Fortune Teller

Deep in the formation.

Priests of Chicheng and Priests of Quanming waved spiritual treasures with one hand and cast secret techniques with the other to resist the ubiquitous spiritual power craze.

The two of them have profound cultivation and majestic spiritual power in their bodies. Almost every move can erupt with power that is no less than that of the early Douxiao realm. However, they can only barely hold on in the face of the craze of spiritual power.

The power of the high-grade formation at this moment is close to that of the pseudo-god formation, and it is not the death formation in the main altar, but a state that completely exploded after being activated by Gu Xiuyun.

Facing the bombardment of the large formation, the two priests retreated continuously, with bloodshot eyes already overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

"What's going on? Why did the power of the Water Dragon Formation suddenly nearly double?" Priest Chicheng staggered and could hardly stand still.

At this moment, the whole body was surrounded by violent spiritual power, and even the void began to shake, let alone the Chicheng priest.

"Maybe we touched something, or someone is presiding over the formation."

Priest Quanming's eyes were gloomy, and there were faint bubbles around his body that seemed to be disillusioned. These bubbles seemed ordinary, but they could block the frenzy of spiritual power.

The Jifeng Kingdom is best at controlling hurricanes. Both the high priest Tu Mang and the priest Quan Ming are proficient in the secret technique of wind movement. At this moment, under the bombardment of the frenzy, the priest Quan Ming seems to be in the hurricane. Taking advantage of the force, the situation is worse than that of the priest Chicheng. Much better.

"What should we do now? With such a violent spiritual tide, let alone breaking in, even exiting the formation is a bit difficult." Priest Chicheng shouted.

Before he could finish his words, a violent wave surged in, sending the Chicheng priest flying more than ten feet.

"Aka Cheng, how are you?"

"Ahem," Priest Chicheng vomited several mouthfuls of blood, "He is still alive, but his internal organs have been shattered. These spiritual frenzy is no less than the bombardment of Douxiao Realm."

At this moment, several more waves of madness came.

Each one was as heavy as a mountain and fell one after another, knocking the two men back hundreds of feet.

Moreover, the frenzy became more and more powerful. Eventually, even Quan Ming Priest could not stop it and coughed out several mouthfuls of blood.

As for the Chicheng Priest, his injuries were even more serious. His entire body was in tatters, and his limbs had been crushed into pieces and could only be held together by spiritual power.

The spiritual frenzy would erupt once every breath passed, and blast them away from the formation in the same direction.

In just a moment, it erupted nearly a hundred times.

Peng!

Another wave of madness exploded.

The two fifth-level priests fell more than ten feet away without any resistance and hit the edge of the formation barrier.

Poof!

The formation barrier suddenly cracked open, and the two of them were squeezed out by the frenzy of spiritual power.

"Did we survive?"

Priest Quanming and Priest Chicheng looked at each other, feeling happy but also a little shocked.

They were so disoriented by the frenzy of spiritual power that they couldn't tell which direction to leave. They could only try their best to use the secret method to save their lives.

Unexpectedly, after an earth-shaking impact, the two of them were knocked out of the formation.

"We walked nearly three thousand feet in the formation, and every time those spiritual waves collided, they would blow us away more than ten feet. From this, it seems that the spiritual waves deliberately drove us out of the formation." Priest Quanming A strange color flashed in his eyes.

This is obviously to save them, but why does the person in charge of the formation want to save them?

…

"Phew, it's finally solved!"

Gu Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they were hit and bruised, it was still better than dying in the battle.

As time passed, the movement of the water dragon array became more and more violent, and the power of the spiritual frenzy became more and more powerful. If these two people stayed for a while longer, they would probably be crushed by the spiritual frenzy.

Creak!

There was a soft sound in my ear.

Gu Xiuyun looked down and saw a crack in the central formation. This was because the formation was so violent that the formation could not bear it.

"It looks like the water dragon formation will completely collapse in a short time."

Gu Xiuyun took a deep breath, silently swallowed a few pills, and took out a scroll.

The moment the formation collapses, the spiritual frenzy will lose control. At that time, the entire formation will be blown to pieces.

With such a terrifying spiritual power craze, Gu Xiuyun couldn't guarantee that he would be safe and sound, but he had to do this.

"With the power of the Spiritual Armor Technique, coupled with the Mountains and Rivers Cleansing Qi Diagram, it may not be able to stop the spiritual craze."

Gu Xiuyun waved his hands, and the Mountains and Rivers Pure Qi Diagram opened. The Cloud Qi Formation and the Mountains and Rivers Formation overlapped each other, completely covering the three feet of space around him.

At the same time, fourteen Spirit Turtle Black Armor Sticks also circled around him, forming a mid-level defensive formation.

