Fortune Teller

But at this time, High Priest Zhenhuang no longer cared about dealing with Elder Fusong. Priest Feng Min was seriously injured and could not block so many cold rays.

As long as three more stabs hit him, he would definitely die.

at the same time.

A figure sprang out from the void, only about ten feet away from High Priest Tu Mang.

"Old ghost Fusong, you finally showed up!"

High Priest Yan Zhan waved his hand with one hand, and the scorching sun-like divine eye struck down like a meteorite. The speed was so fast that even the void was shaken.

Before the meteorite fell, a hurricane vortex had already swept around Elder Fusong, which was the work of High Priest Tu Mang.

The two of them were only ten feet apart. At such a close distance, High Priest Tu Mang had already condensed the Immortal Dao Restriction. With a flick of his fingertips, the hurricane vortex was entangled.

laugh!

There seemed to be countless blades hidden in the hurricane, which scraped through Elder Fusong's body. Every inch of skin and flesh was peeled off, and a layer of white bones was soon revealed.

The hurricane vortex seems ordinary, but in fact it is the most powerful secret technique of High Priest Tu Mang. This technique can only be performed with the help of Tianfeng Banner.

Immediately afterwards.

The blazing sun god's eye came to him and instantly penetrated Elder Fusong's body.

The strongest secret techniques of Chen Huo and Jifeng are difficult for even a strong Douxiao Realm person to withstand. Moreover, Elder Fusong was seriously injured. He only has the cultivation level of Kai Pulse Realm and no spiritual treasure to protect him. Facing these two Taoist secret technique, almost no resistance.

"ah!"

The true fire of the Divine Eye was extremely hot, permeating every part of Elder Fusong's body, causing him so much pain that he even screamed.

"If you want to kill me, you have to pay the price!"

Peng!

Elder Fusong's body collapsed, and hundreds of cold rays shot out from the depths of his spiritual veins, 90% of which pierced towards Priest Feng Ming.

"This old guy wants to drag Priest Feng Ming to be buried with him."

High Priest Yan Zhan and High Priest Tu Mang quickly used their secret techniques to resist, but they hurriedly took action. Before the secret techniques could be condensed and formed, Leng Mang had already arrived in front of Priest Feng Ming.

when! when! when!

Most of the cold light was blocked by the golden plate, and part of it collided with the red light and shadow, and was annihilated and dissipated.

The remaining cold light fell around Priest Feng Ming, violently colliding with the protective spiritual shield.

Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!

More than a dozen cold rays shattered, but they also tore apart the protective spiritual shield completely, and all the remaining cold rays penetrated into Priest Feng Ming's body.

"Feng Ming!"

High Priest Zhenhuang's expression changed drastically.

After the protective spiritual shield collapsed, there were still four cold rays that had not dissipated, and they all penetrated into Priest Feng Ming's body. Can he block it?

As soon as the cold light entered the body, it turned into a strong frost, covering the whole body.

High Priest Zhenhuang quickly mobilized his spiritual power to help Priest Feng Min get rid of the cold air, but he couldn't help Priest Feng Min with those cold soul attacks.

It wasn't until this moment that High Priest Yan Zhan and High Priest Tu Mang rushed to Feng Ming's side. They both activated their spiritual power to drive away the frost in Priest Feng Ming's body.

laugh!

A puff of white smoke rose and the frost dissipated, but Priest Feng Ming was completely unconscious.

"This old ghost Fusong wanted to attack Priest Feng Ming before he died. He is really cruel." High Priest Yan Zhan cursed angrily.

"Fortunately, Feng Ming is just in a coma, and there is still soul aura remaining in the sea of ​​consciousness." High Priest Zhenhuang breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he doesn't die, with his level of cultivation in the fifth level of Kaimai, recovery will be a matter of time.

In terms of soul injuries, Priest Feng Min was far more serious than Priest Jintai who had lost his mind, but their cultivation levels were different and the difference was huge.

For those who are strong in the fifth level of Kai Mai, as long as the soul trauma does not reach the point of being shattered and the sea of ​​consciousness is intact, they can slowly recover.

