Chapter 3138: Prince Feitian

Nie Tian listened to Gui Huang Wujiang's words, his face was gloomy, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Gui Huang Wujiang's face was also gloomy, his eyes swept over Yu Luo and others, and whispered: "Yu Luo and others are all gift-givers. After meeting other people from the Shura clan, Yu Luo and others will be sent over."

"Send over?" Nie Tian frowned, and suppressed anger surged in his eyes.

Send over, these three words are easy to say.

But the lives of Yu Luo and others will be ruined.

Yu Luo and others can be said to be the most outstanding female geniuses of the Rakshasa clan. They actually paid tribute to other Shura clans in such a humiliating way. It is simply unacceptable!

"Is this the reason why you warned me to stay away from Her Highness the Saint?" Nie Tian frowned and looked at Gui Huang Wujiang and asked.

"Yeah." Guihuang Wujiang nodded, his face was very ugly, and he said: "Nie Tian, ​​don't worry about the matter of the gift-givers. Yu Luo and the others sacrificed for the Rakshasa clan, and their sacrifice is valuable."

"Valuable?" Nie Tian's eyes sank, and he asked coldly: "You regard this kind of shame as valuable? Have you ever thought about what will happen to Her Highness the Saint and others after they are given to other Shuras?"

"In my opinion, the gift-givers are not the value of the Rakshasa clan, but a shame!"

Guihuang Wujiang's face became even uglier when he heard Nie Tian's words.

He is not a fool, and he understands what Nie Tian said.

But what can he do?

The rules of the gift-givers have existed for millions of years.

For a long time, the Rakshasa clan has been lingering in this shameful way.

If they do not become the gift-givers, they will not only lose the opportunity to enter the Holy Demon Secret Realm, but may even be hunted down by other Shuras, making them unable to survive in the Ten Thousand Realms.

In order for the Rakshasa clan to survive, the matter of the gift-giver must be carried out.

"Nie Tian, ​​I know you are very angry, but please don't interfere in this matter." Guihuang Wujiang looked at Nie Tian and said solemnly.

Yu Luo became a gift-giver, and his heart was also sad.

He and Yu Luo grew up together and were like brothers and sisters.

Asking him to personally give Yu Luo to others, this kind of pain is simply heartbreaking.

But he had no choice, he had to do it!

Even all the gift-givers, including Yu Luo, knew the situation they were facing, but they had no choice.

Just like the dark-winged Shura in front of him, a scumbag.

The gift-giver of the Rakshasa clan was about to be abused by such a person.

Thinking of this, Guihuang Wujiang had a burst of anger.

But he still had reason, and for the continuation of the Rakshasa clan, he had to endure.

"I know." Nie Tian's eyes condensed slightly, and he said lightly.

Guihuang Wujiang frowned, but his face was very embarrassed, and he was very worried.

He knew that people like Nie Tian would never give up.

A moment later, under the leadership of the Dark Wing Shura, Nie Tian and others came to a high altitude.

Under their feet was a lake with a radius of hundreds of thousands of meters.

"The legendary Holy Demon Lake!" Gui Huang Wujiang looked at the lake below, his eyes trembling, and he was very surprised.

"Holy Demon Lake!" Nie Tian frowned, looked down, and his spiritual sense sensed the past, and his eyes trembled in surprise.

Over the Holy Demon Lake, there was a thick mist suspended, and the mist actually released a very strong breath of holy power.

In an instant, Nie Tian understood that the Holy Demon Lake below was actually condensed by the holy power of heaven and earth.

The holy power of heaven and earth was so strong that it condensed into a lake. The huge amount of holy power contained in it can be imagined.

The expressions of others were also shocked, and their eyes were extremely hot.

"Rebellion of the Rakshasa clan, you are finally here." At this time, a low voice suddenly sounded in the void, and then a figure appeared.

Nie Tian looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in white. He had a delicate face and was more handsome than most women.

The most striking thing was that the man in white had blood-red hair that flew in the air like flames, giving people a very fiery feeling.

At this time, the man in white was looking at Nie Tian and others with a cold look, looking superior.

"Feitian Shura Clan!" Guihuang Wujiang looked at the man in white, his eyes trembled violently, and he growled in his heart.

He recognized at a glance that the man in white was from the Feitian Shura Clan.

The most obvious feature of the Feitian Shura Clan is the blood-red hair.

The reason why Guihuang Wujiang was so excited was because the Feitian Shura Clan was the biggest enemy of the Rakshasa Clan.

Even the Feitian Blood Curse in the blood power of the Rakshasa Clan was given by the Feitian Shura Clan.

The shame of the gift-giver was also a rule set by the Feitian Shura Clan.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the tragedy of the Raksha clan was all caused by the Feitian Shura clan!

Now, among all the Shuras, the Feitian Shura clan is the most powerful.

How could Guihuang Wujiang not be excited when he saw the biggest enemy of his clan.

"Raksha is rebellious, you have no right to be angry in front of this prince!" At this time, the man in white felt the anger of Guihuang Wujiang, frowned, sneered, and then stretched out his big hand, slapped it down with a palm, and the violent force pressed down the void and attacked Guihuang Wujiang.

"Boom!" In the void, a blood-colored handprint appeared, rolling like a blood-colored wave, and the breath was extremely violent.

Guihuang Wujiang frowned, and the Nishen Rakshasa appeared in his hand. He slashed out with a gun, and the gun shadow whistled into the sky, stirring the void to tremble.

"Boom!" The next moment, the gun shadow and the blood-colored handprint collided with each other, and the void roared.

The blood-colored handprint was extremely strange, and suddenly wrapped around the gun shadow, and it actually rotated like a hurricane.

"Boom! Bang bang bang..." Under the pressure of huge power, the gun shadow was twisted and shattered in the air.

"Boom!" The next moment, the blood-colored handprint suddenly became violent and swooped down towards Guihuang Wujiang.

"Not good!" Nie Tian saw this scene, his eyes trembled, and he screamed.

The strength of the man in white was very strong, and he had reached the realm of the eighth-level pseudo-saint.

Even Guihuang Wujiang could not compete head-on with the man in white.

How could he know that this man in white was the prince of Feitian Shura Clan, Feitian Langchen!

"Roar!" In the split second between life and death, Nie Tian did not hesitate, the dragon energy in his body surged out, the red dragon burst out, roared to the sky, and rushed towards the bloody handprint in the sky.

"Boom!" In the void, the dragon shadow was like a mountain, violently attacking, and the bloody handprint was smashed into pieces.

However, the violent power exploded and raged in the space, which was still very terrifying.

Guihuang Wujiang's figure was hit and flew back hundreds of meters away. After stabilizing his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

And Nie Tian, ​​also stepped back a few steps, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The strength of Prince Feitian was too strong. Even if Guihuang Wujiang and Nie Tian attacked, they could only barely block it.