Looking at the Huo Ying Feng Nao in front of him, a strange look flashed in the eyes of Chief Barry.
The Fire Infant Phoenix is the creature closest to the divine bird, ranking second only to the Suzaku.
The bloodline in the body is almost the same as that of the Suzaku mythical beast, but the reputation of the Fire Infant Phoenix is not as famous as that of the Suzaku and the Phoenix.
No wonder the surrounding races stood up one after another with shocked expressions on their faces.
Many Rakshasa clan couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to eat the brains of Huo Yingfeng immediately.
"Thank you so much, Chief of the Nether Clan!"
Chief Barry thanked him profusely.
Bowls of rare food were brought up from the back of the hall.
Most of the things put in front of the Nether Clan are all kinds of weird poisonous insects for the Nether Clan to enjoy.
What was placed in front of the Bone Clan was some rare fruit pulp. The Bone Clan liked to soak their heads in the fruit pulp.
As for the ghosts, there are clouds of mist in front of them. This is the air of the undead collected by the Rakshasa tribe, which is most suitable for the ghosts to absorb.
The three major races have different foods.
The Stone Tribe is relatively simple and mainly eats meat.
The hall was filled with all kinds of obscenities, especially after drinking special spirits. Some ghosts transformed into ghost forms and shuttled through the hall.
The Hades also revealed their true nature and made many outrageous actions.
Only the Bone Clan buried their heads in the pulp and sucked greedily.
"Clan leader, it's time to start!"
The leader of the Rakshasa clan who was in charge of the ceremony walked up to the clan leader and said in his ear.
"let's start!"
A hint of impatience flashed across the faces of the Barry clan members.
The Nether Clan and the Ghost Clan were invited by him, and no matter what indecent things they do, they must endure it.
The ten major races have different characteristics, and the rules between the major races are also different.
A series of strange musical instruments sounded, and the sound was extremely harsh.
A large number of Rakshasa tribe began to dance happily, which was the joy of their Rakshasa tribe.
The Nether Clan and the Ghost Clan returned to where they were and looked quietly at the top of the hall.
Holy Son Anru put on a set of black robes, looking like a giant monkey, looking very funny.
The most important thing is that the material of the robe is not human fabric, but woven from special tree strips.
…
Inside the house!
"The auspicious time has come, take her out."
The old woman standing on both sides of Qing Muling said.
Two Rakshasa women supported Qing Muling and walked towards the main hall.
Qing Muling's cultivation level has been controlled and he can only be at the mercy of others.
With the help of two people, he left the house.
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"Yue Qianchou, how long does it take to reach the Rakshasa clan?"
For a day, they traveled non-stop, almost without stopping, and still did not reach the Rakshasa tribe.
"Hurry, hurry!"
Yue Qianchou was equally anxious. Judging from the time, the wedding banquet had already begun.
"I'll go first, and you guys will follow!"
After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he used the Wind Riding Technique and disappeared like a bright light.
Except for Jade Rakshasa who could barely keep up, Yue Qianchou and another commander couldn't catch up with Liu Wuxie at all.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Wuxie traveled hundreds of millions of miles and finally saw the Rakshasa tribe.
With his ghost eyes, the entire Rakshasa clan can be seen.
When he saw the scene in the main hall, a strong killing intent swept out.
In the main hall!
Qing Muling was helped out and stood in front of Anlu. The wedding banquet style of the Rakshasa tribe was generally similar to that of the human race.
"Clan Chief Barry, do you think Yama can kill Liu Wuxie?"
Chief Antuo asked in a low voice, lowering his voice.
"Definitely, Liu Wuxie will definitely die."
Chief Barry said swornly.
He is the only remaining member of the Yama clan, and his strength is terrifying.
If he couldn't kill Liu Wuxie even with his attacks, then no one in the entire reincarnation world would be Liu Wuxie's opponent.
"Old ghost, I heard that you sent out the Death-Destroying Ghost King Order, why was Liu Wuxie still able to escape?"
The leader of the Nether Clan asked the Ghost Emperor at this time.
Their ghost clan took the lead, and it stands to reason that Liu Wuxie would definitely die.
"You have to ask the Rakshasa tribe about this!"
The Ghost Emperor said with a dissatisfied look.
They could obviously kill Liu Wuxie, but at the last moment it was Qingmu Ling who risked his life and brought Liu Wuxie's body out, allowing his soul to return to his body.
The members of the Nether Clan and the Bone Clan couldn't help but look at Qing Muling.
Not only did they know what happened that day, the Rakshasa clan also received the news.
This angered the leader of the Barry tribe, who revoked his status as Qingmuling Saint and married off to the Stone Clan.
Liu Wuxie stole the Jialuo Divine Dagger and broke into the Holy Mountain. She committed an unforgivable crime. As a saint, she actually helped the enemy.
This incident had a great impact on the Rakshasa tribe. Among the tribesmen who had previously supported Qingmu Ling, except for Yue Qianchou, no one was willing to stand up and speak for the saint.
"Why don't you kill her? When have our ten major races ever colluded with humans?"
Many Nether clans stood up and suggested killing Qing Muling to vent their hatred.
Of the ten major races, the one who hated Liu Wuxie the most was the Nether Clan. Liu Wuxie entered the Nether Clan by mistake that day and could only leave after finding the Four Colored Sea.