Even if the soul of the Jintai priest is damaged by 30%, there is no way to save it.

"It's just a coma." The other two high priests also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Feng Min died here, they would owe Jinhuang Country a great favor, and it would not be easy to repay it in the future.

"After so much effort, we finally solved the old ghost Fusong," High Priest Yan Zhan shouted, "Tu Mang, quickly open the hurricane field, let's go see the situation of the water dragon array."

"Not urgent."

High Priest Tu Mang shook his head slightly and said, "This person may not be really dead. Let me investigate further."

The vitality of Douxiao Realm masters is so terrifying that even if only a piece of flesh and blood is left, they can be restored to their original state.

Of course, the premise is that the soul is safe and sound. If the soul is annihilated, even if the body is intact, it will be impossible to live again.

After a while.

High Priest Tu Mang smiled and said, "Without this person's spiritual energy in the hurricane field, he must have completely perished!"

"With the cultivation of the Pulse Opening Realm, I have endured the strongest secret techniques of you and me. If we are still alive, we might as well find a wall and hit ourselves to death!" High Priest Yan Zhan said.

The strength of the two of them is already close to the Douxiao Realm, and with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, the power of the secret technique is a bit stronger than that in the early stage of the Douxiao Realm, and they use the inherited treasure to perform the strongest secret technique, let alone Fu. Elder Song is seriously injured and has not recovered. Even if his cultivation level recovers, it will be difficult for him to survive.

"Fortunately, in the battle at Pengze Lake, this person's body was destroyed and the Sumeru bag was taken away," High Priest Tu Mang smiled, "If this person possesses Zhen Gang Sword Qi, as well as many Taoist talismans and spiritual treasures, we I really don’t dare to confront him head-on.”

"That's also the result of me and Zhenhuang. It has nothing to do with you old guy." High Priest Yan Zhan curled his lips.

"You two, Priest Feng Ming has been unconscious, and his soul may have been severely injured," High Priest Zhenhuang said, "I want to take Feng Ming to the altar hall to heal his wounds with the golden light of the statue. Tu Mang, you remove the hurricane barrier. Bar!"

"Okay, I'll cast the spell right now."

High Priest Tu Mang waved a few rays of spiritual power and merged into the Tianfeng Flag. The next moment, countless blue lights filled the air and merged into the hurricane barrier.

Snap!

A piece of earth and stone fell, followed by two, three...

The extremely tough hurricane barrier turned into ruins in a matter of seconds. Zhenhuang picked up the priest Feng Ming and fled towards the altar hall.

"Tu Mang, let's go to the Water Dragon Formation too!"

"Walk."

High Priest Tu Mang and High Priest Yan Zhan spread out their escaping light, turning into two stunning lights and disappearing into the distance.

No one noticed that at the moment when the hurricane barrier collapsed, Priest Feng Min's body trembled slightly, as if he was being pulled by some kind of energy.

…

Inside the altar hall.

High Priest Zhenhuang put Feng Ming down gently, looked at the golden light of the statue in the hall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, he discovered that the spiritual power in Priest Feng Ming's body was fading rapidly, and in just a few moments, most of it was gone.

"what happened?"

High Priest Zhenhuang quickly activated his spiritual power to explore the situation inside Feng Ming's body.

When his spiritual power touched Priest Feng Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, he was stunned!

Priest Feng Ming had a hole at the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness at some point, and the frost filled the air. As for the souls in the sea of ​​consciousness, they had completely dissipated.

"Feng Ming is dead?"

High Priest Zhenhuang couldn't believe the sight in front of him.

Not long ago, he could sense the aura of Priest Feng Ming, and the sea of ​​consciousness was intact. How come a hole was broken in just a moment?

"Could it be?" High Priest Zhenhuang felt a chill in his heart when he thought of a certain possibility. He no longer cared about the life and death of Priest Feng Ming and rushed straight towards the water dragon formation.

…

call!

The escape light falls.

High Priest Yan Zhan and High Priest Tu Mang appeared.

At this moment, there were two priests, Priest Quanming and Priest Chicheng, standing outside the water dragon formation. In addition, there were many Xuanguangtai priests who also stayed here.

