Hearing the call, King Rakshasa turned his head and looked over.
Seeing that it was Meng Ao, King Rakshasa showed a smile, feeling relieved and excited at the same time: "Haha... God will not kill me!"
After saying that, King Rakshasa looked behind Meng Ao: "Why are you alone? Where is your elder brother?"
In King Rakshasa's heart, although his second son Meng Ao was strong, his personality was too impulsive. The one he loved most in his heart was his eldest son Meng Lang. Only Meng Lang could inherit his throne.
Made.
As soon as he met his father, he asked his eldest brother first. Meng Ao felt very uncomfortable and extremely annoyed.
In what way am I no worse than Meng Lang? But my father always believes that Meng Lang is the next generation of Rakshasa King. Why?
Thinking to himself, Meng Ao suppressed his anger and looked very hurt: "Father, brother... something happened to him."
As he spoke, Meng Ao pretended to wipe his tears and continued: "One day ago, the Kyushu army raided, and the eldest brother personally went into battle. In the end, he was seriously injured by Yue Feng from Kyushu. Because his injuries were too severe, he could not be saved..."
What?
King Rakshasa was shaken, his heart ached extremely, and his eyes became red.
The eldest son, Wen Tao Wulue, was a rare sage in the Rakshasa clan for a century, but he died young.
puff!
Heartbroken, the Rakshasa King couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Meng Ao was taken aback and quickly stepped forward to try to help the Rakshasa King. At the same time, he comforted: "Father, people cannot be resurrected after death. The people of Kyushu are so cunning and despicable. I swear that I will kill all the people of Kyushu for the sake of my elder brother."
revenge."
Just as he said this, Meng Ao was stunned.
Then they saw that King Rakshasa's legs were completely broken, and the blood on them had solidified.
It turned out that after the Rakshasa King and Yang Jian fell into the abyss, they fought fiercely on this platform for a day and a night. In the end, the Rakshasa King broke his legs and Yang Jian also broke his heart.
"Yes, we must avenge Meng Lang." King Rakshasa was extremely angry and said coldly: "You will take me up later and destroy this platform. Yang Jian is hiding deep in the cave. His injuries are no better than mine.
, without the platform here, he will be trapped here to death."
Um!
Meng Ao responded, his eyes moving but not moving. At the same time, he also let go of the hand holding the Rakshasa King.
My father's legs were broken and he was no longer a threat to me, so why take him back? Let a man with broken legs take away the royal power that was about to fall into his hands?
"Meng Ao, you..."
Seeing the change in Meng Ao's expression, King Rakshasa frowned and said weakly: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Take me up quickly."
call!
Meng Ao took a deep breath and shook his head: "Father, please forgive me for not being able to do it. I think it's better for you to stay here."
"What did you say?"
King Rakshasa's expression changed and he glared at Meng Ao: "You rebellious son, do you want to abandon me as your father?"
As he said this, King Rakshasa vaguely guessed something and asked, "Let me ask you, did you kill your eldest brother?" King Rakshasa was very resourceful. From the situation in front of him, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Meng Ao, and his eldest son
His death is also full of strangeness.
"good!"
Meng Ao looked ferocious and said loudly: "He was deceived by two Kyushu women. He wants to talk to the Kyushu continent. He has completely lost the blood of the Rakshasa clan. Such a person is not worthy of being the heir of the Rakshasa clan, let alone
Be the king of the next generation."
"you..."
King Rakshasa trembled with anger and pointed at Meng Ao: "You actually killed your eldest brother. You are brothers of the same flesh and blood. You treacherous son and bastard. I will kill you, kill you..."
As he said that, the Rakshasa King wanted to stand up, but his legs were broken. In addition to the constant fierce battle with Yang Jian, the injuries were too severe and he could not move at all.
Hahaha...
Seeing this scene, Meng Ao laughed up to the sky and said coldly: "Everything I did was for the future of the Rakshasa clan. What's wrong with me? And you want to kill me?"
As he said that, Meng Ao's internal energy was running, and he was suspended in the air, saying word by word: "Since you have no father-son affection for me, don't blame me for being unrighteous."
After the words fell, Meng Ao clenched the bone knife and swung it out fiercely.
Buzz!
A sword shadow was seen slashing out, directly smashing the platform into pieces. Large pieces of rubble fell into the magma below, leaving only a small area under the Rakshasa King.
The Rakshasa King was so frightened and furious that he vomited blood.
"You are my father after all. If I don't kill you, you can just fend for yourself here." Meng Ao said coldly, turned around, and quickly climbed up the wall with the help of the bone knife in his hand.
To be honest, at that moment, Meng Ao wanted to kill the Rakshasa King.
But then I thought about it, maybe some clan members would come down to check on me in the future. Once they found out that I had killed my father, it would definitely have a bad impact.
And when he destroyed the platform, King Rakshasa broke his legs and had no way to come up. He would only be trapped alive below. By then, his death would have nothing to do with him.
"The treasonous son, the treasonous son..."
For a time, the roar of the Rakshasa King continued to echo at the bottom of the abyss.
But Meng Ao just pretended not to hear it and kept climbing up the wall. After a few minutes, he finally reached the top.
Hooray!
As soon as he went up, the warriors from the surrounding wild wolf group quickly surrounded him.
"Your Majesty!" The leader of the Wild Wolf Group asked Meng Ao with a face of urgency: "What's the situation down there? Is there any trace of the king?" At the top of the abyss, several kilometers from the bottom, the Rakshasa King's roar shocked them.
Can't hear it at all.
Meng Ao glared at him and said coldly: "What king? There is nothing down there. What crime do you deserve if you falsely spread the news?"
No one must know what the Rakshasa King is doing down there.
Plop!
Feeling Meng Ao's anger, the leader of the Wild Wolf Group trembled and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, spare your life. When my subordinates saw the fragments of the King's armor here, they thought that the King was down there..."
The surrounding warriors of the Wild Wolf Group were all terrified.
The military laws of the Rakshasa tribe are strict, and anyone who spreads false information will be beheaded.
Seeing that all of them were frightened, Meng Ao's eyes flashed with a sneer, and then he raised his hand: "Okay, now that the war is coming, I won't argue with you."
Saying that, Meng Ao looked around and continued: "All the brave men of the Wild Wolf Regiment will obey the order and return immediately to wait for the battle order. I will send another person to find the king."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Soon, under the leadership of Meng Ao, hundreds of Wild Wolf Regiment warriors rushed towards the camp.
Bang bang bang...
After walking a few miles, Meng Ao frowned and raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.
I saw two figures fighting fiercely in mid-air not far away, an old monk and a young monk. The young monk was holding a giant ax tightly in his hand, and the golden light flashed, shocking people.
It was Duan Yu and Moro Ye.
Bad! Rakshasa people!
When they saw Meng Ao and the Wild Wolf Group, Duan Yu and Moroye's expressions changed.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Yu rolled his eyes and shouted to Meng Ao: "Fellow Rakshasa warriors, the person I am fighting with is the eminent monk Moraya of Linyin Temple. It was he who tipped off the Jiuzhou Continent, which led to the
You are stopped here by the Nine Provinces Army, please take action and help me kill him!"
To be honest, with Duan Yu's personality, he would never ask others for help, but there is no way, this Moroye is too strong.
He succeeded in the initial attack and injured Moroye, but in the subsequent battle, he still could not suppress him.
But now, so many people from the Rakshasa tribe suddenly came. Even if he killed Moroye, he would be in danger. It would be better to ask these Rakshasa tribesmen for help, so that he could save some energy by then.