The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Patriarch Sang was the first to sense King Rakshasa's movements. As early as a few days ago, Blood Rakshasa showed signs of breaking through, so he was extra careful. When he closed his eyes in the wing room to recuperate, he first felt the ground. With a flick, a suffocating smell of blood filled the air, and he knew that the Rakshasa King was about to break through.

The blood pool and palace cast by Sang Qiuhan back then were all made of Wannian black iron, which is the hardest and most capable of suppressing the strength of the blood raksha. Therefore, if he wants to break free from the shackles of the blood pool and the palace, he must have the strength of the Rakshasa King.

However, how can the Rakshasa King be cultivated casually?

In order to help Sang Qiuhan, the Sang family racked their brains and resorted to all means, even feeding them with human blood. Everything that has not yet been recovered is left behind for the time being.

King Raksha broke free from the black iron chains tied to his feet, destroyed the Xuantie Palace and the blood pool, and all the forbidden areas of the Sang family collapsed. The Mingshan outside all sensed it.

Patriarch Sikong looked at the blood cloud above his head, felt the increasingly thick bloody smell around him, and frowned: "Oops, he is absorbing the blood energy of Mingshan!"

As soon as the words fell, all the masters of the Sikong family were surprised to find that their companions began to bleed from the seven orifices, and fine blood beads oozed from the skin. Shouts of terror.

Patriarch Sikong also felt that his blood was leaving his body little by little. At this moment, he didn't care about protecting himself, but took a big step, and walked up to Sikong Changfeng who was supporting his body with a sword. He touched his big acupoint to protect his heart veins, and then he slapped Sikong Changfeng's back with a palm, continuously pouring internal energy into his body.

Sikong Changfeng's rapidly draining blood energy got a bit of relief, but the price he paid was huge. After a while, Patriarch Sikong became a blood man.

Sikong Changfeng looked at him in disbelief: "Father..."

"Don't talk!" Patriarch Sikong's internal strength is quite deep, but it seems a bit unsightly in front of the powerful Rakshasa King. He almost tried his best to save his son's life.

Sikong Changfeng wants to stop his father, this is a meaningless sacrifice at all, he is just delaying the speed of being sucked dry, but his father may take his life for this.

Patriarch Sikong's complexion gradually turned pale: "In the past, my father was sorry for you, but in the future, you have to take care of yourself."

Is this the last words before dying? No matter how much he complained, at this moment, it seems to have disappeared. He is his father, the closest person in the world. If he failed to level the bowl of water between the two sons, but in the end He did not hesitate to risk his life to save himself, Sikong Changfeng no longer complained, no longer hated.

"Father……"

"In the grievances between the two families, your mother is innocent. I don't ask you to treat her kindly. I only ask you not to embarrass her when you inherit the position of Patriarch in the future..."

"Father, I..."

"Your brother is useless, but he is your close relative after all. You discipline him well on my behalf, and don't let him make mistakes again..."

After saying the last word, Patriarch Sikong exhausted his internal energy and fell to the ground with a bang.

Falling together with him were many masters of the Sikong family, as well as many disciples in Chaoyang Hall.

Mingshan... has fallen!

The little Rakshasa whized up into the air, pointed in the direction of Sikong's house, baring his teeth and claws: "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." He didn't know what he was saying.

In Chaoyang Palace, the three little black eggs were sucked up by the huge internal force.

Little Raksha yelled a few times, swished over, and caught the little black eggs floating in mid-air.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"Little Rakshasa jumped!

Yu Wan was also sucked into the air.

Little Raksha pulled Yu Wan down again, and then, it looked in the direction of the Sang family, with its hips on its hips, and continued to mutter, really not knowing what it was talking about, but it looked so angry!

In the babbling of little Rakshasa countless times, the figure of King Rakshasa finally appeared.

The blood cloud in the sky seems to have condensed into a solid piece of blood jade, and the river at the foot of Mingshan is almost blood red. King Rakshasa is wearing a demon red toga, the corners of which flutter in the wind, like a stream of flowing water. Bloody Serum.

