Chapter 8 The Prophet's Death
Chapter 8 The Death of the Prophet Ghost Seat
"Oh my god, the mountain people just want to borrow something. Not only do you refuse to be beautiful, but you actually want to take advantage of my unpreparedness and bully others. It is really disrespectful and shameless!"
Yun Mengzhou shook his head exaggeratedly, and then took out the Tianshan Jasper Ring.
"Adhere to the way of heaven, transform two rituals, one Qi and five elements."
I saw Yun Mengzhou suddenly shoot out a fairy light from the top, and then divided into five rays, which were green, red, yellow, white and black. The light fell to the ground and turned into five Taoists who looked exactly like him, except that the colors of their clothes were different.
"What kind of magic is this?" The six prophets were greatly surprised.
Yun Mengzhou did not answer their questions, "Okay now, we are equal in number. This is fair and just!"
Six Yun Mengzhou took action at the same time, each facing a demon prophet.
The Taoist in green is a wood person. His face is calm and his hand is wrapped with a magic rope. When he waves it, shadows of the rope are wrapped around the demonic consciousness.
The Taoist in red clothes belongs to fire. His face is red and his ears are red. He holds a feather fan in his hand and flaps it repeatedly. The infinite flames burn the spiritual view.
The Taoist in yellow clothes belongs to earth. He has a compassionate face and holds an umbrella in his hand. When the umbrella rotates, huge rocks will hit Yaowen one after another.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Lingguan jumped around in the fire, his body and face were scorched black;
Yaowen tried all his dodges in disgrace, but still couldn't avoid the huge boulder falling from the sky;
"You! You actually!"
His smile was still gentle, but the words he spat out were like the frost of nine cold days.
Demons are raging, and the forbidden curse that can crush everything into dust collides with the five-element riot, and the five-color divine light that can return the universe to death. One side is like a demon dragon flapping its wings, and the other side is like a god delivering punishment, and the world in the ring suddenly becomes heavenly.
Shake the ground.
Even so, in terms of complete strength, he is currently the second person on the stage, second only to Yama Hanba!
If in the outside world, these clones can only last for a stick of incense after fierce fighting, but in the ring world carefully created by Yun Mengzhou, these clones can last for a long time.
As he yelled out his proud identity at the last word, the other five prophets blew themselves up one after another, and the demonic soul was injected into Guizhi's body.
The six prophets merged together, and Guizhi suddenly rose to more than three meters tall, exuding astonishing magical power. His face was covered with veins, his eyes were red, his hands were kneading, and his clothes were flying, vowing to use up all his magic power to perish with the enemy.
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"Can you win?" Guizhi tried his best to squeeze the demonic energy from his body while staring at the center of the battlefield.
Following Guizhi's sonorous words, the emotions of the other prophets gradually became more uplifted.
The five incarnations all dissipated and turned into five-color spiritual light and returned to Yun Mengzhou's body. He put away the Wujiu Silver Whip, and the Tianshan Jasper Ring hung in front of him, and the five-color divine light gradually shone on it.
Xie Hui's shape was the most miserable, being stabbed with Geng Jin sword energy and dripping with blood, just like a bloody gourd;
In just a moment, the demonic consciousness was entangled in his right hand by the magic rope, and his robe was broken, revealing whip marks;
"The power of demons, the source of evil, and the nine transformations transform the dust!"
Mingjian's body was stiff, covered with white frost, almost frozen into a popsicle;
Such a person, even if he only uses half of his skills, is definitely not a match for civil servants like the Six Prophets of Ghost Seat.
He even regretted merging with the other five prophets. Otherwise, given his own foundation, he would have been shattered to pieces the moment he was swallowed by the five-color torrent, and there would be no way he could remain conscious while enduring such an attack.
The Taoist in white is a metal person. He has a majestic face and is holding an immortal sword. Pointed at the sword peak, the dense sword energy flies across the sky and stabs Xie Hui.
Even though the demons were indifferent towards each other, and the six prophets were all advisors, and they had countless conflicts with each other, he couldn't help but feel sad when he realized that he and others were about to face the end of their fate.
Yun Mengzhou has been practicing for thousands of years, and his strength has already reached the peak of innateness, and he has the ability to surpass the heavens. However, because his state of mind is not perfect enough, he has never been able to truly step into the super-innate category.
Each of the six prophets was seriously injured, and the most serious ones found it difficult to even stand. Only by supporting each other did they maintain their final dignity.
