The power of the prophet alone is enough to make this old man invincible! What is his high priest qualified to fight with this old man?

He will definitely lose! But even so, he finally raised the Teng Snake Staff in his hand, waved the Teng Snake Staff directly, activate the power of the divine beast on the Teng Snake Staff, and bombarded the Great Prophet.

As mentioned before, there are some things that are not turned back! The body of the evil saint has recovered. As the high priest of the Teng clan, Tengshan must persevere to the end, lead the Teng clan, and compete with the spirit clan for a better and worse! In order to obtain the recognition of the evil saint! In order to let the saint lead the Teng clan and leave this world! It is no longer important who is right and wrong between him and the Great Prophet! And when the leaders of the two tribes in the sky fought together, under the battlefield, the Lingyun Elder of the Spirit clan who suppressed five or six elders of the Teng clan's realm with just one person, could not help but be attracted by the battle situation above the sky. When the great prophet opened and fought with the high priest like a mad demon, the elder of the spirit clan, who was the most famous except the great prophet, sighed quietly.

"Has the situation really reached the worst outcome as predicted by ancient sages?"

Elder Lingyun couldn't help but clench his fists. He practiced hard for two hundred years to practice qi, so that the worst thing would not happen today. However, no one could predict where the worst thing would happen and what situation would it be presented! Even the great prophet could not predict! This feeling of not being able to grasp one's own destiny is really annoying! But what can I do?

"The spiritual tribe obeys the order and casts spells with all their might. If you don't hold back, today, my spiritual tribe vows to regain the first position of the entire Tengling tribe!"

A more intense and bloody war broke out.

The entire holy mountain is in chaos.

A wound was torn apart on the island in the middle of the lake that had been quiet for endless years.

In the cave where the Saint's Relic Golden Dragon was imprisoned, Lin Hao was also torn a wound.

This wound was not on the body, but on the heart! At this moment, Lin Hao was trembling all over, his eyes staring blankly at the entrance of the cave where the golden dragon was imprisoned. There was a hand stretched out from inside, sank on the ground, and there was a pool of blood under the back of his hand.

At this moment, he was afraid to walk over.

Because he recognized that this hand was the hand of the immortal in the painting! It was the hand that protected his chest when he often blushed and scolded him for being a slutty man peeking at other people's bodies.

It’s OK, this fair and tender palm is not the fairy in the painting, so who can it belong to?

And if he said why he didn't dare to walk over... it was not because the palm was pale and bloodless at the moment, nor because of the pool of blood under the palm, but because... he just stood here and could see that the palm and that palm were actually sank there alone... The hand was broken.

It was occupied and abandoned here. All the blood flowed out, leaving only a pale little hand lying there.

Lin Hao widened his eyes and stared at the palm on the ground blankly. His back felt cold and his chest was filled with anger. His consciousness was a little scared and blackened at this moment... It was not that he had cut off the immortal's hand in the painting! But that he was afraid that he would see the incomplete corpse of the girl... "Immortal..." "Immortal..." Lin Hao called out with a trembling corner of his mouth. Even if he didn't want to move forward, he had to walk towards the broken hand immediately. Only the broken hand was left in his eyes. He walked over quickly and picked up the broken hand on the ground.

!In an instant, a warm blood dyed Lin Hao's hands red. Lin Hao looked at the broken hand trembling. He tried hard to suppress the anger in his chest and tried to keep himself rational. Then he slowly looked up and looked at the cave where the golden dragon was imprisoned! The golden dragon was still there! But at this moment, the golden dragon was almost dying, and there was no inspiration in his open longan eyes, just looking at the air empty! But at this moment, at the moment when he appeared here, the golden dragon still moved its huge head. Even though his whole body was nailed by one hundred and eight soul-suppressing nails, it moved its head with difficulty and looked at him.

The eyes were still empty, but it seemed like a flash of a flash of people, seeing friends and friends, and seeing the faint expression of the brother master.

“Yes, who is it?”

“Who did it?”

“Who did it?

!?"

Boom! A surging momentum erupted from Lin Hao's body, and he could hardly suppress the anger in his body anymore! He clearly remembered that not long ago, when he and the immortal in the painting left from now on, the golden dragon was as sluggish, but it was not like it is now.

Now the golden dragon seemed to be about to be drained from death! It was on the verge of death! But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a black coffin next to the dragon body of the golden dragon! And the moment he noticed the coffin, a familiar fragrance spread from the coffin! "The immortal in the painting?"

"Xian'er!!"

With a loud bang! Lin Hao almost teleported, tore the air apart, and appeared next to the coffin and immediately looked into the coffin! But he saw that the person lying in the coffin was not the immortal in the painting, so who could it be?

Zhengzheng is the immortal in the painting!! But at this moment, the immortal in the painting had only one arm left, which was almost broken from the elbow down! However, this was not what made Lin Hao feel most distressed and shocked. What Lin Hao couldn't accept the most was that the immortal in the painting was lying in the coffin at this moment was also nailed... One hundred and eight soul-squeezing nails!!! Lin Hao almost subconsciously pulled out the nails and penetrated the 108 large holes on the body of the immortal in the painting

But just as he was about to take action, he suddenly remembered what the immortal in the painting once said, forcibly pulling out these nails will only make the nailed person sink forever, and it is hard for the gods to save them! "Immortal..." Lin Hao's voice trembled, his eyes were already red before the demon body was activated! What happened! It was only half an hour! Why did everything become like this in half an hour?

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Who is it? Who did this?

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"Who is it!!"

"Who is it!! Come out for me!! Come out!!!"
Chapter completed!