These priests were all staring at the water dragon formation with complicated expressions.

"Quan Ming, Chicheng, why are you here?" High Priest Tu Mang asked in a deep voice.

Hearing the sound, the priests turned their heads.

"High Priest, has Elder Fusong solved it?" Quan Ming asked quickly.

"Fusong is dead," High Priest Tu Mang said. "The battle was successful without any danger. Unfortunately, Priest Feng Min was seriously injured and is still in a coma."

"Elder Fusong is finally dead!"

"This person is dead, and the crisis in the cult seems to have been resolved!"

All the priests breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quan Ming, Chi Cheng, you haven't answered yet, what's going on with the Water Dragon Formation, and why are you here?" High Priest Yan Zhan said in a deep voice.

"Reporting to the high priest, after discussing with Chicheng, I believe that the survival of the divine religion depends on millions of human races, not on the priests. If all mortals die, there is no point in our lives!" Priest Quanming replied.

"So you took the initiative and brought all the priests in the sect outside the water dragon formation?" High Priest Tu Mang looked gloomy.

They discussed for a long time yesterday, and finally asked Quan Ming and Chicheng to be responsible for sending away the priests in the sect, not because they hoped that the divine sect could leave some fuel to wait for one day to rise again.

But Quanming Chicheng and his two brothers acted like this, which put the divine religion in danger of destruction. How could the two high priests not be angry?

Fortunately, Elder Fusong died and the battle was won.

Otherwise, the divine religion will really be completely destroyed today.

"I will settle this matter with you later. Let's talk about it first. What happened to the Water Dragon Formation?" High Priest Tu Mang looked at the formation ahead.

The spiritual power within the formation is surging, and the fluctuations are so violent that it can be clearly sensed even through the formation barrier.

They even suspected that once the formation barrier collapsed, the terrifying tide of spiritual power would be enough to destroy all living things within a radius of dozens of miles.

"High Priest, someone is presiding over the water dragon formation." Priest Chicheng said.

"What did you say?!" High Priest Yan Zhan's face changed drastically, "How could this happen? Could it be that you and fellow Taoist Ximing joined forces and failed to stop Taoist Zhenhong?"

They couldn't believe that a mere sect disciple from the fourth level of Kaimai could actually overcome many obstacles and enter the Water Dragon Formation.

"High Priest, please be patient," Priest Quan Ming said, "The person presiding over this formation is probably not Taoist Zhenhong. According to our guess, the person presiding over the water dragon formation is probably Taoist Xi Ming."

"Fellow Taoist Cherish your life?"

The two high priests felt confused. What happened in the water dragon formation?

Just when they were about to ask, a ray of light flew over at great speed.

"Yan Zhan, Tu Mang, something happened!" High Priest Zhenhuang shouted loudly as soon as he showed his figure, "Old ghost Fusong is not dead. He is hiding in Feng Ming's body, and he may have entered the water dragon formation now."

"What did you say?"

The two high priests looked shocked.

"Feng Ming is dead. The soul of the old ghost Fusong has been hiding in the sea of ​​consciousness of priest Feng Ming. He didn't take the opportunity to escape until the hurricane field was broken." High Priest Zhenhuang said urgently, "Quickly, once the divine formation is opened, it will be too late. "

"Quick, hurry up and get into the Xumi bag!"

Priest Quanming and Priest Chicheng quickly activated the Sumeru bag, revealing the huge mouth of the bag.

Dozens of Xuanguangtai priests got in, including Quan Ming and Chicheng.

Later, the two Sumeru bags fell into the hands of the high priest Tumang.

"Tu Mang, you are good at the secret technique of wind movement, you are the fastest, and you have the greatest hope of escaping. I will give you these two Sumeru bags."

"good."

High Priest Tu Mang didn't waste any time, picked up the Xumi bag and ran away into the distance.

High Priest Zhenhuang and High Priest Yan Zhan followed closely behind, and all three of them rushed towards the entrance of the main altar. As long as they could rush into the main altar before the divine formation broke out, they could save their lives.