Rakshasa secretly wondered, what is the identity of this person? He claims to be His Highness, is he a prince-level figure? But why does he not have any princely bearing or royal style, but instead gives people a feeling of "strong on the outside but strong on the inside", forcing himself to be proud and domineering?
He couldn't hide his irritability.
It’s not that this person is weak in strength, but that his ‘heart’ is not strong enough.
It looks more like a tamed tiger?!
Yes, that's the feeling.
Tamed!!
Long-term domestication, sudden release.
Rakshasa laughed: "Your Highness? How long has it been since you were released?"
"Bitch, are you looking for death?!" The young man in white robe was suddenly angry. He seemed to be stimulated to the point of sadness. He was so angry that his whole body crackled, as if every joint was moving, but he did not launch an offensive.
"Little brother, if you have fire, let it out. Don't hold it in and break your body."
"Don't try to provoke me. I will never attack rashly. Such little tricks and traps can't catch His Highness. Huh! You are a bunch of rubbish and trash. When you cry," the young man in white robe was filled with resentment.
Very irritable, but able to maintain restraint very well.
Rakshasa looked at him deeply for a few times, pursed his red lips slightly, and kept his smile. "Child, you are not old, your strength is not weak, and you claim to be His Highness, could it be that you are..."
"I will be your master! I will enslave you for thousands of years!"
"Are you the legendary Eldar Son of Destiny?"
"What did you say?" The young man in white robe suddenly stopped and stared at Rakshasa like a beast.
"Are you the legendary child of destiny?" Rakshasa said every word clearly and clearly.
"I'll kill you!" The young man in white robe roared suddenly, with emotion and red face, like an enraged wild dog, gasping for breath, and his whole body's soul power was 'burning' like a flame. The terrible soul power was raging.
The mountains were bone-chillingly cold, and the dark rock formations quickly froze. The crackling sound echoed through the sea floor, and the ice spread, covering the surface of the mountains for thousands of meters.
But what was expected was that he didn't really kill him. He was restraining, restraining, and still restraining.
The ghost monk, the Nine Sons Ghost Mother, the Tomb Boy, Prajna, etc. all raised their eyes and looked at him coldly and silently with their dark green eyes.
It's weird, and very weird.
"Hey, what are you excited about? Isn't it just a word? Slow down first, take a deep breath, and see how angry the child is." Rakshasa smiled half-heartedly, but there was something sinister in his smile. Is this man really the Highness of the Spiritual Clan? His temperament, conduct, and speech,
Why do you look like a common man? He is rude and irritable, but he has great strength, which is strange.
"Bitch, don't be ungrateful." The young man in white robe pointed at Rakshasa fiercely, wishing he could eat her.
He was so excited at the moment that his whole body was trembling and his breathing was so chaotic that it was difficult to continue.
It's like being stabbed in a painful spot, and it still hurts like a taboo.
But the more he behaved like this, the more strange Rakshasa became: "I'm really curious, kid, who are you? Kid, let's make an exchange and introduce ourselves to each other."
"Are you worthy? You are all rubbish, you are all idiots, and you are all despicable beings." The boy in white robe roared hysterically, roaring like a sea tide, and he was so excited that he could not calm down.
"Stop irritating him, we'll capture it later." Pluto said in a ghostly voice, but he couldn't hide his domineering attitude.
He is covered in skeletons, but he is by no means ugly. Instead, he is extremely heroic. He stands proudly, surrounded by dark fire and haunted by ghost energy.
"It's just you? Humph." The boy in white robe gasped.
Rakshasa did not prod him any more, but observed silently and thought carefully. This kid was very irritable, but he was more able to control himself. It seemed that no matter how provocative he was, there would be no protection except for scolding.
The seabed fell into silence. After a long time, the boy in white robe regained control bit by bit, but never launched an offensive. He was so violent, yet so forbearing. The two extremes were mixed in one person, just like a man wearing chains.
of tiger.
I want to go crazy, but I am controlled by invisible shackles.
Rakshasa watched silently and felt it quietly. A charming fragrance bloomed all over his body, floating on the bottom of the sea, filling the darkness, and enveloped the young man silently. This was not a special secret method, and he did not expect his own illusion.
She could swallow the holy soul of the Eldar just to feel the young man's emotions.
After a moment, Rakshasa frowned quietly. Pain? Resentment? She caught a very strong emotion of pain from the young man, and the pain was mixed with hatred. What kind of soul was that? It was like soaking in the water of bitterness and resentment.
Under the skin is a soul that is crying in pain, a soul that is mad and resentful.
Who is he?!
Rakshasa has never felt such strong and complex emotions, almost reaching the level of a wraith.
The boy in white robe faced the six ghost masters, indifferently and without attacking. He put his hands behind his back, silently on guard, and moved his fingertips to exert layers of soul power. This was an action he had been doing from the beginning, secretly blooming the soul.
The force spread to the distance, sending signals to Pesa and others, trying to guide them over.
The Eldar team was dispersed by the chaotic troops very early. They formed three forces and searched separately. Since I found it first, I naturally had to inform them. And this is also the rule.
