Vol 3 Chapter 430: : Ye Mo's print

When I heard the words of Rakshasa, Ye Mo was relieved, and the goodwill of Rakshasa was increased a lot.

If the Tianwu Empire has such a great emperor, perhaps his old man will not die.

Luo Shou is a red arm, and the rhythm print of the waiting class has already been exposed to the air. The real element is stimulating, and the Raksha print is flashing with a purple-red light.

Some people's eyes in the place are all hot, and the Rizhao prints of the waiting class are difficult to come out in a hundred years.

Most of them are ordinary Raksha seals, which can condense the ranks of the Rakshasa prints, which can already be called genius.

It is also because Luo Jing has gathered the rhythm prints of the waiting class, and Luo Jing was trained by the Rakshasa Emperor as a son, and he also lived up to expectations and became the first master of the Rakshasa Academy's strong list.

Luo Jing felt the blazing gaze around him, and he also smiled and took the token handed by the Emperor.

"This woman, who is called Ziyi, is also very strong. I am afraid that the strength is not under the soul of Luo, but I don’t know what grades of Luochao prints she has."

"Don't you know, just before the autumn test, this purple yi was summoned by the great emperor? I heard that the emperor intended to accept her as a righteous woman. I think she should also condense the level of the Rakshasa print."

Everyone started to guess.

Purple Yi also slowly lifted up his sleeves, revealing a flawless jade arm, like a snow-like skin, printed with a pattern of Roxa's ghost head, and this Rakshasa ghost head, compared to the soul of Luo More a touch of arrogance and majesty.

"It is the king's Rakshasa print!"

Suddenly, everyone is boiling, what is the concept of the king? The Rakshasa Emperor is also the Rakshasa print that embodies the king's level, which means that the woman in front of her eyes has been practicing the talent of Rakshasa.

Even Luo Sheng, looking at the Rizhao print on the purple arm, his face is full of shock.

"How is this possible? It is possible to condense the same level of the Luozhou prints as the Emperor. No wonder she is young and her strength is so strong."

"The king's Rakshasa print, the second Rakshasa empire with a royal-level Rakshasa print."

If Luo Jing's level of Luozha print is just to envy others, Ziyi's king-level Luochao print is deeply shocked, because the entire Rakshasa Empire, only the Great has such a Rakshasa print.

"Ziyi, in the ridiculous door, you must practice well, can condense the royal level of the Rakshasa print, indicating that your talent is no less than the Emperor, and future achievements are limitless."

Luosha Emperor had long known that Ziyi had a king-level Raksha seal, nodded, and said some incentives, it was to throw the Rakshasa token to Ziyi.

Purple Yi is also a slight smile, looking at the hands of the Rakshasa token, a flash of stunned eyes.

"This Ye Mo, can beat Wang Tianxiao with the strength of the real medium, I am afraid that at least there is a phase of the Rakshasa print."

"Don't you see it? The weapons in Ye Mo's hands are a bit strange. Now there is no spirituality, but when they use martial arts, they can explode a powerful spirituality."

"Listen to what you said, it does have such a thing."

For this so-called princely, there will be five levels of Raksha prints, and Ye Mo is not very understanding.

Slowly fading the sleeves reveals a completely different Raksha print pattern from other people. The pattern does not give off a hint of breath, but it feels a sense of oppression.

What is this Rakshasa print?

"It is not the princes who will be the five types of soldiers. It is definitely a print that does not flow into the stream. No wonder the strength is only the real level."

"Yes, there are too many Raksha prints that don't flow in, and the patterns are different. This kind of Luozha prints, even the ranks are not counted."

Everyone looked at the Raksha print on Ye Mo’s arm and they all talked about it.

"It turned out to be just an ordinary warrior."

Xu Fu looked at the pattern on Ye Mo's arm, disdainful sneer: "I thought his Rakshasa print, at least the phase of the Rakshasa print, seems to be the weapon in his hand, he is not qualified at all. Win the Rakshasa token."

"This guy is really lucky, ridiculous, but not by luck."

Xu Wuji looked at Ye Mo with a gloomy look. Originally, he had already booked a quota, but he did not expect that a Ye Mo suddenly emerged, and he still entered the top three by luck.

"Hey, what is the Rakshasa print, what is the Rakshasa print? Although it is not among the princes, it is not the general Rakshasa print."

Xiao Jiao looked at the Raksha print on Ye Mo’s arm and asked with surprise.

“The Great once took me to the Temple of Raksha, and the five Luochao prints were engraved on the walls. The princes will be the five models of the soldiers. These five patterns also represent the talent of the warriors. The Emperor once told me In addition to these five kinds of Rakshasa prints, there is a more powerful Raksha print, which is several times stronger than the royal Rakshasa print, and can gather the warrior prints. I am afraid that there is a power to change the sky, but such a warrior exists only in the ancient times."

Prince Rong said.

When the Emperor saw the pattern on Ye Mo's arm, the pupil was slightly shrunk, and then it was turned into calm. "Ye Mo, although you have achieved the top three, you must think that you are really a genius, half a After the month, the deserted gate is about to open, and strive to break through during this time."

"Thank you, Great Emperor!"

Ye Mo took over the Rakshasa token and made a fuss against the Rakshasa Emperor.

"Well, since the autumn test is over, then I will withdraw it. The first three will follow me to the main hall. I have something to say to you."

After the emperor finished speaking, the sleeves were smashed, and the Ye Mo trio was directly taken away.

"Rosatake token, I must get my hand"

Xu Wuji looked at this scene and sneered at his lips.

"The Promise, you can rest assured, this leaves can not go to the barren door." Xu Fu said.

"Father, are you going to kill him?"

Xu Wuji asked in surprise.

"Ye Mo's strength, it is no good to go to the barren door, but in order to take care of the face of the emperor, we can only do this."

Xu Fu said, saying a few words in Xu’s ear, then both of them laughed haha.

Rakshasa Palace!

"Ye Mo, Zi Yi, Luo Jing, all three of you are selected from more than 20,000 geniuses. They are on behalf of my Rakshasa empire to enter the barren door. I have only one request for you, come back alive. ""

Rousseau said.

"Are you coming back?"

Ye Mo was surprised. What does this mean?

"You got the Rakshasa token, but you just got the transfer to the barren door, but you really have to enter the barren door, you have to participate in the trial of a battle, only through the trial, it is really a ridiculous entry. Door, but in a battle, the chance of death is great."

The words of the Rakshasa Emperor, the three people were surprised to see ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a battle, Ye Mo heart repeatedly recited these four words, his father, is in a battle to stop.

"Okay, Luo Shu, Zi Yi, you all go down!"

The Emperor said that both Luo and Ziyi left the hall.

"This Rakshasa emperor left me alone. What is going on? Do you want to convince me to let me hand over the Rakshasa token?"

Ye Mo was shocked and the whole nerve was tightened.

boom!

The door suddenly closed and the hall was darkened in vain.

Later, Ye Mo saw Ye Mo, who was surprised by him, the high-ranking empire, the Emperor of the Rakshasa Empire, and he bowed directly to him on one knee.

"Rakshasa Ghost King!"

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