Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Nie Tian listened to the ghosts and deserted words, his face was low, and there was no words for a long time.

Ghosts and deserts are equally low-faced, and their eyes are swept over Yuluo and others. They whispered: "Yu Luo, they are all devotees. After seeing other Shura people, Yulu and others will be sent." ""

"Send it in the past?" Nie Tian brows his head, and his eyes are filled with suppressed anger.

Sending the past, the three words are very easy.

However, the life of Yuluo and others has to be ruined.

Yuluo and others can be the best female geniuses of the Rakshazu family. It is simply unacceptable to tribute to other Shura people in this shameful way!

"This is why you warned me to let me go further from the house of the Virgin?" Nie Tian brows up and looks at the ghosts.

"Yeah." The ghosts nodded in nowhere, and their faces were very ugly. "Nie Tian, ​​the devotee, you don't care. Yulu, they sacrificed for the Raksha, their sacrifice, there is Value."

"Is it valuable?" Nie Tian looked down and asked coldly: "Do you regard this shame as valuable? You have thought that after the saints and other people give it to other Shura, they will be What happened?"

"Let me see, the devotee is not the value of the Raksha family, but a shame!"

Ghosts and deserts heard the words of Nie Tian, ​​and their faces were even more ugly.

He is not a fool, Nie Tian’s, he does not understand.

But what about him?

The rules of the devotees have existed for millions of years.

All the people of the Rakshasa have been living in this shameful way. Ql

If they don't enter the contributor, they will not only lose the opportunity to enter the sacred secret, but may even be chased by other Shura people, so that they can not survive in the vast territory.

In order for the Raksha people to survive, the devotee must go on.

"Nie Tian, ​​I know that you are very angry, but this matter, please do not intervene." The ghosts are desperate to look at Nie Tian, ​​sinking.

Yulu became a devotee, and his heart was equally sad.

He grew up with Yulu and loved his brother and sister.

Let him personally give Yuro to other people, this kind of pain is simply heartbreaking.

But he has no choice, he must do this!

Even all the devotees, including Yulu, know the situation they are facing, but they have no choice.

Just like the dark wing Shura in front of him, the scum.

The devotees of the Rakshazu family will soon be spoiled by such people.

With this in mind, the whole person has a burst of anger.

Only he still has reason, he must be patient for the continuation of the Rakshazu family.

"I know." Nie Tian's eyes slightly condensed, a faint sigh.

The ghosts are frowning, but the face is very embarrassing, and my heart is very worried.

He knows that people like Nie Tian will never give up.

A moment later, under the leadership of the dark wing Shura, Nie Tian and others came to a high altitude.

At their feet, it is a lake with a radius of several hundred thousand meters.

"The lake of the Holy Devils!" The ghosts are looking at the lake below, and their eyes are shaking and they are pleasantly surprised.

"The Lake of the Holy Devil!" Nie Tian brows a wrinkle, looking down, the gods perceive the past, could not help but tremble, surprised.

On the lake of the Holy Devil, there is a strong mist floating in it, and the mist has released a very strong holy force.

For a moment, Nie Tian understood that the lake of the Holy Devil below was actually formed by the cosmic force of heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth, the strength of the heavens, the depth of the condensed into the lake, the enormous force of the Holy Spirit contained in it can be imagined.

Other people’s expressions are equally shocking and their eyes are extremely hot.

"The rebellion of the Rakshasa family, you finally arrived." At this time, a low voice suddenly sounded in the void, and then a figure appeared.

Nie Tianxu looked and saw a white man with a delicate face, which is more handsome than most women.

Most conspicuously, this white man, a red-blooded hair, like a flame, flutters in the air, giving a very blazing feeling.

At this time, the white man was looking at Nie Tian and others with an indifferent gaze.

"Non-day Xiu Luo!" The ghosts looked at the white man, and his eyes trembled fiercely.

He recognized at a glance that the white man was a non-Tianzhuo.

The most obvious feature of the non-Tianxiu people is the red-blooded hair.

The reason why the ghosts and deserts are so excited is because the non-Tianxiu people are the biggest enemy of the Rakshazu family.

Even the non-Heavenly Curse in the power of the Rizal family is thanks to the non-Tianzhuo.

The shame of the devotee is also the rule set by the non-Tianxiu.

The tragedy of the Raksha people is all caused by the non-Tianxiu people, and it is not an exaggeration!

Nowadays, among all the Shuro people, the non-Tianzhuo are the most powerful.

Ghosts and deserts see the biggest enemy of their own people, and they can't be excited.

"Rakshasa rebellious, you are in front of this Prince, there is no qualification for anger!" At this time, the white man felt the wrath of the ghosts, the brow wrinkled, sneered, then the big hand extended, a palm pat Next, the power of violent, oppressing the void, and coming to the ghosts and deserts.

"Boom!" In the void, a **** handprint appeared, rolling like a kill, like a **** giant wave, the breath violent to the extreme.

The ghosts and the brows of the borderless wrinkles, the hands of the gods Luosha appeared, a shot mad out, the gun shadow whistling into the sky, stirring the empty space trembling.

"Boom!" The next moment, the gunshot and the **** handprints collided together, and the void roared.

The **** handprints were so strange that they suddenly wrapped up the gunshots and turned like a hurricane.

"Boom! Hee hee..." Under the oppression of tremendous power, the gunshot was twisted and twisted and broken in the air.

"Boom!" The next moment, the **** handprint suddenly became violent, swooping down to the ghosts.

"Not good!" Nie Tian saw this scene, his eyes trembled and screamed.

The white man’s strength is very strong, and he has already reached the eighth-order pseudo-holy.

Even if the ghosts are deserted, they can't compete with the white men.

Where does he know that this white man is the prince of the non-Tianxiu people, not the Sirius!

"Hey!" Nie Tian did not hesitate between life and death. The body rushed out, and the red dragon blew out. He screamed at the sky and slammed into the **** handprint above the sky.

"Boom!" In the void, the dragon shadow is like a mountain, violently impacted, and the **** handprints are bombarded and broken.

However, the violent force burst open and raged in the space, it is still very scary.

The shadowless and ghostless figure was shocked and flew hundreds of meters away. After stabilizing the figure, a blood spurted out.

And Nie Tian, ​​the same figure stepped back a few steps, the mouth overflowed with blood.

The strength of the non-Temporary Prince is too strong, even if it is a ghostland and Nie Tian, ​​they are only able to block it.