Fortune Teller

"We have reached this point, and we can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Patriarch Shuiyuan sighed with emotion.

Four venerables have fallen one after another, and the four sects of Changli have become a thing of the past. I never thought that I still have to rely on Gu Xiuyun's blood relatives to preserve the orthodoxy. How ironic!

…

In the void, a roar came.

Three figures appeared very high in the sky, with Yuan Qi surging around them, overlooking the void land like gods.

Shit!

Thunder flashed, condensed into a thousand-foot thunder spear, and slammed towards the mountain gate formation.

The power of Grandmaster Qinglei's thunder and lightning secret technique has reached the peak of Heavenly Wheel Realm. Even the ninth-grade Patriarch would not dare to use it forcefully, let alone a formation.

Nine thunderbolts in succession split the divine formation outside the Void Continent into pieces.

"We haven't seen each other for many years. Senior Brother Qinglei's methods are even better than before. Leave the second divine formation to my little sister!"

The Ice Spirit Patriarch of the Jiyue Heavenly Palace stretched out a pair of plain hands and drew downwards.

Suddenly, a bright moon appeared in the sky, intersecting with the lunar star. The moonlight was like water, but turned into ice rain all over the sky, piercing the divine formation, leaving countless holes.

"What a beautiful hand that shines on the moon."

The Red Tail Demon King of Qianbaoshan praised continuously, and at the same time, he stretched out nine tails and tore the divine formation below into pieces.

The three ninth-grade ancestors joined forces, and the mountain gate array continued to collapse, unable to sustain it for even a moment.

Looking at this scene, Li Xuan, Shui Yuan, and Bao Guang in the depths of the formation looked sad. So what with the top forces, without the Venerable, they were still lambs to be slaughtered.

"Do it!"

Patriarch Shuiyuan took a deep breath and said, "With the strength of Qing Lei and others, it only takes two hours to destroy all the divine formations. We must delay it as much as possible until all the core lines have been evacuated."

"Leave the ice spirit to me." Patriarch Li Xuan said in a deep voice.

"I will deal with the Red Tail Demon King." Patriarch Baoguang continued.

Compared to Patriarch Qinglei, who was at the peak of the Heavenly Wheel Realm, the other two ninth-level enemies were weaker, and it was much easier to resist them.

Patriarch Shuiyuan nodded slightly.

Whoosh!

The three figures rushed towards the edge of the land along the overlapping void formations, and finally stopped at the outermost edge of the divine formation.

They didn't dare to break out of the divine formation.

The opponent came prepared and must have a lot of treasures in their hands, and the three of them's spiritual treasures and Taoist talismans were all used to attack the Eight-Eyed Sect, so they could only rely on the mountain gate formation.

call!

The cyan thunder spear descended again, and Patriarch Shuiyuan transformed into a water-moving immortal body, covering the surrounding void, raising the power of the divine formation by two steps.

Shit!

The thunder spear tore through the void and rushed into the depths of the formation. This time, it failed to break through the divine formation. There were only some fluctuations and then it was completely annihilated.

"The origin rules of water!"

Above the Void Continent, Patriarch Qinglei sneered, "Junior Sister Bingling, Fellow Taoist Chiwei, would you like to follow me into the divine formation for a walk??"

"Why don't you dare?" Patriarch Bing Ling smiled sweetly. Based on her appearance, she would have thought she was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"The emperor came here today just to collect the savings of the four Changli sects. Naturally, he wanted to go in and take a walk." The Red Tail Demon Emperor said loudly.

After the words fell, the three ninth-grade ancestors rushed towards the mountain gate formation.

Not long after, a violent roar came from the divine formation, and the roar of dragons and tigers could be vaguely heard, which was the roar of the ninth-grade spiritual treasure.

Above the Void Continent, only the Eight-Eyed Divine Sect remained without taking action.

"Master, are we just waiting here?" Ji Wenting frowned slightly, "The ninth-grade patriarchs from Leiyunge, Qianbaoshan, and Jiyue Palace have all gone in. The treasures that fell into their hands will definitely not be handed over again. come out."

