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Sixty-nine-eight: Miserable and humble! Sha Yan's heart is broken?

The little Rakshasa King's nose wrinkled slightly, his muscles and veins were severed, and his limbs were broken, which was already a very serious punishment for the humble prince.

And Lan Ling actually wanted to castrate him directly, which was to directly destroy him.

Inheritance is also very important among the demon clan. Without descendants, there is no hope.

Castrating the humble prince not only destroyed him, but also destroyed the lineage of Elder Mokan.

The key is that the relationship between Elder Mokan and King Rakshasa is very close!

The two are not only brothers, but also comrades-in-arms and best friends.

For decades, Elder Mokan has been standing behind the Rakshasa King. He can be regarded as the brother and foot of the Rakshasa King. Therefore, he is not only the elder of the Rakshasa royal family, but also the elder of the Rakshasa clan.

The Rakshasa clan does not have the position of Prime Minister. If there was one, Elder Mokan would be equivalent to the Rakshasa clan's Prime Minister, and also serve as half of the spiritual leader.

You can still reattach humble limbs if you break them, and you can even reattach them if you cut off the tendons, but it will only affect your cultivation.

And if it is castrated, it will never grow back. He is not like Lan Ling, who has a devilish bloodline that defies heaven.

Prince Beileng is the fourth in line of succession of the Rakshasa royal family, ahead of Princess Shayan. Once he is castrated, His Majesty the Rakshasa King's bottom line will be broken.

However, the little Rakshasa King did not hesitate for even a second. Instead, his eyes showed an evil look and said: "Yes, that makes sense!"

Then, he waved his hand and said: "Execution!"

Immediately, four shadow warriors came out and violently held down the humble prince.

"How dare you... how dare you..." Prince Bileng shouted sternly: "My father is His Majesty the Rakshasa King's closest comrade-in-arms, an elder of the royal family, an elder of the Rakshasa clan, and I am the fourth in line of the Rakshasa royal family.

Heirs, how dare you..."

The shadow warriors were rescued from ancient ruins when the young Rakshasa king was traveling. They were only loyal to the young Rakshasa king. How could they care about the threat of the cold prince?

"Are you all dead? All of you stand up and resist chaos!" The humble prince shouted sternly at the more than a thousand powerful disciples behind him: "Don't you see that the little Rakshasa King and Lan Ling conspired to kill me?

?Stand up, stand up..."

It's a good thing that the humble prince didn't shout these things. When he did, the powerful disciples behind him were almost scared to death. They immediately took a dozen steps back and tried their best to draw a clear line with him.

"Let's get started..." Little Rakshasa King said calmly.

The shadow warrior drew four special daggers.

This is made of meteorite magic from the starry sky. It is of course the ordinary kind, the kind that Lan Ling shot the three Chimera beasts in. It is not the black hole energy body in the heart of the little Rakshasa King.

The so-called starry sky magic meteorites are, at best, just pollutants of black hole energy.

This kind of dark dagger also uses special energy crystals as the scabbard.

"Poof!"

Four dark daggers stabbed down fiercely, breaking the limbs and tendons of the humble prince.

No blood spurted out, only infinite coldness.

"Ah..." The humble prince screamed sadly.

The more than a thousand powerful disciples behind him trembled suddenly.

One of the shadow warriors pinned one of Prince Bileng's arms to the ground, and then chopped it off with one kick.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Really stepping down one step at a time.

He crushed the humble arm bones inch by inch, oh, not crushed them, but completely shattered them.

Then comes the second arm.

The first leg, the second leg...

The bones of the humble prince's limbs were trampled to pieces inch by inch.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."

The bursts of shrill screams were simply terrifying.

In fact, Prince Bileng did not feel much pain, but fear, a kind of inner and mental pain.

Originally he was high-spirited, and it was he who sounded the horn of the struggle for the throne.

Moreover, he felt that he could easily put Lan Ling to death and beat the little Rakshasa King into disgrace. Although he could not completely shake his position as the prince, he could at least break off a large piece of his crown.

However, I didn't expect...

He was easily overturned and suffered a devastating disaster.

He had always felt that cutting off hamstrings and limbs was very far away for such a demon noble.

However, he never expected that such a tragic thing would happen to him.

This made him feel unreal and particularly frightened.

As for the more than a thousand powerful disciples who followed him, their faces were even more earthy.

In Rakshasa City, how long has it been since such a horrific thing happened to the Rakshasa royal family?

Prince Bileng is one of the top members of the Rakshasa royal family, but now he is like a dead dog with his limbs and tendons broken.

Then people like them are worse than pigs and dogs, and they will be shattered into pieces in minutes.



"Lan Ling, the leader of the Flame Demon Banner, you are considered a party involved, and you will be the one to carry out the final execution. How about that?" Little Rakshasa King suddenly said.

Lan Ling's eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Then, reach out your hand.

A shadow warrior handed him a starry sky magic meteorite dagger, which was of course sealed in a special crystal scabbard.

Even ordinary starry sky magic meteorites possess terrifying devouring energy, so you must not take them lightly.

Lan Ling said: "Please help the humble prince..."

Four shadow warriors lifted up the weak and cold prince.

The humble prince was originally very beautiful, even more beautiful than a woman. But now, there is no color on his face, because he is completely twisted into a ball of pain and fear.

Lan Ling stepped forward and sneered: "Who gave you the confidence to dare to interfere in the fight for the throne?"

