Seeing that his virus was trapped in the Anqingyu, Yilan's face darkened.
Of course, as an oracle, this mist is not his only method.
Disease has ten thousand ways to kill people.
He raised his arm and was about to do something when a figure wearing a dark blue Han robe suddenly broke through the purple mist and landed in front of him as steadily as lightning.
Jialan pressed the button on the black box, and a golden spear ejected from the black box and landed steadily in her hand.
She held the Tianque in her hand, her black hair blowing slightly in the wind, her eyes staring at the disease, and her fighting spirit was high:
"Come on," she said with a smile, "try and see if your virus can kill me?"
Boom!
Her feet stamped on the ground, and her figure flew out like lightning. The golden spear in her hand was pointed at the disease, and a thick golden light beam spurted out, directly piercing the dead night sky and illuminating a dark corner.
the other side.
Insect Plague frowned slightly as he looked at the already chaotic battlefield.
Her sleeves swayed slightly in the air, and densely packed poisonous insects crawled out of her body and spread around at an alarming speed. Just when they were about to blend into the battlefield, a crisp finger snap sounded.
Snapped!
The surrounding air was rapidly separated and compressed.
A cloud of sparks burst out.
The next moment, the blazing fireball bloomed under the night sky like a burning sun, and all the poisonous insects on the ground were immediately submerged in the sea of fire!
A figure stood calmly in the sea of fire, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers again.
Snapped!
The wall of vacuum descended, and the surrounding flames were instantly extinguished.
Shen Qingzhu was wearing a flowing cloud feather fabric and stood in the only vacuum in the fire scene. His eyes were staring at Insect Disaster's eyes, extremely cold.
There is not a complete vacuum around him. Shen Qingzhu can now use precise control to condense air bubbles one after another in the vacuum. While maintaining his breathing in the vacuum, he can also transmit sound through bubbles.
He looked at the insect plague and said calmly:
"I couldn't kill you this morning, now I'm here to take your head."
"My head?" Insect Disaster sneered, "Just you?"
"of course not."
A smile appeared at the corner of Shen Qingzhu's mouth.
A red-robed figure fell from the sky like a shooting star!
Boom! !
The figure fell behind Shen Qingzhu, wearing a red robe fluttering in the wind. Insect Shima turned his head in confusion, and when he saw that familiar face, his pupils suddenly shrank!
"Fire?! How is this possible?!"
Standing behind Shen Qingzhu is none other than the original Oracle No. 4, "Fire"!
After the Battle of Osaka, Huo Huo was personally killed by Lin Qiye, and then the military disaster started the reshaping process in the Pure Land to re-create Huo's body.
With the science and technology of Pure Land, it is possible to copy the "Fire" soul consciousness in the cloud to a new body, thereby completely resurrecting it. But before Fire's body was reshaped, An Qingyu and Jiang Er seized the Pure Land.
The Oracle did not have time to upload the consciousness of "Fire".
That is to say
What is left in the Pure Land is a "fire" that has no self-awareness and can only be controlled by the automatic control system of "Yujin"!
And "Yujin" has been completely wiped out by Jiang Er.
Therefore, it is Jiang Er who controls Oracle No. 4 now!
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" The corner of Huo Huo's mouth raised slightly, a red halo of light flashed slightly in his left eye, and Jiang Er's voice came from it, "I like this gift you left for me very much.
I will use his fire to burn the pure land. "
Jiang Er's voice disappeared, and the controlled fire slowly raised his hand. Fiery lines of fire condensed in the air, and the temperature in the surrounding environment rose rapidly!
Insect Disaster's face suddenly turned ugly!
Three Oracles and six members of the Night Team were fighting together.
These oracles are enough to compete with the strong ones in the "Klein" realm, but in the Night Team, only Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan and Jialan have the fighting power of the "Infinite" realm. Although they are a little worse in realm, Relying on the power of the Forbidden Ruins and the cooperation between them, they can still fight back and forth with them.
In addition, Jiang Er controls "Fire" who is also an oracle, and can also deal with an oracle independently, and the situation is extremely anxious.
Seeing this, Prisoner frowned.
You must know that this battle is being broadcast live to the entire "human circle" simultaneously. Once the oracle fails to win this battle, or it is an extremely tragic victory, it will have a great negative impact on the stability of the divine power. Influence.
They need a crushing victory!
Prisoner took a deep breath, and the black halo in his left eye shrank. He raised his arm and slowly grabbed everyone in the Night Team.
At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank!
In the void behind him, a man wearing a black windbreaker walked out like a ghost, holding a long snow-white knife.
"what you up to?"
Lin Qiye's voice echoed in Prisoner's ears.
Prisoner's figure flashed forward like lightning. His right hand that he had already stretched out quickly returned his grip. Black prison sticks surged out from the darkness under his feet, intertwined and entangled, and turned into a giant black prison rod. The sword swung towards Lin Qiye's body.
clang! !
A huge blade projection appeared at the same time, colliding with the giant sword, and invisible air waves burst out at the collision point of the two!
The strong wind blew Lin Qiye's black hair, and those bright golden eyes burned like the scorching sun.
Prison disaster broke out in a cold sweat!
When did he come behind me
Why is there no trace or energy fluctuation at all
Prisoner steadied his figure and looked at the snow-white sword in Lin Qiye's hand, with deep confusion in his eyes.
Is that a Fujin sword
When did the Fujin Nine Swordsmen have such a sword
"Are you the Oracle No. 1 who imprisoned Cao Yuan?" Lin Qiye held Zhanbai in his hand, wore a black windbreaker, and walked slowly towards the prison.
"So what?" Prisoner said coldly, "The blasphemous heretic should have been executed. If I hadn't wanted to pry open his mouth and find a way to leave here, he would be a corpse now.
Moreover, maybe you don’t even know what kind of monster he is! "
"monster?"
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, "My brother is not a monster.
Even if he really is,
Who dares to call him a monster
I will kill anyone! "
After Lin Qiye finished speaking, he swung out the Zhanbai in his hand like electricity. A flash of snow-white sword light ignored the flickering of space and flew straight towards the prison head!