However, this move of the young man in white robe has already fallen into the eyes of the six ghost masters.
The six ghost masters were very sensitive to the power of souls and had identified his small actions as early as the first confrontation between the two sides. However... the young man in white robe did not make a sound, and none of the ghost masters paid attention to them. They all acted as if nothing was wrong.
Waiting quietly.
From cursing to silence, both of them tacitly ignored this small gesture.
Gradually, the corners of the white-robed young man's mouth curved, and he secretly thought, idiot, Tang Yan is surrounded by such rubbish? Hehe, he really deserves to make a contribution today.
If Dean Pesa hadn't repeatedly emphasized before taking action that he could never act in private, let alone fight against the enemy alone, he would have really wanted to kill him right now, indulge himself first, or at least teach that charming woman a lesson.
He has always been very confident in his own strength and very proud of his talent, but... the people in the tribe regard him very harshly, and they are very strict and sick and do not allow any mistakes.
"Dean, where are you? Come quickly." The young man muttered silently, waiting for the arrival of the powerful spirit race.
but……
After waiting for a long time, the first thing waiting was not Pesa, but dark shadows.
These shadows shuttled through the dark shadows of the mountains, invisible, but instantly appeared in the depths of the gaps where the six ghost masters and Tang Yan were lurking.
They come from the Kupo army.
A signal was sent: "Tang Chen has been found and given guidance. They are on their way here. The specific location of the Spirit Clan troops has been determined. The nearest one is more than fifty miles away. It shouldn't take a stick of incense to reach them.
.You can act with confidence and don’t have to worry.”
All the major ghost masters narrowed their eyes and stared at the white-robed boy with good intentions.
Rakshasa snorted slightly: "Master asked you to direct the action, do you really think of yourself as the boss?"
Kupo's message: "Master's exact words, be careful! Be careful! The battlefield is chaotic and full of accidents. Before he wakes up, there must be no risk. I am not the boss, I am just following orders."
"Don't think that you can become arrogant just because you have made great achievements a few times."
"My master values you, but doesn't trust you. Rakshasa, please take care of yourself." Kupo said calmly, hiding completely.
Deep in the crack where Tang Yan was lurking, Ren Tianzhong and the judge opened their eyes one after another. After repeatedly verifying Ku Po's information, they revealed murderous intent. Their eyes penetrated the darkness and locked onto the aura of the white-robed boy.
"Huh?" The white-robed boy was not stupid. He quickly sensed that the atmosphere was strange. Not only were six monsters staring at him, but a terrifying aura was rapidly surging deep in the crack in front of him.
Wow.
The strange sound of chains floated and echoed on the bottom of the sea. The sound was crisp but hollow, pleasant but unreal.
It resounded from all directions and seemed to echo in my ears.
"Can't you help but take action? Hum, idiots, my Spirit Clan troops are right behind you. Unless you can capture me right away, don't even think about taking action easily." The young man in white robe snorted coldly, firmly believing that the Peisa Clan boss and the others are very capable.
Arriving soon.
Boom! The mountains behind shook violently, and a giant ghost gate appeared horribly. The rubble cracked, and dust and mist formed like a tide. The entire mountains were trembling, stirring up an endless tide. The clear voice sounded again, shocking the hearts of the people.
Disturbing the soul.
No matter whether they are buried in heaven or judge, they all step out of the gate of hell.
"How come there are two of them?" The young man in white robe frowned slightly, clearly detecting an aura.
"Kill with the order of the Underworld Emperor." Ren Tianbian shouted softly.
"Do it, whoever catches it will get it." The six ghost masters looked fierce, and they all jumped up and killed the white-robed boy like they were competing for credit.
"You will not be able to live if you do your own evil. Are you afraid that your Highness will do it?"
The silent seabed suddenly detonated, and an astonishingly violent soul power also erupted at this moment, flooding the seafloor, sweeping the tide, and affecting hundreds of miles. The boy in white robe...the power suddenly appeared...the whole audience was melee...
More than fifty miles away from here, the Soul Crying Beast was in a hard fight and was cared for by a group of sea beasts. Although it was not enough to fall into a crisis, it restricted the actions of it and Peisa. They clashed left and right, killing endlessly, but the enemy group was
It goes on and on, and the killing is endless.
But suddenly, Pei Sa's expressionless old face suddenly changed color, his eyes flashed green, and he cast his eyes across the layers of enemies into the distant sea: "Pei Bo? Is he fighting?"
"Pei Bo is fighting!" The Crying Soul Beast was also shocked, and suddenly stopped fighting. The vast spiritual power surged violently, tearing apart the souls of hundreds of powerful enemies around him in an instant, as if thousands of invisible claws struck violently, and the souls were alive.
It tore apart all the souls within a few hundred meters. Hundreds of powerful enemies died tragically on the spot, crashing into the sea, and the space of a hundred meters was cleared.
"That's right, Pei Bo is fighting. I have repeatedly reminded you that you are never allowed to take action in private. Where are the other two holy souls? Why are they not protecting Pei Bo?" Pei Sa quickly regained his composure, but the twinkling eyes revealed his innermost thoughts.