His appearance is definitely not good-looking, although due to his powerful skills, he still has black hair for a long time, but his skin is as white as a ghost, his face with intertwined veins, and his blood-red deep sunken eyes, even The blue sky and the white sun looked really scary.

The only one who is used to his appearance is probably little Luosha.

The moment the little Raksha saw him, he swooped towards him!

He stretched out his fingertips with black nails, pointed in the air, and the blood around him instantly condensed into a three-foot-wide blood path in the air. The little Rakshasa jumped too fast and fell, hitting several times on the blood path. Xiao Gun, Kankan stopped in front of him.

Afterwards, Little Rakshasa started its performance.

It pointed to the masters of the Sang family, gestured to draw a bow and arrow, it fell to the ground, and gestured to take out a hook, it fell to the ground again, with its head tilted, eyes rolled, and tongue frantically sticking out!

The hearts of the masters of the Sang family were shocked!

Before they could explain, King Rakshasa moved his fingertips, and all their blood was drained.

King Rakshasa condensed their blood energy into a black-red blood pill, and threw it into the hands of little Rakshasa.

Little Raksha hugged the blood pill and started playing contentedly.

The Sikong family and the Chaoyang Palace members all heaved a sigh of relief. Even if they were fools, they could see that little Luocha was on their side. His own master killed him, which shows how much he cares about little Raksha. Little Raksha is their friend. If the Raksha king doesn't look at the monk's face and see the Buddha's face, he won't embarrass them.

No one expected that, before their breath was over, King Rakshasa made a move on Mingshan.

Little Raksha jumped up, opened his small arms, and stood in front of Mingshan, preventing King Rakshasa from attacking Mingshan. However, this time, Rakshasa didn't do what he wanted.

Little Raksha bared his teeth fiercely at him! If you really want to move Mingshan, you will step over it!

King Rakshasa didn't even lift his eyelids, and with a wave of his big hand, little Rakshasa disappeared.

He naturally wouldn't hurt Little Raksha, but he wouldn't allow Little Raksha to stop it either. "

In the Chaoyang Palace, Qingyan, who was evacuating his disciples to leave the Mingshan Mountain, felt the murderous aura of King Rakshasa, and was so angry that he beat and scolded: "Oh, this lunatic! He, he, he, he...he made another move!"

Old Cui hid on the table: "Xuanxuanxuanxuan... Xuantie! Don't you have some kind of Xuantie?"

"Yes, Xuantie!" Qingyan strode back to the house, and took out the Xuantie weapon that he had prepared early in the morning, but all the weapons were shattered into a puddle of powder before he could make a move.

This is Wannian black iron, it can be crushed like this with only a little internal force, what kind of perverted existence is Rakshasa King...?

Before he could come up with an answer, Qingyan was sucked out by a huge suction force.

"Qingyan!"

When he brushed past Yu Wan, Yu Wan quickly grabbed his arm.

The internal force also fell on Yu Wan's body without any accident. Seeing that the blood energy in Yu Wan's body was about to be sucked away, Yu Wan's stomach suddenly moved, and a coercion of a holy king burst out, and that internal force blocked back.

King Rakshasa froze for a moment.

"Holy... King..."

The ugly and hoarse voice, with a strange tone, seemed to be whispering from a monster.

King Rakshasa's salivating eyes fell on Yu Wan's stomach unabashedly.

The holy king is a great tonic for the blood Rakshasa, especially as the queen of the Rakshasa, the blood of ordinary people can no longer enhance his skills, and Yu Wan's pure Yin blood is fine, or the blood of the holy king in her belly, At least it can improve his skill to another level.

King Rakshasa resolutely put aside his grievances with Patriarch Sikong, stretched out his hand and grabbed the chubby little girl.

However, the moment he grabbed it, a small figure flashed over!

He grabbed the little Rakshasa.

Little Raksha faced down, stretched his head, and looked at him cutely from under his pants.

King Rakshasa frowned, and threw little Rakshasa away again.

But when he grabbed Yu Wan for the second time, little Rakshasa rolled back again.

He looked at the little Rakshasa who was caught in his hands again, and finally became angry.