The pungent smell of blood, the sweet purple aroma and the various distorted whispers that suddenly sounded in the ears were mixed together, not only bringing a sense of confusion, but also making people unknowingly become wild.

This was clear from the sight of Tang San, whose face was flushed on the ground.

Although his lower body had been chopped off, and the Rakshasa High Priest used his soul power to seal his bloodline in time to prevent him from bleeding to death, he still looked confused, groping for something in the air and mumbling something.

"Xiao Wu..."

"My Xiao Wu..."

"hey-hey..."

And all this...

These were all Tang San's murmurs based on opening the Purple Demon Eyes!

He slowly grasped the scythe in his hand, his black robe curled and his hair flying. A powerful wave of air swept around him, turning the ground up layer by layer. This short figure rose into the air, standing high in the sky and looking down at the ground.

"Ignorant and pathetic ants."

"Provoking a god is a capital crime and cannot be forgiven."

"Even if you are a divine examiner, it is still a capital offense!"

"In that case..."

"Then let me show you the more powerful Rakshasa realm compared to your pathetic and ridiculous ice and fire realm!"

One word fell.

The scene below suddenly turned into a hazy scene!

The sweet fragrance of deep purple was pervasive, and Tang San's purple eyes were suddenly covered with red; the biting cold formed a completely different God of Death Domain, but it was undoubtedly more powerful than Tang Hao's God of Death Domain.

after all...

Handfuls of blood flowers bloomed on the ground.

Regardless of whether they were powerful soul beasts or weak soul beasts, as long as they were still in this realm, they were all crushed to pieces in the face of this sudden burst of murderous intent.

Then, the murderous intent spawned by pain, unwillingness and resentment blended into the original murderous intent in this field like a fish in water. While increasing the power of the murderous intent, it also continuously produced new murderous intent.

Fortunately, the Rakshasa High Priest intentionally let Tang San go.

Otherwise, Tang San would also be one of the many death targets.

But even so, those long and complicated whispers continued to destroy Tang San's remaining sanity, causing the red color in his eyes to completely suppress the Purple Demon Eyes.

But what's even weirder is...

Tang San had no intention of closing the Purple Demon Eye!

Even Chihong didn’t deliberately close the Purple Demon Eye!

It looked like a soul master was forced to waste his soul power, but it had no effect at all!

This is the dominance of the Rakshasa realm!

Not only that, these negative emotions and the blood mist that is so thick that you can't even see your fingers can even be absorbed by the Rakshasa High Priest to replenish the soul power and divine power consumed in the battle!

And as we all know...

In battle, no one can be sure that he will not be injured!

And the price of injury...

In this field, it will undoubtedly slowly weaken your overall strength and keep your opponent's strength at its peak forever!

But it’s not without its shortcomings!

The most obvious shortcoming is...

"having said so much..."

"How about something practical!"

Lu Yuan slowly stretched out his five fingers and gently touched the space in front of him. The golden single eye on his forehead had been opened. No mist could infect him at all. He looked at the gloomy Rakshasa High Priest in the distance with an expressionless face.

He clenched his palm into a fist, shouted fiercely, and punched forward at the same time!

"Please pick me up..."

“The country is picturesque!”

His fist slammed into the space in front of him.

Different from the last time he fought against the Three-Eyed Golden Raider, this time Lu Yuan didn't let go at all, completely maximizing the upper limit of this move!

The black-red mist was flattened in an instant!

Literally flattened!

It's like it's been compressed into a piece of black-red paper, incredibly thin!

And in the next moment, this black and red paper has been connected to the surrounding environment, implicating all the surrounding environment into a thin picture.

Two moments have passed.

The only objects present that could still move were Lu Yuan, the high priest, and the barely surviving Tang San.

The Rakshasa realm was directly wiped out!

With some rare effort, the corners of Lu Yuan's eyes twitched slightly, and he grabbed the black-red scroll that exuded an ominous aura in his hand, tore open the space with his backhand, and threw the scroll into the newly created space.

With a bit of surprise, the Rakshasa High Priest raised the Rakshasa Divine Scythe in his hand, pointed at Lu Yuan, who was slightly out of breath and pale-faced not far away, and said lightly sarcastically:

Do you really think that after using this trick, those powerful gods can’t see the clues?!

Even if you can’t see the clue for a while, you’ll be able to figure it out after trying it a few times!

A truly strong person is never respected as a "strong person" only by relying on one field or even some special attacks!

Having no weaknesses, or even if you find an obvious weakness, you cannot deliberately target it, is the norm for most people who are recognized as strong!

After all, these people's fighting consciousness is also extremely terrifying.

There are not many people who rely on war to support war.

but...

"It's surprisingly useful against something like you that relies solely on resources and abilities given by the gods!"

Lu Yuan said calmly, then looked at the frowning Rakshasa High Priest across from him, raised his hand, and waved mockingly.

"Whatever abilities you have, use them all!"
Chapter completed!