Later, Liu Wuxie successfully found the Six Color Sea and severely damaged the Nether Clan.
The way of thinking of the ten major races is completely different from that of the human race. They don't care about the Rakshasa race. They can say whatever they want and do whatever they want.
Unlike the human race, you need to consider many aspects when doing things, such as considering the feelings of the owner.
But the Nether Clan didn't care about this and wanted to kill Qing Muling in front of the Rakshasa Clan.
"Head of the Nether Clan, please be patient. This Liu Wuxie will definitely die anyway. It doesn't matter whether we kill her or not."
The ghost tribe stood up at this time and signaled the underworld tribe to just watch quietly.
Even if Qing Muling is killed, nothing will be changed.
Various sounds of subjugation in the main hall filled Qing Muling's ears.
In the past two days, Qing Muling's tears have dried up. Her former relatives and friends are all trying to attack her.
"Holy Son Anlu, according to the rules of the Stone Clan, there is a dance to be performed on the wedding day. The time is almost up, so let her dance quickly."
After the Bone Tribes finished sucking the pulp, they all raised their heads, and their bones became smoother.
The Stone Clan does have this rule. On the wedding day, the newlyweds have to perform an extremely enchanting dance for the guests to watch.
"Don't worry, everyone will be delighted today."
Holy Son Anru lifted Qing Muling's hijab and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he saw Qing Muling's peerless appearance.
Every race has different aesthetic concepts, but any race will fall in love with Qing Muling's appearance when they see it.
All kinds of laughter came from all around, and some even made some obscene moves in front of Qing Muling.
"Stab it!"
Holy Son Anru grabbed Qing Muling's shoulders and tore open her coat, revealing a pair of pure white shoulders.
The sounds of teasing around her became even louder. Qing Muling gritted her teeth, but there was nothing she could do. Her cultivation was under control and she didn't even have the right to commit suicide.
With her delicate body trembling, Qing Muling raised her head and took in the eyes of everyone in the hall.
"I swear, if I don't die today, I will kill all of you one day."
Qing Muling roared almost hysterically.
What on earth had she done wrong for them to do this to her?
"Hahaha……"
No one cared about Qing Muling's threat, because it was unknown whether she would survive tonight.
The Stone Clan's heart is like a rock, their hearts are harder than a stone, and they have no sympathy or sympathy.
Anru stretched out his hand and continued to grab Qing Muling, intending to tear off her clothes and keep only one piece.
Qingmu Ling looked at the Rakshasa clan. The people standing around her were all her clansmen, but no one stood up to stop her and allowed her to be bullied.
If this was caught, Qing Muling's delicate body would be completely exposed to everyone.
The ten major races have no moral ethics and are not like humans. Sexual intercourse is private and they are not willing to share it with others.
As for the Nether Clan and the Stone Clan, they don't think about this. Once their animal nature is stimulated, they are no different from monsters.
"Patriarch, should we stop her? After all, she was once our saint."
Some leaders of the Rakshasa tribe couldn't stand it anymore. Although Qingmu Ling made a mistake, they would not punish her like this.
Barry glanced at the commander, who shrank his neck in fear and did not dare to speak.
The clan leader has been thinking about the land of the Stone Clan for a long time, and finally seized the opportunity and betrothed the Holy Girl to the Stone Clan in exchange for this land.
There are many mineral veins buried under this land, which are of no use to the Stone Tribe, but are of great use to the Rakshasa Tribe.
Qing Muling took a step back, avoiding Anru's dirty hands.
This further aroused their animalistic desires. A ghost stood up, released a cold air, and wrapped it towards Qingmu Ling.
With her cultivation level sealed, Qingmu Ling is now an ordinary person, shivering with cold air, and even more charming.
"Be good, come and dance with me."
Saint Anlu had a lewd and evil look on his face as he walked towards Qing Muling step by step.
With every step he took, the fat on his body swayed.
The huge body is about two tall trees, standing there like a tall tower.
Qing Muling took several steps back, with the stone wall behind him, and there was no way he could retreat.
Anru's claws were getting closer and closer to Qing Muling.
The main hall suddenly became quiet, and a murderous aura filled the entire Rakshasa clan. Some people with strong cultivation levels had already sensed it.
"Little beauty, be obedient and I will love you well."
Anru's huge palm grabbed Qing Muling's little face.
The palm of his hand was getting closer and closer. Qingmu Ling was like a frightened bird, his body almost curled up together.
"Get your dirty hands off!"
Just when Anru was about to catch Qing Muling with his palm, a cold voice resounded throughout the Rakshasa clan.
The sudden sound made the four major races all stand up and look outside the hall.
Next!
A figure disappeared in a flash.
I don't know when there was an extra person in the hall.
Seeing the visitor, Qing Muling cried with joy, and tears burst into her eyes again.
"I came late and made you suffer."
Seeing Qing Muling, Liu Wuxie looked remorseful.
Qing Muling covered his face with his hands and was speechless.
"It's Liu Wuxie!"
After two full breaths of time passed, the four major races in the hall realized that the person coming was actually Liu Wuxie.
With a move of his hand, a sky curtain descended, sealing off the entire hall.
"From this moment on, no one can leave this hall alive!" Liu Wuxie said almost word for word.
