Volume 1 Chapter 921: No Escape From Death

Chapter 921: There is no escape from death

In this hazy and dark fierce killing formation, a sneer came out softly: "Evil things are evil things."

After saying these words, the thunder waterfall stopped, with the fortune teller as the center, a bright silver halo flashed out, and a crackling sound was heard at the same time. Thousands of lightning burst out from his body and shot in all directions. The soldiers were all destroyed by this lightning strike.

All the Yin soldiers were wiped out, and the Second Ghost Ancestor was not in a hurry, and sneered: "The divine envoy is nothing more than that." He raised his arms, and the world suddenly became dark, as if he had come to the underworld. Here, the Second Ghost Ancestor was the one who god. As he raised his hand, countless ghosts quickly filled the darkness, thick and endless, completely covering the fortune teller's thunder and lightning attack. No matter how powerful his lightning attack is, it can't pierce countless ghosts at once.

At this time, the Second Ghost Ancestor smiled coldly again: "Are you the only one who can explode? Explode for me!" There were countless explosions in the dark world. Countless ghosts rushed towards the fortune teller and were intercepted by lightning, unable to get close. Then it exploded into pieces with thunder and lightning.

In this thunder, the mountain god's boulder slammed down. Even if there were thousands of ways to attack the god's envoy, he could only use the simplest and most direct method to attack. Against the background of countless thunder and lightning explosions and ghost explosions, this hit was silent, but it carried a huge force and pressed straight down on the physiognomist.

During the battle between the two ghost ancestors and the fortune teller, there was darkness, and the mountain god turned the sand below into another stone mountain magic weapon. As long as the two stones were put together, even the divine envoy might not be able to survive.

Just when the two rocks were about to hit each other, thousands of rays of light suddenly shot out in the darkness, either golden or silver, penetrating all the ghosts and illuminating the scene in the field. However, the two huge rocks did not hit each other, and there was silence in the middle. A flag was erected, a flag made of white linen, gently holding open two stones.

This flag is like Optimus Prime, holding up the boulder above. Standing beside the flag is a fortune teller. The flashing thunder and lightning all over his body is no longer there, and his whole body disappears into a ball of light. It was just like the light scattered by the Mountain God and the others after they ate the broken pills, but the color was different. He stood in the silver light, and the silver shone brightly, blinding the eyes, illuminating all the darkness. The countless ghosts summoned by the Second Ghost Ancestor quickly dissipated without a trace under the silver light.

In the silver light, the fortune teller said softly: "I am nothing more than that." He repeated what the two ghost ancestors said sarcastically to him. After saying these words, a silver lightning gently floated out of the silver light, bending and slowly extending forward, and At that place, Zhou Zheng suddenly appeared, and the long thorn in his hand pierced into the silver mass, making a banging sound, piercing the silver light, and revealing the sharp thorn on the other side of the light mass.

However, his sneak attack was calculated by the fortune teller. He stabbed the silver ball of light, and he was also blasted by silver lightning. It was like a small piece of paper that was burned by fire and instantly turned into ashes. Zhou Zheng was the note, and as soon as the silver lightning reached his body, he heard a Zira sound, and the whole person disappeared, leaving only a small piece of ashes under the desert.

Five people set up a formation to ambush the divine envoy, Meng Nu was beaten into a cripple, the black monster merged with the two ghost ancestors, and Zhou Zheng was killed. At this time, only one person and a huge stone were left.

Zhou Zheng was killed, and the Second Ghost Ancestor knew that he had only one last chance to fight. He would die anyway, so it would be better to die alone. He took out a piece of broken pill and said to Zhang Awei: "The pill you gave me, actually, I died in In your hand." As soon as he raised his hand and swallowed the pill, he saw another ball of golden light burst out, which contrasted with the fortune teller's silver light. It looked very nice, but unfortunately, under these two beautiful lights, there was endless murderous intent. It's a fight to the death.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the dark clouds and wind just now disappeared. The yellow sand land reappeared in front of me. On the ground was a linen flag holding up a black stone mountain. At the bottom of the mountain, on the side of the flag was a ball of silver light, and a figure vaguely flashed in the silver light. , Chong Zhang was afraid and said: "The so-called god transformation means transforming yourself to become a soul. There is no foundation building, no golden elixir, and no soul soul. You are your own god, and every part of your body is your god. "

After he said this, the stone mountain above his head flew away. After some changes, a tall stone man landed. He asked the fortune teller coldly in a thick voice: "Have you been waiting for us?"

This is the question Zhang Wen has always wanted to ask, why would the fortune teller know that Erguizu and others are ambushing him.

A chuckle came from the silver light: "It's boring for you to stay underground all day long. There is only one person like me in this world, and it's also boring." The implication is that it all depends on him whether he will kill you or not, and how he will kill you. It depends on your mind. Listening to his voice, Zhou Zheng's dying blow failed to cause him any harm.

After taking the broken pill, the Second Ghost Ancestor stood still. The golden light emitted from his body never dissipated. After carefully checking his body, he sighed: "It's a pity that the Great Ghost Ancestor couldn't come out." He held his arm forward and There was only a snap sound, and the silver ball on the opposite side was smashed, revealing a slightly surprised fortune teller. However, he had a high level of cultivation, and his surprised face flashed away, replaced by a clear smile, and he said softly: "It's a bit interesting." It was obvious that from the beginning of the fight to now, everything was under his control.