Gu Xiuyun has used all means for triple protection.

All he could do at this moment was wait quietly for the moment when the formation collapsed.

…

Tens of miles away, in the hurricane field.

Elder Fusong is still in a stalemate with the three high priests.

I saw strands of cold light emerging from the void, constantly attacking Priest Feng Ming. Facing the endless cold rays, Priest Feng Ming seemed a little panicked. Although the three high priests occasionally came to help, they could not block all the cold rays.

Poof!

A ray of cold light pierced into Priest Feng Ming's body, and frost instantly covered his whole body. Priest Feng Ming let out a low roar of pain, and his eyes turned purple.

"Damn, this old guy is so insidious!"

High Priest Zhenhuang quickly mobilized his spiritual power to help Priest Feng Min get rid of the cold. After a while, Priest Feng Min regained consciousness.

It's just that his breath is much weaker.

"How are you doing? Can you still hold on?" High Priest Zhenhuang asked.

"It's okay, but my soul is already very weak, and I can only withstand three more cold rays at most." Priest Feng Ming replied through a message.

"Sandao? There's some trouble!"

High Priest Zhenhuang was secretly distressed. If he had known this, he would not have allowed Priest Feng Min to stay in the mist formation.

Elder Fusong saw that he could do nothing to the three high priests, so he stared at Priest Feng Min and took action, attacking and killing him again and again. Finally, he was negligent. Until just now, Priest Feng Min had been hit by eight cold rays.

Fortunately, as a fifth-level warrior with huge soul power, he was able to persevere.

"Tu Mang, haven't you found old ghost Fusong yet?" High Priest Zhenhuang urged.

"Almost." Green light flashed in the eyes of High Priest Tu Mang, and the sky wind flag hung in front of him, rolling up hurricane vortexes.

Those hurricane vortexes were so powerful that even the void was compressed and distorted. No matter how deep Elder Fusong hid, he could not avoid the impact of the hurricane vortex.

"Old ghost Fusong doesn't dare to move, otherwise as long as it causes a trace of space fluctuation, he will be unable to avoid the induction of the hurricane field," High Priest Yan Zhan said in a deep voice, "Zhenhuang, you don't have to worry, Tu Mang has already explored this space After more than half of it, you can find this person’s true identity within a few moments at most.”

"Hmph, it's not your priest from Shen Fire Nation who died, of course you don't care." High Priest Zhenhuang looked gloomy.

Priest Feng Ming is the second priest of Jinhuang Kingdom. Once he falls, the impact on Jinhuang's lineage will be far greater than that of ordinary Xuanguangtai priests.

At this moment, High Priest Zhenhuang felt extremely regretful, but he also understood that there must be a priest with profound cultivation in the mist formation to force Elder Fusong to personally save people.

As for those who are in charge of the mist formation, they have no other choice but Priest Feng Ming.

Because those fourth-level priests couldn't stop Elder Fusong from attacking and killing them. Letting them in would be equivalent to death.

Only the three fifth-level priests could save their lives in front of Elder Fusong.

"Zhenhuang, you have to understand that compared to the survival of the divine religion, the life of a fifth-level priest is not important at all," High Priest Yan Zhan said coldly, "If necessary, even if all three of us die, we must Keep the fire of God’s religion alive.”

"Humph, of course I understand." High Priest Zhenhuang's heart was full of resentment.

High Priest Yan Zhan uses the righteousness of the divine religion to suppress people, what can he say?

But this aggrievedness made High Priest Zhenhuang particularly unwilling.

call out! call out!

Four more cold lights appeared out of thin air, shooting at Priest Feng Ming from different directions at the same time.

"Damn it!"

High Priest Zhenhuang quickly moved the golden plate to block behind Priest Feng Ming. At the same time, red light and shadow condensed in his palm to guard against the attack of Elder Fusong.

Not long ago, Elder Fusong took advantage of the high priest Zhenhuang to rescue Feng Ming and suddenly took action and drove a black awl into the body of the high priest Zhenhuang.

Although the cone thorn was made from secret techniques, its power was far greater than that of Leng Mang. With just one move, the high priest Zhenhuang was seriously injured, and even 30% of his soul was wiped out.

So after that, High Priest Zhenhuang didn't dare to rescue with all his strength. He knew that Elder Fusong's real target was himself.

when! when! when!

All four cold rays shattered, and at this moment, dozens of cold rays suddenly appeared in the void, stabbing at Priest Feng Ming at the same time.

"Is this old guy crazy?" High Priest Zhenhuang's expression changed drastically.

Casting dozens of cold rays in one breath, the spiritual power activated is so intense. Isn't Elder Fusong afraid of exposing his whereabouts?