Chapter 365: Raksha Conference

Inside the hall of the Duanmu family.

The sluggish light flooded the interior of the room, and through the not-so-bright light, the leader of the dark part could be seen standing there.

In addition to the black eagle in Anbu, and Wind Demon also stood there.

He was bent over, with a grimace mask on his face, and a pair of green eyes exposed from under the mask were fierce and full of animality.

In front of them stood a man who looked like a scholar, only that face looked a little pale, with his slender figure and black robe, it could be described by the words Yushu Linfeng.

He is the head of the Duanmu family, Duanmu Heiming.

On his side was the vicious and coquettish woman Hua Sanniang.

"Clan Lord, the death knell has been sounded... The four elders and everyone in the clan will all come tomorrow."

Black Hawk, the leader of Anbu, suddenly spoke slowly in that low and hoarse voice.

Duanmu Heiming smiled slightly and nodded softly: "Okay."

Then he raised his eyes and looked at a stone statue of Rakshasa in front of him, and said slightly: "The Rakshasa event held every ten years is the biggest event of our Duanmu family."

"I hope this time we can select outstanding talents from the Duanmu family. In this case, it will be much easier for us to deal with the other three families." Duanmu Hei Ming said with gloomy eyes.

Raksha Festival?

Perhaps not many people have heard of the Rakshas event, but in the Duanmu family, this Rakshas event is higher than the Duanmu family's clan convention, and it also has glory.

The dark Duanmu family itself is a family that advocates darkness and force, but what about the Rakshasa event? It is a project where the rising star of the Duanmu family conducts a death contest.

In the dark Duanmu family, death is not terrible, but terrible is failure and shame.

From the moment they were born, the children of the Duanmu family were destined to die in darkness and blood. They began to receive special training from the family very early, and then once every ten years, they were free to sign up, and then compete in the Raksha Festival.

Once the people who survived the Raksha Festival, they will be officially honored by the Duanmu family, and declared that he has become a true member of the Duanmu family. On the contrary, those who died or failed at the Raksha Festival People who are in the Duanmu family will be the shame of the Duanmu family. These people are expected to be killed and locked up, because according to the style of the Duanmu family, they will not be recognized as members of the Duanmu family...

The Raksha Festival is just an important event held every ten years, because the Raksha Festival itself means death.

Once the death knell rings, it means that the Raksha Festival is about to begin.

No wonder when Li Tian came back, he saw all the members of the Duanmu clan showing weird faces, and their expressions were filled with fear and despair.

"It's a grand event once in ten years. I don't know how many talents will emerge from our family this time..." Duanmu Heiming said in front of him, with a strange smile on his mouth.

"Patriarch, the four great elders have heard that except for the great elder Luohe Futu who will not participate in this event, the other three elders will send their hands to participate in the battle." The black eagle in front of him whispered.

"Oh? Really?" Duanmu Heiming was quite surprised.

It turns out that this Raksha Festival itself is a family meeting of the Duanmu family itself.

But the four elders, except for the second elder, the other three are not members of the Duanmu family. Some of them went to the Duanmu family, and some were invited by the Duanmu family...

For example, the blood monk of the four elders was chased and killed by the outside world because of the heavy killing, and he entered the Duanmu family in desperation.

The gods like Luohe Futu are the great god-level figures invited by the previous generation of Duanmu clan leader Duanmu Jingzang.

This Raksha Festival itself is a place where the Duanmu family selects talents, but didn't expect them to participate in this event?

Hearing what Hei Ying said, Duanmu Heiming's left hand gently touched the Skeleton Supreme Ring on his right hand.

Slowly said: "Since they want to participate, then let them."

"Anyway, this year, I only want people who survive, I only want people who can help me kill." Duanmu Heiming suddenly smirked.

"Once the Rakshasa event is over, I will concentrate on dealing with the Ouyang family."

The black eagle said: "Clan Lord, according to the news we got outside, the Ouyang family has also begun to make preparations. I heard that the three elders of the Ouyang family have returned from Laoshan, and the most important thing is that the Ouyang family has entered the realm of demigods. The old man also heard that he was going to be born."

When Black Hawk finished speaking these words hoarsely, Duanmu Heiming's face suddenly became pale and ugly as paper.

There was a strong killing intent in his eyes, and the terrifying aura that permeated his body slowly converged into a powerful air current that quickly surged down his body.

"Even he was born?" Duanmu Heiming said coldly.

"It seems that I must learn Rashomon as soon as possible: Nine Types..." He suddenly murmured.

Rashomon: Nine styles are the highest martial arts of the Duanmu family.

Facing the old man of the Ouyang family who had entered the realm of the demigod, perhaps only the Rashomon: Nine Forms could overcome him.

But at the moment Rashomon: The nine-style Duanmu Heiming can't use it at all, the only one who can use it and an outsider, Li Tian.

Thinking of these, Duanmu Heiming clenched his fists tightly, revealing a terrible aura.

"I have to learn Rashomon: Nine styles, desperate." A terrible but vicious thought slowly grew in his heart.

"Patriarch, although the Ouyang family has made full preparations and invited all the old people to come out of the mountain, but I don't think we need to pay much attention to it, after all, they don't know where we are." The Black Hawk said hoarsely.

Duanmu Heiming Yin nodded in front of him.

"You are right. There is no need to behave with them now. Once the deity learns the Nine types of Rashomon, I will deal with them one by one." Duanmu Heiming said coldly.

"This time the Raksha Conference will be held first, and elite talents must be selected from the Raksha Conference." Duanmu Heiming said.

"Yes!"

The Black Hawk said in a hoarse voice: After yes, he quickly withdrew from the hall.

In the dark hall at this moment, only Duan Mu Heiming, Hua Sanniang, and Feng Mo were standing there.

"Wind Demon, what did that kid do when he went out?" Duanmu Heiming suddenly focused his eyes on the wind demon who was bent over and wore a grimace mask like a beast.