The appearance of Little Luo Zheng could make all the Rakshasa frightened, and the ancestors change their expressions.
And when the head popped out from Little Luo Zheng's shoulder, other than making Luo Shang's soul almost leave his body, the other Rakshasa mostly felt that it was funny.
But what they heard next made everything seem wrong.
The person in charge of making jokes said that there were so many Rakshasa, and then let that abnormally powerful ancestor quickly deal with it?
Was this something you should say?
Was this something you should say to such an ancestor?
When the joke reached the point where they couldn't laugh anymore, the Rakshasa naturally ignored this head...
And then, what did we hear?
Can he serve the master?
So the person in charge of making jokes was the ancestor who looked very scary!
The Rakshasa ancestors only had the time to change their perception at the level of consciousness before they were blasted into pieces by the two words "Luo Zheng"!
Luo Zheng.
This was a nobility that the Rakshasa were not qualified to come into contact with, and only existed in the respectful words of the old ancestors and the chief deacon.
In the words, this was an existence that could make the ancestors kneel, an existence that killed the successor of the Evil Emperor who had trampled on the Blood Mist Realm in the foreign battlefield a long time ago...
And now, he appeared in front of them?
And he appeared in the form of calling himself Xiaonu?
At this moment, from the chief deacon Luo Fen to the Sages who were qualified to participate in the evil killing event, they all felt that the world of the Rakshasa Prison had been mercilessly turned upside down...
But there were still some Rakshasa who knew the truth of the matter.
And the so-called truth was that this unreasonably young ancestor was really called Luo Zheng.
At this moment, they didn't have the mood to lament about this matter, and they also didn't have the mood to think that the Rakshasa called Luo Zheng would definitely stand out.
The only thing they wanted to do was to use the fastest speed to explain this matter to their ancestors and the Parliament's Great Deacon Luo Fen, so as to avoid the possibility of the Blood Monga Realm being destroyed by Lord Luo Zheng's anger.
But no matter how fast they were, they couldn't be faster than little Luo Zheng, who wanted to share the burden of their master, and they couldn't be faster than the blood-colored river that hung in the sky.
The first thing the Rakshasa sensed when the Blood River appeared was not the terror imposed by a higher being, but blankness.
Then, the pressure formed by the aura of the Blood Essence attacked.
Plop …
Plop …
Plop …
…
Everywhere, the Rakshasa knelt down.
This kind of kneeling should have come from the bottom of his heart.
However, because of the word 'Xiaonu' that came out of little Luo Zheng's mouth, they kneeled unwillingly.
"Lord, Lord Luo Zheng, i-it's impossible for him to be a slave!"
"He, he may be noble, but he's not Lord Luo Zheng!"
"Although we, although we, although we have knelt, but our ancestors, our ancestors, will absolutely not!"
…
He raised his head with difficulty and looked over. The Rakshasa were gratified.
Because none of the ancestors he saw knelt down.
Except …
Luo Fen.
Luo Fen knelt down.
After a moment of hesitation.
He was fortunate enough to experience the birth of the ancient Rakshasa Lord Luo Zheng in the Senate.
He heard the surging sound of the ancient blood pool in the depths of the Senate …
He heard the footsteps of Lord Luo Zheng hitting the Heart of Life …
He heard Lord Luo Zheng ridicule the successor of the Evil Emperor …
He saw the elders kneeling down.
He saw the snow-white feet that were half-covered by the white clothes …
…
The only pity was that he didn't have the qualification, nor the courage, to look at Lord Luo Zheng's appearance.
That was the reason why he hesitated for a moment.
But what ended his hesitation was the knowledge that a normal Grand Deacon in the Senate should have —
"Two, two kinds of blood essence pressure, one of them is equally strong …"
Was there someone as strong as Lord Luo Zheng in the Rakshasa Prison?
No.
Was there someone as strong as Lord Luo Zheng in the Senate of the Senate?
Also no.
In that case, just kneel down to him.
If the long river of blood that erupted from little Luo Zheng opened a path that shocked the 36 Blood Realms …
Luo Fen's kneeling in front of little Luo Zheng sent all the Rakshasa and the ancestors on their way.
The moment he knelt, the kneeling Rakshasa felt as if they were struck by lightning.
The ancestors, who were still standing proudly against the blood essence pressure of unknown origin, widened their pupils and planned to kneel down to suppress the souls that were about to fly out of their bodies.
But it was too slow.
Or it could be said that little Luo Zheng's desire to share his master's burden was too urgent.
As his hands pressed down, the void within a million miles seemed to be compressed.
Especially the void in front of him, at some point, seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, and had to shoot out nine streaks of blood.
The color of blood was the shape of a scimitar, but the Rakshasa understood that the shape of the scimitar represented the blood mantis, and represented one of the 13 clans, Luo? Guanshen Emperor?
Legend had it that the ancestors of the 13 clans had different strengths.
Ancestor Luo?? Rui? Rui? Mao Chengui? Empty Prize Sui?
Although he wasn't the strongest among the 13 Forefathers, his attacks were the sharpest.
And Luo?? Guanshen Emperor??? Turbulent Xianxian Emperor? Chasing Yue Xianma? Sui? Sui? Hui? Zhuan Zheng? Vinegar Miscellaneous Forgive
The so-called Sui, according to legend, was a small boat in the long river of blood.
The two ends of the boat were raised high, shaped like a scimitar, and the body was like a grasshopper, braving the wind and waves, vast and mighty.
Almost everyone in the Blood Mongol Realm, which was named after grasshopper, had a skill that could show the ancestor Luo? Delicious Badger Cui.
But they never dared to believe that this kind of flashy killing, which was purely to show glory, would instantly pierce the hearts of the nine ancestors …
Then, it flew over the heads of the other dozens of ancestors.
Seeing this scene, the doubts that had just been reignited in the hearts of the Rakshasa of the Blood Mongol Realm instantly disappeared.
Because they understood that the reason why the other dozens of ancestors could escape with their lives …
It was not that little Luo Zheng could not.
It was also not that little Luo Zheng missed.
It was the dozens of ancestors who knelt down.
Because of this kneeling, they fell off from the path of the nine streaks of blood …
But even if they were lucky to escape, their scalps were still cold, just like their hearts when they saw the nine ancestors fall.
Even if the nine ancestors saw Luo Feng kneeling down, in the face of certain death, would they not hide? Would they not resist?
Of course not.
For existences like the ancestors, even if it was really Lord Luo Zheng in front of them, even if they had been disrespectful to Lord Luo Zheng, if they escaped, they would at most accept a more severe punishment, and absolutely would not use their own lives to atone for the sin of disrespect.
So they were very clear that it was not that the nine peers did not want to hide, but that they could not hide.
No …
Feeling the cold scalps, the fear in their hearts was constantly telling them —
It was not that they could not hide.
But that they could not find him.
This was even more terrifying than not being able to hide.
"So, this, this really is, is Luo Zheng Lord …"
So, when Luo Feng trembled and said "Lord", they also trembled and opened their mouths.
"Gree-Greet Lord, Lord, we, we have eyes but failed to see, to offend Lord, please, please forgive us …"
As for what kind of existence was the one who had asked Lord Luo Zheng to hurry up, they did not even dare to think about it.
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