The third thousand one hundred and thirty-eight chapters are not the prince of heaven
After hearing Gui Huang Wujiang's words, Nie Tian's face became gloomy and he didn't speak for a long time.
Guihuang Wujiang's face was also gloomy, his eyes swept over Yuluo and others, and he whispered: "Yuluo and the others are all gift givers. After meeting other people from the Shura clan, Yuluo and others will be sent there.
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"Send it over?" Nie Tian frowned, suppressed anger surging in his eyes.
Send it over, just say three words easily.
But the lives of Yu Luo and others were about to be ruined.
Yu Luo and others can be said to be the best female geniuses of the Rakshasa clan, but they pay tribute to other Shura clan in such a shameful way, which is simply unacceptable!
"Is this why you warned me to stay away from Her Royal Highness the Saint?" Nie Tian frowned, looked at Guihuang Wujiang and asked.
"Yeah." Guihuang Wujiang nodded, with a very ugly face, and said: "Nie Tian, don't worry about the gift givers. Yuluo and the others sacrificed for the Rakshasa clan. Their sacrifices are meaningful.
Of value.”
"Is it valuable?" Nie Tian's eyes darkened and he asked coldly: "Do you think this kind of shame is valuable? Have you ever thought about what Her Highness the Saint and others will do after they are given to other Shura tribes?
What kind of encounter?"
"In my opinion, the gift giver is not the value of the Rakshasa clan, but a shame!"
When Guihuang Wujiang heard Nie Tian's words, his face became even more ugly.
He was not a fool. He didn't understand what Nie Tian said.
But what can he do?
The rules of giving gifts have existed for millions of years.
All this time, the Rakshasa clan has been living in this shameful way.
If they don't join the list of contributors, they will not only lose the opportunity to enter the Holy Demon Realm, but they may even be hunted by other Shura tribes, making it impossible for them to survive in the world.
In order for the Rakshasa clan to survive, the issue of gift givers must continue.
"Nie Tian, I know you are very angry, but please don't interfere in this matter." Guihuang Wujiang looked at Nie Tian and said solemnly.
Yuluo became the gift giver, and he was equally sad in his heart.
He and Yuluo grew up together and share a love for each other.
Asking him to personally give Yuluo to others, this kind of pain is simply heartbreaking.
But he had no choice, he had to do it!
Even all the gift givers, including Yuluo, knew the situation they were facing, but they had no choice.
Just like the Dark Wing Shura in front of me, he is just like a scumbag.
Gift givers of the Rakshasa clan will soon be ruined by such people.
Thinking of this, Guihuang Wujiang's whole body felt an explosion of anger.
It's just that he still has reason. For the continuation of the Rakshasa clan, he must endure it.
"I understand." Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly.
Guihuang Wujiang frowned, but his face was very embarrassed, and he was very worried in his heart.
He knew that people like Nie Tian would never give up.
After a while, under the leadership of the Dark Wing Shura, Nie Tian and others came to a high place in the sky.
At their feet was a lake with a radius of several hundred thousand meters.
"The legendary Lake of Holy Demons!" Guihuang Wujiang looked at the lake below, his eyes trembled, and he was filled with surprise.
"The Lake of the Holy Demon!" Nie Tian frowned, looked down, and sensed it with his spiritual consciousness. His eyes trembled in surprise.
On the Holy Demon Lake, there is a thick mist suspended, and that mist actually releases an extremely rich aura of holy power.
In an instant, Nie Tian understood that the Holy Demon Lake below was actually formed by the condensed holy power of heaven and earth.
The holy power of heaven and earth is so rich that it condenses into a lake. One can imagine the huge amount of holy power contained in it.
The expressions of the others were equally shocked, and their eyes were extremely fiery.
"The rebellion of the Rakshasa clan, you have finally arrived." At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded in the void, and then a figure appeared.
When Nie Tianxun looked up, what caught his eye was a man in white, with a delicate face and more handsome than most women.
The most eye-catching thing is that this man in white has hair as red as blood, flying in the air like a flame, giving people a very fiery feeling.
At this time, the man in white was looking at Nie Tian and others with an indifferent look, looking aloof.txma
"Non-Tian Shura tribe!" Guihuang Wujiang looked at the man in white, his eyes trembled violently, and he growled in his heart.
He recognized at a glance that this man in white was from the non-Celestial Shura tribe.
The most obvious feature of the Feitian Shura tribe is their hair as red as blood.
The reason why Guihuang Wujiang is so excited is because the Feitian Shura clan is the biggest enemy of the Rakshasa clan.
Even the Feitian Blood Curse in the bloodline power of the Rakshasa clan was given by the Feitian Shura clan.
The shame of the gift giver is also a rule set by the Feitian Shura Clan.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the tragedy of the Rakshasa clan was all caused by the non-Sura clan!
Now, among all the Shura tribe, the Feitian Shura tribe is the most powerful.
How could Guihuang Wujiang not be excited when he saw his clan's biggest enemy?
"Rakshasa rebel, you have no right to be angry in front of this prince!" At this time, the man in white felt the anger of Guihuang Wujiang, frowned, sneered, and then stretched out his big hand and slapped him with a palm.
Down, violent power pressed down on the void, attacking and killing Ghostly Desolate World.
"Boom!" In the void, a blood-colored handprint appeared, rolling like a killing wave, like a huge blood-colored wave, and the aura was violent to the extreme.
Guihuang Wujiang frowned, and the counter-god Rakshasa appeared in his hand, slashing out with a spear. The shadow of the spear roared into the sky, stirring the void and shaking.
"Boom!" The next moment, the gun shadow and the bloody handprint collided, and there was a roar in the void.
The bloody handprint was so weird that it suddenly enveloped the gun shadow and started to spin like a hurricane.
"Boom! Bang bang bang..." Under the pressure of the huge force, the gun shadow was twisted and twisted in the air.
"Boom!" The next moment, the bloody handprints suddenly became violent and swooped down towards Ghost Desolation.
"Not good!" When Nie Tian saw this scene, his eyes trembled and he screamed.
The man in white is very powerful and has actually reached the eighth level of pseudo-sage.
Even the ghosts in the wilderness can't compete head-on with the man in white.
How did he know that this man in white was none other than the prince of the Feitian Shura clan, Feitian Langchen!
"Roar!" In the split second between life and death, Nie Tian did not hesitate. The dragon energy in his body surged out wildly, and the red dragon roared out, roaring to the sky, and charged towards the bloody handprints high in the sky.
"Boom!" In the void, the dragon shadow was like a mountain, violently impacting, blasting the bloody handprints into pieces.
However, the violent force exploded and wreaked havoc in the space, which was still very terrifying.
The figure of Guihuang Wujiang was sent flying hundreds of meters away by the impact. After stabilizing his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
As for Nie Tian, the same figure took a few steps back, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Prince Feitian's strength was so strong that even if Guihuang Wujiang and Nie Tian took action, they could only barely block him.