Prajna was straight, looking at the annihilated gate of fate in the sky, feeling the shaking of the earth, and said, "It is better to freeze to death than to be killed by someone."

Gong Nanfeng smiled and said, "I have calculated that I will not die this time. Besides, there are the monks of Wuyue Ming, the high priest of death, the high priest of blessing, the high priest of fierce priest, and the high priest of rage. Where can I hurt me if I have the monks of the ten dark forces?"

"I have an ominous premonition." Prajna said.

The four high priests and Que, who were sitting next to the stove, looked at her with caution.

Even Gong Nanfeng put away his smile and said, "Don't scare me."

As the goddess of destiny, holding the heavenly order blessed by the divine power of the twelve gods, she has cultivated the door of the true self. Her premonition is not just a feeling, but must be taken seriously.

Seeing Prajna's expression serious, Gong Nanfeng said: "I'll count it again."

"Since that's the case, then fight quickly and decide quickly. I will collect this wave of nets first and then catch other fish."

After Wuyue Minghuang finished speaking, a bright gate of fate condensed above his head, and his body turned into a ray of light, flew into the sky, hitting the 800-mile-long deceased ghost ship.

The four high priests were still sitting by the stove and grilling the fire.

The High Priest of Death drank the bloody wine.

The High Priest Fulu narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The High Priest of the Rage Heaven seemed to want to do something, but when he looked at the sky, he saw the five dead gods, four life emperors, the Fulu Temple, the Fulu Temple, and the Fierce God Palace, and the Fierce God Palace, which seemed to be able to deal with it, so he continued to sit there again.

The fire burns even more vigorously!

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Chapter completed!