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Once Chen Banxian shows a hint of decline or unusualness, it can be easily seen.

He shook his magical power and his steps were slightly frivolous.

There was nothing he could do about it. Energy could replenish his mental strength but it was difficult to directly compensate for it. Even he couldn't bear it if it was used in large quantities.

But in the third round, he could still hold on.

On the other hand, the situation on the ancient tribe's side is not very good.

"Chief, shall we go?"

Some ancient tribes were shaken. They lost a lot of things in the impact just now.

Some people are even more unlucky. They encounter phantoms one after another and have no time to avoid them. All they have left is their hair to cover their shame.

"hold on!"

The chief gritted his teeth: "Look at the Night Clan, Prophet Yinglang hasn't taken action yet. Whenever she leaves, we will leave."

This sentence has been heard by people of many races.

Everyone looked at Yinglang in unison. Indeed, Yinglang didn't speak and she didn't leave, so there was no need for them to leave.

"Someone from the Lushu Ancient Clan asked: "Senior Yinglang, I heard that you are a prophet, and I have been seeing you for so long. I don't know what to do about it? "

Yinglang was high up, and she had already watched it twice.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and pulled off a strand of hair.

After the hair fell off, it quickly grew in size, turning into a zombie dragon with corpse energy, and crashed towards the big peak!

"Boom!"

The already cracked mountain peak collapsed completely, and most of it was knocked down.

Underground, Chen Banxian suddenly raised his head, these old ladies are so cruel!

She must have discovered something before she took the initiative.

"Era is strange and will not be fixed in one place for no reason."

Ying Lang pulled out a strand of hair again and turned into a big dragon to hit!

"So, there must be something weird in this mountain. As long as we find the source, it will be solved naturally."

Chen Banxian also heard this. He didn't expect Ying Lang to be so strong.

Face the weirdness of the theoretical era head-on, without fear of backlash.

He felt fierce in his heart, used his magical power directly during the impact, and took action again.

He made up his mind, if you take action, I will take action, let's see who can't hold on.

Was it that the ancient tribe was scared away, or that he was exposed.

The other party is solving puzzles, and he is pretending to be a ghost.

At this time, two big dragons continued to strangle the mountain peaks, and the plowing seemed to wipe out everything, while Chen Banxian's hazy magical power continued to pursue the ancient tribesmen.

He deliberately let some of the shadows get closer to Ying Lang, hoping to make him retreat.

But Yinglang was indeed Yinglang, the prophet of Yinggou bloodline of the Ye clan. At this time, the figure disappeared as soon as he moved, and the shadow could not catch up at all.

If you do it deliberately, it will be revealed.

Chen Banxian had no choice but to give up and secretly kept this comparison in his mind.

He didn't have time to dig out a small book, and the ancient tribesmen beat him in every possible way, and even the "form" of his body was "reversed" at a certain moment.

But he forcefully used his cultivation in the sixth realm to recover.

Yinglang pulled out another strand of hair and transformed into a third black dragon with corpse energy, speeding up the plowing.

Seeing that Mount Everest was getting shorter and shorter, at this moment the stone statue in his pocket shook and turned into a goddess again.

"Woooo..."

The goddess cried with tears in her eyes and said, "I'm going to die, I don't want to die."

Cracks continued to appear on her body, blood was bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and even the priestly statue was shattering.

The priesthood is different from other living beings. Once the realm of the priesthood is destroyed, they will also die together.

The priests of Baihu City, including Empress Roushan, took their own priesthood fields with them when they left.

Chen Banxian once used this method to threaten the priests.

He also killed many priests in this way, but now, the goddess was crying and was completely frightened by the fear of death.

"Women are trouble." He looked at the goddess coldly: "Why didn't you choose to become a man when you transformed?"

He couldn't stand it anymore: "You are a priest after all. Why don't you have the character and heroism of a priest? You will die when you die. Why are you crying?"

"Wow, how proud are you?"

The goddess cried loudly: "The way of heaven has given me the appearance of Yin Xiang. I have never harmed anyone. I have not had any contact with people since I became a priest, and I am suddenly going to die."

"Wow..." He wailed loudly: "I haven't lived enough yet. I haven't seen the hot summer and the streams. I haven't seen the cute fish in the water and the beautiful butterflies. I don't want to die. …

He really wanted to live. Chen Banxian thought of something and said in surprise: "Have you been on the mountain since you became a priest? Have you never gone down?"

"Where are we going?" the goddess cried aggrievedly, "I'm afraid. There are bad people outside, as well as scary beasts and monsters."

She kept sobbing: "I heard from mountain climbers that butterflies are very beautiful, but I have never seen one."

His red eyes looked at Chen Banxian, pure and flawless, without any evil thoughts.

"Don't tell me that you didn't fight back when you died before."

Chen Banxian thought of something. As a priest with the highest peak in the world, his strength was at least at the level of a great god. Even if the ancient tribe wanted to deal with him, he would have to pay a huge price.

However, everything was silent, and they didn't receive the slightest news in Donghuang.

"I can not……

The pitiful look of the goddess made Chen Banxian's temper suddenly relax.