Prince Bileng looked at Lan Ling and said tremblingly and coldly: "My father and Prince Netherworld will avenge me, and they will not let you go."

Lan Ling drew out another dagger and slashed one after another on the face of the humble prince.

"ah……"

The humble prince screamed.

Suddenly, his beautiful face was covered in blood and flesh.

"You have started the battle for the throne. Do you still think there is a pause?" Lan Ling sneered: "Why won't they let me go? Just like we will let them go, this kind of thing will stop once it is started.

If you don't come down, we are destined to step on your father and the bones of the Netherworld Prince to ascend to the throne."

This sentence was not only heard by Prince Bileng, but also by many shamans and elders with high cultivation level.

At this time, they really wished they didn't have ears.

At this time, the little Rakshasa King had to grin in pain. Lan Ling, the Demon Emperor whom no one knew, was really worried that the world would not be in chaos, so he wanted to make the fight for the throne public to the world.

Lan Ling's dagger continued to cut inch after inch of flesh and blood on the face of the humble prince, and said slowly: "Do you think the pain you are enduring is **? No, no, no, this is just the beginning!"

After saying that, Lan Ling suddenly inserted the dagger into the eye socket of the humble prince.

"Puff..."

Blood spurts.

There was a sharp pain, and the right eye of the humble prince became dark.

"Ah...ah...ah..." He let out an unprecedented scream!

Everyone in the hall was terrified.

Princess Shayan behind the screen also trembled suddenly in her delicate body.

She really didn't expect the scene before her to be so bloody.

Of course, she had seen the most bloody scenes, but this was the first time he had seen it born to a top member of the Rakshasa royal family.

The little Rakshasa King couldn't help but grit his teeth and wrinkle his nose. He regretted letting Lan Ling carry out the execution.

This Demon Emperor is really good at showing off himself.

"The mean prince is roaring at His Highness. The following offenders are blind and blind, so I will take away both eyes. But because he is a member of the royal family, I only take away one eye as a warning to others!" An extremely old Rakshasa clan elder quickly shouted.

.

He is the oldest shaman. He was once the teacher of the Rakshasa King, and now he is the teacher of the younger Rakshasa King, Elder Lu Zhuo!

This name is very similar to a human wise man, but in fact he was born from the Eldar race. He has a big head, short limbs, and is very ugly, but he is a very intelligent race.

This elder Lu Zhuo is the staunchest supporter of the young Rakshasa King.

The little Rakshasa King was worried that Lan Ling would take advantage of this opportunity and said: "Your Majesty, Lord of the Flame Demon Banner, execute the palace punishment!"

Lan Ling suddenly pulled out the starry sky magic meteorite, aimed it at the crotch of the humble prince, and was about to swing it down!

And at this moment...

An extremely powerful energy aura enveloped the entire hall.

It's like the top of Mount Tongtai.

This energy is not only magical energy, but also spiritual energy.

Then, the palace door opened, and a tall and thin figure walked in.

Lan Ling has never seen such a...frightening person.

So tall, a full two and a half meters tall, yet very thin.

He has a particularly high nose, deep-set eye sockets, and is wearing a black robe with gold threads.

The two eyes are like black flames and like dry wells. Just looking at a person seems to devour the person's soul.

The complexion of his face was very white, as if there was no blood at all.

Moreover, his eyebrows and his head are also white.

He walked into the hall step by step.

Immediately, everyone bowed instinctively.

His aura almost suppressed everyone present, including the members of the Rakshasa Presbyterian Church present.

Only three people were still standing.

Lan Ling, Little Rakshasa King, and Elder Lu Zhuo, Little Rakshasa King’s teacher.

There is no doubt that the extremely powerful man in martial arts and spiritual power in front of him is Elder Mokan, the father of the humble prince.

The elder brother of the Rakshasa King, the most powerful person in the Rakshasa clan, equivalent to the prime minister of the Rakshasa realm, and half of the spiritual leader.

The little Rakshasa king came down from the throne, gave a half salute to Elder Mokan and said, "Greetings to uncle!"

Even with the dignity of a prince, he must salute Elder Mokan.

Elder Mokan also gave a half salute to the young Rakshasa King and said: "Old minister, I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince!"

The little Rakshasa king said: "I heard that my uncle is not feeling well, why don't you rest at home?"

Elder Mokan said: "I heard that my son got into trouble and couldn't afford to rest. I came here to plead with His Highness the Crown Prince. Can you please spare the rebellious son and be cold this time? What's more, he has already been punished."

Then, Elder Mokan said coldly to Lan Ling: "This is the Lord of the Flame Demon Banner, Your Excellency Lan Ling, right? You know, right? Don't take advantage of all the advantages by yourself, and don't take advantage of all the truth by yourself. See you.

Just accept it, otherwise you will suffer disaster."

The demons are indeed demons. Even the top big shots pose a threat to Chi Guoguo without much cover-up.

Lan Ling said slowly: "Elder Mokan, you have appeared. I must give you face. But it is a pity that I have already said some things. I have said that I want to castrate the humble prince. I said,

That’s all you can do!”

Then, staring at Elder Mokan's eyes, he waved his hand gently!

Bloody light bursts out...

An extremely shrill scream...

The humble prince only felt a burst of cold darkness, and then he screamed like a woman, like a slaughtered pig!

""Ah...ah...ah..."

Lan Ling actually castrated his son and heir in front of Elder Mokan.

Everyone in the audience was completely shocked and even heartbroken.

Even Princess Shayan's heart beat violently at this moment!



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