The other priests of the cult also looked nervous.

Attacking the four sects of Changli is not only a credit, but also a good opportunity to plunder elixirs and spiritual treasures. Gu Xiuyun's intention is very clear. He will not participate in this fight and will not let them hand over the treasures. All the benefits belong to these priests. .

After all, in the near future, the divine religion will reappear in front of the world, and each true artistic conception will establish its own branch sect. By then, who will not need to spend money to recruit and train disciples?

Lan Chonghe looked around.

Zhenyi and Douxiao of the three major sects were waiting in the void and did not follow their ancestors into the divine formation. After all, Li Xuan, Shuiyuan, Baoguang and others were still alive.

Entering the battlefield without permission is seeking death.

"You guys wait here, I'll go in and take a look alone."

Lan Chonghe took out a ring from his arms and handed it to Ji Wenting, "Disciple, watch it carefully and don't let anyone destroy it."

"Disciple understands." Ji Wenting quickly put away the ring.

Obviously, there is a clone of Lan Chonghe in the ring. He is also a martial arts practitioner. Ji Wenting is very aware of the martial artist's clone magical powers.

Whoosh!

Lan Chonghe turned into silver light, rushed towards the void land, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

…

The secret realm of the divine religion, inside the temple of sacrifice.

Three figures sit high on the throne, with Gu Xiuyun in the center, Gu Yue and Yan Sushi on the left and right.

Below, High Priest Shen Fan was lying on the ground, with invisible force oppressing his whole body, making him unable to move.

"Chen Fan, do you know your guilt??" Yan Sushi said coldly.

"What is my crime?" High Priest Chen Fan looked at the throne of God fiercely, "In terms of talent and means, I am not as good as you in any way. It is only because of fate that I have been practicing for too short a time. Defeat at your hands."

"Is it not a crime to use power for personal gain and kill fellow disciples? Is it not a crime to betray the divine sect and deceive one's master and destroy one's ancestors? How dare you say that you are not guilty." A layer of frost suddenly appeared on Yan Sushi's pretty face.

Until this moment, High Priest Shen Fan still had no regrets.

He took all the sacrifices made by the Eight-Eyed God Sect for granted. High Priest Shen Fan had never even thought about where he would be now without the Eight-Eyed God Religion.

"Miss Yan, there's no need to say more, he won't understand."

Gu Xiuyun shook his head slightly. In the eyes of High Priest Shen Fan, all the benefits in the world should belong to him alone. Such people have no gratitude or awe in their hearts, and are just downright selfish.

"Chen Fan, I would like to ask you, where have the other two palace masters of Youkong Palace gone?" Gu Xiuyun said quietly.

High Priest Shen Fan sneered and did not respond.

"It seems you don't know either."

Gu Xiuyun's palms trembled slightly, and the mysterious destiny unfolded, shrouding the head of High Priest Shen Fan. In an instant, scenes flashed through his eyes.

That was the past experience of High Priest Shen Fan.

From the beginning of the fighting at Dingyin Mountain to the visit to the Li Kong Sect, and then the arrival of the Patriarch of the Youkong Palace, all the scenes involving the Venerable Realm have become blurry. If you want to forcefully investigate, even the true form of the human race today will not be clear. To suffer serious injuries.

After a long time, Gu Xiuyun turned his palm, and black and white light surged, completely annihilating the true soul of High Priest Shen Fan.

Not only this soul body, but also the real body far away in Youkong Palace disappeared into thin air.

The life-cutting technique can directly cut off the practitioner's fate line, and its power is superior to the sage's magical power of cause and effect.

"Brother Ximing, have you found anything?" Gu Yue asked.

"No, the old ghost Tianji is impeccable. Not only did he impose the hidden power to cover the sky on the two palace masters, he also hid their past experiences."

Gu Xiuyun shook his head and sighed.

From this point, it can be inferred that the other two palace masters of Youkong Palace are indeed doing something very important.

In contrast, Shen Fan and Han Ke are just fronts. Whether they succeed or fail has no impact on Master Tianji's plan.

