple-clothed woman vetoed without hesitation, "No, once I rescue them, the human race will definitely doubt our identity."
Now, there are not many people who know that Baishitong and the woman in purple clothes are ghosts.
But if they get too close to the Nether Demon, their identities will definitely be exposed, which will bring disaster to the royal family in Yundu.
The purple-clothed woman stared scorchingly at the two brothers of the Lord of the Palace of Rakshasa. She wanted to know why the human body had a ghostly breath.
As for the strength of the six hermits in Raksha Temple, it is also quite terrifying.
Grandpa Zhao Hong originally wanted to fight one against two, but when the fight really started, he realized that he was underestimating them.
After being violently hit by a palm, Father Zhao Hong took a few steps backwards quickly.
Fortunately, Master Nanxuan reached out in time to stop him, "Is it all right!"
Father Zhao Hong coughed violently and waved his hand, "It's okay, it seems that I am really old. I can't accept the old!"
Master Nanxuan threw a disciple of the Raksha Temple in his hand directly towards one of the six hermits.
"Go help Tiancheng, leave it to me here."
At this time, Lin Tiancheng and Yun Mengyao were already surrounded by three hermits.
"Boy, hand over the eight spirit orbs, we will leave you a whole body."
Another hermit stared at Yun Mengyao squintingly. He touched his chin and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, there is such a stunner in this world. I really didn't come here in vain."
"It's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful girl, I will be the first to taste her later."
Before the words were over, a hermit could not wait to rush towards Yun Mengyao.
Lin Tiancheng was about to step forward to stop, but was dragged by two other hermits.
Yun Mengyao was not the opponent of the hermit at all, and was easily captured by him.
But this Yun Mengyao was also a sturdy woman, taking advantage of it, drew out the dagger from her body and pierced him directly in the waist.
The hermit was furious in an instant, and the sharp long sword pierced Yun Mengyao's chest directly.
Seeing this extremely urgent scene, Lin Tiancheng still couldn't get away.
Grandpa Zhao Hong suddenly shouted, "Dare to move my great-granddaughter and look for death!"
But the hermit suddenly slashed with a sword, unexpectedly slashing the sharp sword in his hand on the neck of the old man Zhao Hong, and immediately let him blood flow.
Father Zhao Hong knelt on the ground with a plop, staring at his great-granddaughter blankly.
Yun Mengyao couldn't believe what was happening in front of her, and she sat paralyzed in front of Grandpa Zhao Hong, "Grandpa..."
Father Zhao Hong couldn't help but vomit a few mouthfuls of blood, but still said with a smile on his face, "It seems, I, I am really old!"
Yun Mengyao plunged directly into the arms of the old man, crying bitterly.
Lin Tiancheng screamed, and a thunderbolt from above the sky.
Seeing this terrible scene, the two hermits quickly backed away.
Lin Tiancheng was able to get away, and the Tai'a sword in his hand directly pierced the chest of the hermit who had killed Zhao Hong, causing him to die suddenly on the spot.
"senior……"
Father Zhao Hong struggled to sit up straight, put the blood-stained sword in Lin Tiancheng's hand, "Protect Mengyao for me!"
After saying this, he completely cut off his breath and fell to the ground.
Witch and Jiang Suxi's situation is also not optimistic, they have been forced to a corner by the disciples of Raksha Temple.
Fortunately, Zhao Lei took the disciples of the Thunder Dragon Sect to resist the disciples of the Raksha Temple.
The witch looked at Jiang Suxi helplessly, "Su Xi, no matter what happens next, you must live well, because you are the last bloodline of King Miaojiang Gu."
After saying this, the witch once again rushed into the camp and continued his fierce fighting.
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