Zhao Yun saw clearly that the people chasing and killing the old magic stick were the strong men of Rakshasa Palace.

Daluo Immortal Sect is full of enemies all over the world, it is true, you can bump into a few wherever you go.

While he was talking, the old magic stick had fallen into a dead ancient star.

When Zhao Yun arrived, a chaotic battle was already taking place in the mountains.

The people of the Rakshasa Palace are so majestic that even the old magic stick with a hammer can't stand firm.

Bang!

Zhao Yun opened his golden body and fell from the sky with a loud bang.

The ground trembled under this foot, the world shook, and everyone who was caught off guard suffered the aftermath, flying all over the sky. The worst thing was that the person under Zhao Yun's feet had turned into a pool of blood and mud.

"Zhao Yun?"

Seeing the visitor, the people in the Rakshasa Palace trembled.

This guy is a ruthless person and has already destroyed two of his veins.

Compared to them, the old magician was particularly happy, let’s just say! He didn’t deserve to be killed, and someone came to the rescue at the critical moment. Zhao Yun alone was enough to deal with these little bastards.

"Rakshasa Palace...did you catch any of my relatives or friends?"

Zhao Yun said calmly, his words shaking the heavenly sky like thunder.

While speaking, he also opened the desperate situation, the demonic way and the evil spirit, whose combat power has reached its peak. Obviously, he is not ready to let these people beat him up. It is rare to encounter them, so they must be rounded up.

Walk!

The powerful people in Rakshasa Palace turned around and ran away without even thinking about it.

There is no way to fight this battle. No matter how strong they are, can they be stronger than the demigods? Even the old master of blood and yin has been destroyed. They are not enough to fill their teeth. Zhao Yun has activated the god-level skill and needs to temporarily avoid the edge.

boom!

Zhao Yun ascended to the sky in one step, and the light of a hundred-foot sword swept across the void.

When the blood suddenly appeared, those with slower legs would bleed on the spot.

Zheng!

The old magic stick is not idle either. He logs into Tianxiao with his sword, not to fight to the death, but to provide support. He just needs to help contain it. The rest is left to Zhao Yun. Are you planning to escape when he comes?

"God's Punishment: Thunderous."

Zhao Yun fired thunder, and lightning enveloped the world.

Before the strong men could stand firm, they were all struck by lightning.

"Take my sword."

The leader of the Rakshasa Palace strongman drew a galaxy with his sword.

This was a good blow, and he almost cut off Zhao Yun's golden body with one sword.

"Master of the Ninth Hall of Rakshasa, he is indeed worthy of his reputation." Mr. Zhao said coldly and calmly, turned his hand and slapped him. The dignified Immortal King at the peak of his realm was killed on the spot.

Even the palace master knelt down, and the rest were not much better.

The Holy Son of Da Luo is so brave that he is truly a one-sided crusher.

When the roar was extinguished, there was no one left standing in the mountains except Zhao Yun and the old magic stick. Including the Lord of the Nine Rakshasa Halls, a total of thirteen Immortal Kings were suppressed.

"You haven't slept in vain these eighteen years." The old magician lamented.

How long has it been since then? I still remember that when Zhao Yun came to the Immortal Sect, he was still in the Cave Void Realm.

This time, he is already a quasi-immortal king, and his combat power can definitely crush the immortal king.

"Have you caught any of my relatives and friends?" Zhao Yun was filled with evil spirits.

"Not caught." The spirit of the Lord of the Nine Rakshasa Halls was distorted.

Zhao Yun immediately swung his golden sword and chopped down a strong Rakshasa. He was killing the chicken to scare the monkeys. If he didn't answer the question honestly, the consequences would be serious. His patience was limited.

"Not caught." The master of the Ninth Hall of Rakshasa turned pale.

Zhao Yun didn't say anything, and slashed him directly with the knife.

The wailing sound that followed was so shrill that the old magician on the side looked at him was sighing. He hadn't seen this guy out for a walk in many years, but he was a bit more ruthless than eighteen years ago.

Cruel as it is, Zhao Yun didn't get the answer he wanted.

I'm afraid this group of people just came out and they really don't know anything about it.

He didn't kill anyone, and all of them were collected into the Zi Mansion, where they would be of great use in the future.

Well! His Zi Mansion is bustling with excitement. They are all Immortal Kings, and all of them have good status. Putting them together like this, the situation is indescribably embarrassing. They are all allies, and they have all been captured.

"Let's heal the wounds first." Zhao Yun stuffed in a few pills.

"Good boy, let's go out." The old magician chuckled.

"I....."

"Quick, quick, Qilin, there is Qilin."
Chapter completed!