Rakshasa is a clan among the "Heavenly Clans" of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragons.

The heavenly community is composed of the strongest tribes, "Indra" and "Brahma", as well as many tribes.

Asura has always been famous for his strong combat power and his love for war. Although he is second to the two most powerful clans of "Indra" and "Brahma" among the heavenly people, he is stronger than the other clans.

And Rakshasa is also the stronger clan among the heavenly beings, but there is still a little gap between Asura.

However, no matter what, Rakshasa is also a well-known clan among the immortal gods, so it is naturally far stronger than the ordinary God of the Underworld.

"Rakshasa?"

"The one who guards this Asura treasure house turned out to be a Rakshasa, and he looks very experienced."

When the mysterious old man revealed his true identity, the other gods around him were quite shocked, and for a moment they were a little undecided and it was difficult to beat the tiger.

They couldn't help but look at the only two Yasha tribe gods in the team.

The headed Yasha clan's dark god looked a little ugly.

The Yaksha clan has some reputations in myths and legends, but it is really not as good as the Raksha clan's bloodline.

Moreover, the old man of the Rakshasa clan in front of him didn't know how long he had been practicing in the Asura Treasure House. His aura seemed to have experienced many battles and been tempered.

Especially when he took action at will, he directly grabbed the two sledgehammers that were hit by the horned god with his physical strength.

Even if it has such strength, it will be inferior to itself.

"No matter how ordinary the ancient God of the Rakshasa clan has ordinary qualifications, just relying on combat and time to achieve the upper level of the God of the Underworld."

"I am now, I have just been promoted to the median level of the Underworld God Realm, and I am definitely not its opponent."

Although he was extremely unwilling to accept it, the leader of Yasha Ming God still struggled to give up his plan to seize the blood of Asura's soul.

The bloodline of the Rakshasa clan is better than that of the Yaksha clan. Even the Yaksha clan's Nether God of the same level will have more defeats and fewer defeats against the Rakshasa clan's Nether God.

What's more, it is most likely not as good as the other party's current state.

No matter how greedy you are, you must have that strength.

After thinking about the decision, the leader of Yasha God looked at the old man Rakshasa again. Yingzi's eyes forced down the ferociousness and said in a low voice: "It turns out that it is the upper god of the Rakshasa clan. We blame us for not having the eyesight. Please forgive me."

"Sure?"

The old man of the Rakshasa clan stood in the air so simply, easily holding a giant hammer in one hand. Even though the horned Nether God was full of power, he could not shake it even if he held his strength in his arms: "What? After you have been in this small world on earth for a long time, you can learn to speak with the human race?"

The old man's vigorous face grinned with a ferocious smile: "I have been practicing in this treasure house for thousands of years, and I feel a little uncomfortable all over my body. How about just practicing with you?"

As he spoke, his eyes were bright and his aura rose, and his body was still moving. The qi in his body had already stirred up the turbulent qi of the world.

Oh no, he is an old lunatic who has been holding it in for a long time.

The headed Yasha clan's Nether God skipped a beat and had a headache.

Most of the powerful creatures in the underworld are bloodthirsty and fierce, especially those of them, the underworld gods, who are all sharpened through countless battles?

Don’t look at the Yaksha tribe’s underworld god now being quite tolerant and rational, but that’s really not as strong as others, so I have to bow my head.

The Yaksha tribe is famous for being fierce and bloodthirsty.

The stronger the bloodline of the underworld, the more violent the natural ones are.

This is true for the Yaksha tribe, and even more so for the Raksha tribe.

The old man of the Rakshasa clan in front of him was trapped in the Asura treasure house. He had been holding on for thousands of years, and the fierce temperament he had erupted can be imagined.

It happened that the God of the Underworld took the first move, which made it very fierce.

roar!

The old man roared to the sky, and the power of the gods all over his body burst out, and the twisted void ripples visible to the naked eye swept across the sky instantly

"Not good!" A chill suddenly rose behind the horned god who was the first to be hit. He even didn't want his two sledgehammers. When his body trembled, he would retreat like lightning to avoid the old man.

It's too late.

The old man lowered his head slightly, staring at the Horned God with his eyes indifferently, and casually let go of the giant hammer in his hands, and then suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed them.

Its fingers are slender and thin, with smooth curves, as if it is a perfect natural killing weapon, with purple-black and crystal-clear nails at the end.

As soon as he tried his hand, there were suddenly a purple-black force of the Rakshasa clan's underworld god entangled on his hands, intertwined like a pair of gloves, and naturally extended a series of sharp and sharp powers on his fingertips.

Scream

The fingertips of the fingertips slashed through the void, directly causing the void to tear out a series of broken and twisted slender trajectories.

The horned God on the opposite side could not even see the old man's specific movements clearly, and he only felt a black shadow flashing in front of him.

puff!

The old man inserted five fingers into the shoulder of the Horned God.

The heavy armor of the Hades outside the body of the Horned God and the power of the protective magic that lingers around the body cannot resist at all, just like tofu being broken in front of the Hundred Refining Divine Weapons.

"Ah!" The Horned God let out a shrill and terrifying roar, and his other hand was directly pinched into a claw like a spasm, and hurriedly grabbed the old man's hand.

The battles experienced by the God of the Underworld have been terrifyingly condensed. Even if they are crushed inch by blood, flesh, muscles and bones, they cannot make them suffer so much.

But only at this time the Horned God knew that the five fingers that the old man of the Rakshasa clan inserted into its shoulder were frantically devouring the origin of the God of the God of the God of the God of the body.

Its speed was so fast that in just a blink of an eye, nearly 20% of the origin of the Underworld God in its body!

The origin of a god of darkness is so majestic that it is like a mountain or a sea.

But in just a moment, 20% of it was lost.

"Hahahaha." Faced with the painful struggle of the Horned God, the old man of the Rakshasa tribe laughed rebelliously, and his laughter was filled with joy.

Swish!

It also grabbed the other hand and easily penetrated the armor and protective magic of the Horned God. With both hands, it directly tore off one of the shoulders of the Horned God, and the blood of the Dark God splashed in the sky.

"roll!"

The old man of the Rakshasa clan threw off the arm of the horned God, and threw the seriously injured horned God like a meteor, hitting the bronze ground heavily.

Immediately afterwards, its pair of fierce and fierce eyes looked around the god of the underworld.

"Form a formation!"

"careful!"

The remaining six gods of the underworld, including the headed gods of the Yaksha clan, were all alert and formed a defensive formation between each other.

"Hmph!" The old men of the Rakshasa clan didn't care about their reactions at all. They flashed and disappeared from the spot, rushing towards the formation of the Nether God.

In the distance, the gods of the human race, and even Cheng Yuan and other generals were a little shocked to see it.

"Be careful, let's not provoke the Rakshasa." Elder Wang said solemnly, and even set up a blue magical shield to protect Longshan, Cheng Yuan and other generals.

Buzz ~!

The power of the war shocks in the distance came in waves.

This distance is too close to the power of the war at the God-level level, so that Cheng Yuan felt a little numb when he felt the aftermath of the battle.

"Rakshasa?"

After entering here, he kept paying attention to all this silently and thought in his heart.

"Asura and Rakshasa are all shrine monsters in mythology in previous lives."

"The first person I encountered in the prison was the Rakshasa clan. But now the old man of the Rakshasa clan is really strong, and one of them can defeat the seven gods of the underworld!"
Chapter completed!