Iron Cross Fire

Hearing the call, King Rakshasa turned his head and looked over.

Seeing that it was Meng Ao, King Rakshasa showed a smile, feeling relieved and excited at the same time: "Haha... God will not kill me!"

After saying that, King Rakshasa looked behind Meng Ao: "Why are you alone? Where is your eldest brother?"

In King Rakshasa's heart, although his second son Meng Ao was strong, his personality was too impulsive, and the one he loved most in his heart was his eldest son Meng Lang. Only Meng Lang can inherit his throne.

Made.

When he saw his father, he asked his eldest brother first. Meng Ao felt very uncomfortable and extremely annoyed.

In what way am I no worse than Meng Lang? But my father always believed that Meng Lang was the next generation of Rakshasa King. Why?

Thinking to himself, Meng Ao suppressed his anger and looked very hurt: "Father, big brother... something happened to him."

As he said that, Meng Ao pretended to wipe his tears and continued: "One day ago, the Kyushu army made a surprise attack. My eldest brother personally went into battle. In the end, he was seriously injured by Yue Feng from Kyushu. Because his injuries were too severe, he could not be saved..."

What?

King Rakshasa was shaken, his heart ached extremely, and his eyes became red.

The eldest son, Wen Tao Wu Lue, was a rare and virtuous talent in the Rakshasa clan for a century, but he died young now.

puff!

Heartbroken, the Rakshasa King couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Ao was taken aback and quickly stepped forward to try to help the Rakshasa King. At the same time, he comforted him: "Father, people cannot be resurrected after death. The people of Kyushu are so cunning and despicable. I swear that I will kill all the people of Kyushu for the sake of my elder brother." revenge."

Just as he said that, Meng Ao was stunned.

They saw that King Rakshasa's legs were completely broken, and the blood on them had solidified.

It turned out that after Rakshasa King and Yang Jian fell into the abyss, they fought fiercely on this platform for a day and night. In the end, Rakshasa King broke his legs and Yang Jian also broke his heart.

"Yes, we must avenge Meng Lang." King Rakshasa was extremely angry and said coldly: "You will take me up later and destroy this platform. Yang Jian is hiding deep in the cave. His injuries are not much better than mine. , without the platform here, he will be trapped here to death. "

Um!

Meng Ao responded, his eyes moving but not moving. At the same time, he also let go of the hand supporting the Rakshasa King.

My father's legs were broken and he was no longer a threat to me, so why take him back? Let a man with broken legs take away the royal power that is about to fall into his hands?

"Meng Ao, you..."

Seeing the change in Meng Ao's expression, King Rakshasa frowned and said weakly: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Take me up quickly."

call!

Meng Ao took a deep breath and shook his head: "Father, please forgive me for not being able to do it. I think it's better for you to stay here."

"What did you say?"

King Rakshasa's expression changed and he glared at Meng Ao: "You rebellious son, do you want to abandon me as your father?"

As he said that, the Rakshasa King vaguely guessed something and asked, "Let me ask you, did you kill your eldest brother?" The Rakshasa King was very resourceful. From the situation in front of him, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Meng Ao, and the eldest son His death is also full of strangeness.

"good!"

Meng Ao looked ferocious and said loudly: "He was deceived by two Kyushu women. He wants to talk to the Kyushu continent. He has completely lost the blood of the Rakshasa clan. Such a person is not worthy of being the heir of the Rakshasa clan, let alone Be the king of the next generation.”

"you..."

King Rakshasa trembled with anger and pointed at Meng Ao: "You actually killed your eldest brother. You are brothers of the same flesh and blood. You traitor, you bastard, I will kill you, kill you..."

As he said that, the Rakshasa King wanted to stand up, but his legs were broken. In addition to the constant fierce battle with Yang Jian, he was too injured and couldn't move at all.

Hahaha...

Seeing this scene, Meng Ao laughed up to the sky and said coldly: "Everything I did was for the future of the Rakshasa clan. What's wrong with me? And you, want to kill me?"

As he said that, Meng Ao's internal energy was running, he was suspended in mid-air, and he said word by word: "Since you have no father-son affection for me, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

After the words fell, Meng Ao clenched the bone knife and swung it out fiercely.

Buzz!

A sword shadow was seen slashing out, directly smashing the platform into pieces. Large pieces of rubble fell into the magma below, leaving only a small area under the Rakshasa King.

King Rakshasa was so frightened and furious that he vomited blood.

"You are my father after all. If I don't kill you, you can just fend for yourself here." Meng Ao said coldly, turned around, and quickly climbed up the wall with the help of the bone knife in his hand.

To be honest, at that moment, Meng Ao wanted to kill the Rakshasa King.

But then I thought about it, maybe some clan members would come down to check on me in the future. Once they knew that I had killed my father, it would definitely have a bad impact.

And if he destroyed the platform, the Rakshasa King would have his legs broken and would never be able to come up. He would only be trapped alive below. By then, his death will have nothing to do with him.

"The treasonous son, the treasonous son..."

For a time, the roar of the Rakshasa King continued to echo at the bottom of the abyss.

But Meng Ao just pretended not to hear it and kept climbing up the wall. After a few minutes, he finally reached the top.

Hooray!

As soon as he went up, the warriors from the surrounding Wild Wolf Group quickly gathered around him.

"Your Majesty!" The leader of the Wild Wolf Group asked Meng Ao with a face of urgency: "How is the situation down there? Is there any trace of the king?" At the top of the abyss, several kilometers away from the bottom, the roar of the Rakshasa King made them Can't hear it at all.

Meng Ao glared at him and said coldly: "What king? There is nothing down there. What crime do you deserve if you falsely spread the news?"

The matter of the Rakshasa King down there must not be known to anyone.

Plop!

Feeling Meng Ao's anger, the leader of the Wild Wolf Group trembled and quickly knelt on the ground: "Prince, spare me, I saw the fragments of the King's armor here, and I thought the King was down there..."

The surrounding Wild Wolf Group warriors were also terrified.

The Rakshasa tribe has strict military law, and those who spread false information will be beheaded.

Seeing that they were all scared, Meng Ao's eyes flashed a sneer, and then raised his hand: "Okay, now that the war is imminent, I won't bother with you."

As he said, Meng Ao looked around and continued: "All Wild Wolf Group warriors listen to the order, return immediately to agree, wait for the battle order, and I will send someone else to find the King."

"Yes, Prince!"

Soon, under the leadership of Meng Ao, hundreds of Wild Wolf Group warriors quickly rushed towards the camp.

Bang, bang, bang...

After walking a few miles, Meng Ao frowned and raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Then he saw two figures fighting fiercely in the air not far away, an old monk and a young monk. The young monk held a huge axe in his hand, shining with golden light, shocking everyone.

It was Duan Yu and Moruoye.

It's bad! People from the Rakshasa tribe!

Seeing Meng Ao and the Wild Wolf Group, Duan Yu and Moruoye's faces changed.

Then, Duan Yu's eyes turned and he shouted to Meng Ao: "All Rakshasa warriors, the one fighting with me is Moruoye, a high monk from Linyin Temple. It was he who informed the Kyushu Continent that you were stopped here by the Kyushu army. Please help me kill him!"

To be honest, with Duan Yu's personality, he would never ask others for help, but there was no way, Moruoye was too strong.

I succeeded in the initial raid and injured Moruoye, but I still couldn't suppress him in the following battle.

Now, so many people from the Rakshasa tribe suddenly came. Even if I killed Moruoye, it would be dangerous. It would be better to ask these people from the Rakshasa tribe for help. At that time, I can save some energy and leave calmly.

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