"Before I understand the rules of fate, Old Ghost Tianji will never be able to get out of the trap. What will he do?"

"Please ask other True Lords?? It's unlikely. No True Lord would get involved in such a thing."

Gu Xiuyun fell into deep thought.

…

Void land.

There were constant roars in the mountain gate formation, and the six ancestors fought with almost no room left, and they used all their strength once they made a move.

Among them, the battle between the Red Tail Demon King and the Baoguang Patriarch was the most intense.

The Red Tail Demon King comes from Qianbao Mountain, and is the pinnacle of the demon fox clan. His bloodline magical power is more than a thousand times stronger than that of the Jade Fairy. Every time his huge body swings, he can tear a large piece of the divine formation apart.

Patriarch Baoguang focuses on space Taoism, and combined with the mountain gate formation, his explosive combat power is even better than that of Patriarch Lixuan.

After all, the space lineage is the best at being tolerant and is most closely integrated with formations. The two joined forces and actually suppressed the Red Tail Demon King.

Shit!

The nine tails were waving wildly, each tail shining with the light of spiritual treasures, splitting the space barrier again and again, shattering large tracts of void.

But a moment later, the million-mile space was restored again and continued to suppress the Red Tail Demon King.

…

In another place, the moonlight was like water, and the Ice Spirit Patriarch raised his bare hands to form a series of moonlight ice spikes, striking towards the divine formation.

Patriarch Li Xuan put his palms together, and the jet-black flames rose up like dragons and snakes, facing the Moonlight Ice Thorn. The two sides went back and forth, and for a while there was no distinction between them.

But this is only the case for now.

You must know that the strength of the Qinglei Patriarch is much stronger than that of the ordinary ninth level. The peak of the Tianlun Realm is nothing in the Langhuan Realm, but it is quite rare in the Chessboard Realm.

As time goes by, Patriarch Shuiyuan will be unable to stop him sooner or later.

At that time, it was the time when the four sects of Changli were defeated.

…

While the six Patriarchs were fighting, a ray of silver light passed through the divine formation and rushed towards the depths of the Void Continent.

"You are so courageous. A mere eighth-grade man actually dared to break into the four Changli sects single-handedly." Patriarch Qinglei glanced at the distance with a sneer on his face.

"Senior brother, how do you know he is a person? What if there is a ninth-grade Patriarch hidden in the Cave Mansion Lingbao?" Patriarch Bingling smiled with his pretty eyes.

"Which Patriarch is so shameless," said the Red Tail Demon Emperor, "for the sake of a little savings from the Four Sects of Changli, he actually hid it in a junior's cave spiritual treasure? Impossible."

As he spoke, there were roars in the void, and the fighting of the six ancestors did not stop at all.

As for Lan Chonghe, the ancestors ignored it. The four sects of Changli were not only the ninth grade, but also a large number of Zhenyijing and Tianshu elders.

Even if Lan Chonghe had ninth-level combat power, he could not withstand the siege of so many strong men with one person and one sword.

Poof!

The silver figure tore open the barrier of the divine formation and rushed into the depths of the void land.

The four sects of Changli have a total of three formations. The first formation protects the entire void land, resists the evil air currents between heaven and earth, and defends against foreign enemies.

This heavy formation is the weakest and has the largest range.

It has completely collapsed at this moment.

The second level of divine formation also covers the entire void land, but it is ten times more powerful. It is also the basis for Li Xuan, Shui Yuan, and Bao Guang to fight against powerful enemies.

The third level of divine formations guarded the periphery of the four major sects.

The divine formation barrier that Lan Chonghe passes through is the second level.

In front of you is a vast land with undulating mountains and countless cities. In addition to practitioners, there are also a large number of mortals.

Less than 10% of the seven million miles of void land is covered by the sect's divine formation, and the rest of the land is the residence of mortals.

"Of the four sects in Changli, Li Kongmen is undoubtedly the richest. Let's deal with that one first." Lan Chonghe quickly made a decision.