"Help me, okay?" He tugged at the corner of Chen Banxian's clothes, his face flushed abnormally, and it was obviously time for him to return to his former glory.

Once this state passes, they will disappear between heaven and earth, as if they had never been there.

Chen Banxian stared at him for a moment and shook his head:

"I can't save you."

Although this priest is kind-hearted and timid, which makes people hate him, Chen Banxian has a big plan ahead and cannot give up because of him.

Sure enough, if you achieve great things, there will inevitably be troubles blocking your way.

He had a deeper understanding, and the goddess gritted her teeth and pulled on the corner of his clothes.

Seeing that Chen Banxian really didn't want to save him, she finally gave up.

He glanced at everything around him with eyes full of nostalgia, and finally remembered something and turned around to walk underground.

Do you plan to die somewhere no one knows?

Chen Banxian looked away, a little unbearable.

"I actually have a nice thing at home, do you want it?"

Soon, the goddess came over holding a box without any patterns on it, like wood or stone.

"What's this?"

Chen Banxian stared at the box, and his heart suddenly twitched!

A whim is not just an ordinary whim.

At this moment, a gap in the cracked mountain allowed sunlight to shine directly on the box.

God no longer hinted, but directly stated it. Chen Banxian picked up the box and felt a "stable" feeling in his heart.

This must be something very valuable.

"You gave it to me?" he asked the goddess in disbelief.

"I'm going to die. I'll leave this thing alone, so I'll give it to you."

At this moment, Chen Banxian couldn't help but look at him.

"Why don't you use this box as a condition to let me save you?"

"Ah? Can it still be like this?" He whispered in hindsight.

This is no longer innocent, this is stupid, like a three-year-old child.

Chen Banxian guessed that it might be because there were so few people on Mount Everest and he was afraid of life.

Like a piece of white paper, like the white snow on Mount Everest.

Chen Banxian looked complicated and opened the box.

Inside lies a jade ring covered with patterns.

"I see."

He suddenly realized that the secret of Mount Everest, a place close to heaven, turned out to be like this.

"I'll save you."

Chen Banxian spoke and stood up under the incredulous gaze of the goddess.

"But I won't show up, and I can't guarantee whether it will succeed."

He picked up the ring and walked somewhere underground.

The mountains are trembling, but a place under the ground shrouded in clear light is exceptionally quiet.

In the haze, it seemed like nothing happened.

The goddess followed and trembled all over: "It's that terrifying thing!"

However, a shadow walked out beside Chen Banxian. This was his attempt.

For this attempt, he tightly held the ring, ready to dissipate his magical power and hide it in the emperor jar at any time.

He was holding back the time to prevent accidents.

The magical power slowly approached, and the Qinghui moved slightly, as if it was touched, to identify the incoming person.

But the two were really similar, and Chen Banxian felt that he might become this weird after his death.

Stay safe and sound.

Chen Banxian breathed a sigh of relief, and joy flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, silly boy, you're saved."

goddess:? ? ?

I saw the phantom of the magical power holding up a cloud of mist and moving towards the outside of the mountain.

"Boom!"

The three big dragons were still digging into the avalanche, and the rocks were shattered. Ying Lang stared at the bottom of the mountain.

It's been a while since there was another Anno Weird appearance.

"Disappeared?" A member of the Night Clan asked: "Master Prophet, could it be that you have destroyed the things that the era is strangely attached to?"

"uncertain."

Ying Lang's eyes were looking down. Suddenly, the hearts of everyone present jumped.

It was as if something was pressing down on him and his heart was being held tightly.

Some ancient people even felt hypoxic.

"What's going on here?"

"I realized I wasn't in the right place, what's going on? This has never happened before."

"Prophet Yinglang, something is wrong. Have you really touched the weirdness of the era?"

They looked down the mountain and saw a mist appearing again, slowly approaching upwards.

"It's a figure holding something."

The ancient Spin Turtle tribe has sharp eyes: "This is different from before, everyone, be careful."

The ancient tribes raised their minds, that thing was approaching them.

The first one to bear the brunt was Ying Lang.

"Master Prophet, step back."

A servant walked out of the Yinggou clan. He carefully stood in the front. If anything went wrong, he would risk his life to save the prophet.

The prophet cannot be born. This is related to the heritage of the Yinggou family and their chances of winning.

"Um."

Ying Lang said a faint word, thought for a while, and pulled off a silver-white scale from his armor.

She threw it into the mist, and the next second, all the ancient tribesmen were numb.

That thing is extremely destructive, and the prophet's actions are always unpredictable.

However, as soon as the silver-white scales came into contact with Yun Yun, they suddenly disappeared.

Silent and silent, according to the past, the mist should disappear.

However, it is completely different now. The dense clouds are like ignited explosives, exploding with a bang!

The moon-like mist expanded instantly and enveloped the world!

"not good!"

Some ancient tribes felt desperate for a moment, but other ancient tribes were faster than them and were already escaping from here.

Everyone went to see the Night Clan, and were shocked to find that the Night Clan was already tens of millions of miles away.

These races had already prepared some, but those who were unprepared or too late were unable to escape.