Yun Mengzhou put away her smile and sighed softly: "Oh, why bother..."
"What's wrong?"
The other five prophets had already understood their own destiny, so they directly exploded their demonic energy and endured the attacks from Yun Mengzhou's clones before returning to Guizhi's side.
However, Yun Mengzhou's true form is up against Guizhi, the leader of the prophets. The blameless silver whip is not afraid of evil spirits, and the power of the pure saint is the nemesis of evil spirits.
"The five spirits are extinct and fall into the Imperial Capital."
Thinking back to the days when the alien world was just unblocked, they strategized, directed the country, and carried out a series of tricks to defeat Zhongyuan Zhengdao and their old rivals Xuanzong and Wanshengyan. How high-spirited they were!
They exchanged the devil's heart, revived the devil, and used undercover to steal the colorful clouds that could contact the enemy Lian Emei. They thought this was the best moment to annihilate the righteous path of the Central Plains in one fell swoop, and it was the time for the alien demon world to control the world.
What went wrong in this solid step that ended up in this situation?
He looked into Guizhi's bloodshot eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly put his left hand down from his back.
"You! Poof..."
"Oh, you're talking about this."
He looked up and saw that the five fellow practitioners who had been together for a long time were all covered with bruises and dying under the attack of Yun Mengzhou's clone.
"Because you are too weak, I don't even need two hands to deal with you."
"Those who surrender will be born as slaves, and those who resist will lose their lives. Who knows what you think?" Yun Mengzhou said to him with a smile.
If that idiot hadn't sent back the wrong information, how could they have reached a desperate situation!
"That's enough." Guizhi interrupted Ming Jian's wailing, "We, the six prophets, will follow the Demon Lord, conquer the Tao realm, destroy Xuanzong, and fight against monks and Buddhas. Even if we can no longer serve the Demon Lord in the future, the Demon Realm will surely dominate the world.
!Success does not have to be mine, success must be mine!"
The torrent dissipated, and Guizhi's broken body fell heavily to the ground. With his last stubbornness, he tried to open his eyelids, bent his neck, and looked in the direction of the enemy.
Guizhi felt that his body was instantly struck by various forces, sharp and thick, cold and hot. His skin seemed to be divided into countless pieces, and each piece suffered completely different pain.
But he did not close his eyes and wait for death, but shouted loudly: "Everyone, now is the time for us to be loyal to the demon world!"
For a time, the six prophets fell into a dilemma.
The Taoist in black is a water person. His face is like ice. He holds a jade vase in his hand, the mouth of the vase is tilted, and the endless cold air freezes the dark view.
Yun Mengzhou put his left hand behind his back, stretched his right hand forward, and spread his fingers. The light on the empty Tianshan jasper ring in front of him gradually converged, and then flew back to his hand.
However, before he had time to see clearly, the five-color torrent suddenly became more powerful, swallowing up the dark demonic current in the blink of an eye, and then Guizhi had no time to retreat.
But the same thing was that he felt heartbreaking pain everywhere.
The spell of Manipulating the Way of Heaven, Hua Liangyi, and Yiqi Five Elements allows Yun Mengzhou to turn the five qi in his chest into a five-element clone with the same strength as himself at the cost of reducing half of his strength.
Who is this Yun Mengzhou who returned to Penglai? He actually ruined the good situation that the demon world saw in one fell swoop!
"We can't compete with each other! We can't compete with monks!" Ming Jian looked up to the sky and roared, his voice as shrill as a night owl.
Guizhi was also beaten by Yun Mengzhou's body and was unable to fight back. He vomited black demon blood and half-knelt on the ground.
It was originally the threatening words that Guizhi said to Mu Shaoai, Jin Bazhen and others before the war started, but now they were returned intact. The always proud leader of the Prophet Ghost Seat suddenly became furious and vomited demon blood again.
"Even if we die, we must not lose our spirit as prophets! We are the ghosts, prophets, and prophets that the devil relies on most in the alien demon world!"
"You...poof!"
Guizhi vomited blood again, and then fell into eternal darkness.
I exhausted all my strength and wrote another chapter. I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Yun Mengzhou: I will kill those who can be killed by practicing Emei, and I will kill even more those who cannot be killed by practicing Emei. I will eradicate the roots and become invincible in the world. This is me, Yun Mengzhou!
Chapter completed!