The Second Ghost Ancestor said coldly: "Believe me, it's definitely not just a bit interesting." With a wave of his hand, wind and clouds suddenly rose on the sand, and strong winds rolled up out of thin air. The winds swirled wildly, and sand people jumped out of the wind from time to time. , each wielding sand and stone weapons and rushed towards the fortune teller.

The fortune teller chuckled and said, "You should believe me, it's just a bit interesting." He stretched out his arms and roared wildly, and suddenly a pool of thunder suddenly appeared in front of him. Thousands of thunders fired together, and lightning smashed the sand man into pieces, and hundreds of thunder struck him. After the wind scroll, a piece of light flashed, the thunder and lightning actually split the invisible wind scroll.

The second ghost ancestor looked at all this expressionlessly. After the last wind scroll was broken, he asked, "Where is Li?" He was asking about a spirit-transforming cultivator, the one who locked the great ghost ancestor in the spirit-refining temple.

The fortune teller laughed and said, "Nonsense, if the spirit-transforming cultivator doesn't die, then I should die. What do you think will happen to him?"

The second ghost ancestor nodded and said nothing. Before he and the great ghost ancestor were separated into two people, he and Li were very good friends, but unfortunately they were not.

Maybe because he hadn't had an opponent for a long time and felt a little bored, he said a few more words at this time. The fortune teller said, "You must have had a hard time enduring in the underground? You gave all your cultivation to the ghosts, fearing that your cultivation would grow too fast and lead me to kill you."

The second ghost ancestor didn't say anything, but silently recited the spell in his heart, which was as many as a thousand words. He kept reciting it in his heart, and the fortune teller was talking nonsense: "Can't you bear it anymore? If you are still the same as before, I will always let you go, but why do you come out?"

After hearing this, the corners of the second ghost ancestor's eyes suddenly jumped twice, and he was obviously angry. In order to avoid interruption of the spell, he closed his eyes and didn't look at him. He suppressed his anger and concentrated on chanting the spell. It didn't take long to finish chanting the spell. With a bang, his body grew more than five times, like a giant, and his clothes were torn apart. The golden light brought by taking the broken pill disappeared.

The second ghost ancestor became taller and his appearance changed. His eyes were red, his mouth had fangs, and his face was ferocious. He no longer had the original elegant demeanor, and he was as scary as a ghost.

Seeing this change, the fortune teller sighed lightly: "Borrowing soul spell? No matter how many souls and powerful ghosts you can summon, it is useless. Look at this." As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and countless lightnings were flying in his palm.

As they talked, the stone man transformed by the mountain god did not move. Just when the fortune teller raised his right hand, the stone man moved, rushed to the fortune teller in an instant, punched the countless lightnings in his palm, and hit the fortune teller with his other hand like a stone hammer.

He moved very quickly. It was unknown whether the fortune teller deliberately did not dodge or did not have time to dodge, allowing him to hit him with two punches. Unfortunately, his two punches only dispersed the countless tiny lightning in his palm, but the fortune teller did not move at all, as if he was not hit, and whispered: "Pool of Ten Thousand Thunders."

With only four words, the scattered tiny lightning appeared in his palm again, and then rose into the air, pulling out a huge dark cloud in the sky, which was full of entangled lightning that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The Second Ghost Ancestor snorted and laughed: "It's just relying on the power of lightning, not your ability, and look at my ghost thunder." As he spoke, he stood up straight, opened his mouth and sprayed, and a black light ball blasted out of his mouth. As soon as the light ball came out, countless black lightnings were immediately separated, which hit the Pool of Ten Thousand Thunders. There was a crackling sound, and the two types of lightning were consumed after the collision, leaving some smoke and dust rising up.

The Pool of Ten Thousand Thunders was destroyed, and the fortune teller shook his head and said, "How many souls can you borrow? How many ghost thunders can you release?" As he spoke, he turned his palms upward, and two more pools of ten thousand thunders appeared.

The fortune teller said softly, "I'll give it to you." He threw his hands one after another, and saw the lightning in the sky spread out and struck down, one after another, endlessly, as if it would strike until the end of the world.

Seeing countless lightning strikes, the second ghost ancestor did not retreat but advanced. He stretched out his giant palm, and a ghost axe appeared in his hand. He swung it and chopped at the fortune teller, flashing the lightning behind him.

The fortune teller did not dodge either, and pointed his finger at the giant axe. With a click, a lightning bolt hit the bone axe. Unexpectedly, the bone axe was very hard and was not broken apart. Only a little mark was left on the surface, and it continued to strike at the fortune teller.

At the same time, the mountain god jumped over. The two punches just now failed to knock down the fortune teller, and he was holding back a rage in his heart. He took this opportunity to attack the second ghost ancestor from the front and back, in order to kill the fortune teller. He was a stone body, tall and strong. Just like last time, he punched and smashed, but there was a little cold light flashing in his palms, holding two sharp blades. If the fists can't hurt you, I'll use the knife to cut you.

At this point, the fortune teller finally lost his patience and suddenly felt bored, so he decided to end the fight. Seeing the two people attacking together, the fortune teller's figure floated back, avoiding two attacks, and then shouted: "Hit." With the shout, a trace of consciousness flew out from the top of the fortune teller's head, and then a lightning pillar appeared in the air, thicker than a human body, flashed lightly, accompanied by a loud noise, and hit the enlarged Second Ghost Ancestor.

The Second Ghost Ancestor dodged in a hurry, but it was not as fast as lightning, and was hit by the huge thunder on his right shoulder. In the charred black, the entire right arm was chopped off from the shoulder, and the air exuded the smell of burnt meat.