57 Rainstorm Prelude

The sky and the earth are dark, everything is peaceful, and the silver needle can be heard.

Time stays here and no longer goes forward.

The light of the firefly starlight floats in the air. Usually, this is the habitat of insects, but now they dare not cross the thunder pool.

The mysterious man known as the high priest suspended in mid-air and the black soul lingered, like the demonic spirit suddenly soared to the sky. It made the day even darker, as if it was about to fall. The sound of crying, knocking gongs and animals barking in the distance. There must be disaster in the vision of heaven and earth.

The sky has collapsed! That's the first feeling. Fusheng thought to himself in his heart: What a great divine power can shake the sky. This person is not simple. Yan Jun looked at the mysterious man in the air, and the black soul on his body flashed with scorching eyes. There is more envy and admiration. The black soul of hell comes from the soul of hell. It's difficult for the old Pluto wandering soul to go there where he and Qingwu went, not to mention taking the black soul out to refine them. He can't do any of this. It seems that they have met a strong enemy.

The man in white standing in the clouds thousands of miles above is squatting beside a foreign beast rhinoceros canal that looks like a cow or a cow, looking down at them condescendingly. The look in his eyes is solemn.

"Master, what do you think that person is?" The rhinoceros canal around him asked respectfully and cleverly. Contrary to his huge and bulky appearance, it gives people a funny feeling that it looks like a pug that doesn't look like an ancient fierce beast. It is said that the man in white who is the owner is the supreme Xuanqing of the demon world at the top of today.

Xuanqing stood calmly with his hands on his back. He had a light look and said objectively, "This man's magic power can shake the sky, and there must be a black soul in the underworld. And before the man took action, the spiritual energy of everything around him was sucked into his body and became his own spiritual power.

"Oh? Why didn't I see it?" The rhinoceros canal widened his eyes again and made sure to look carefully, but there was still no change. In his eyes, the black man just stood there and did not have any spiritual power to suck on him.

Xuanqing slanted at it as if he hated steel. He raised his spiritual power and wiped it into his eyes and said, "Open!"

"Ah, ah, really. The master has condensed a lot of various spiritual powers, and there is a continuous rush to him. Isn't this ability only available to the master? Xuanqing ignored its excited discovery. I just said one thing lightly:

"Everything in the universe is spiritual, and the size of cultivation ability and the amount of skill are related to the depth of your own understanding and opportunity." Xuanqing said that he couldn't understand this set of big principles, but he didn't dare to ask again. He could only change to the topic he was most concerned about at the moment:

"How do you think he is better than floating life, master? Who will win this time?"

"It's comparable. I don't care who wins who loses. I can only see who laughs to the end. Xuanqing's face was full of a smile. It's that kind of confident and arrogant smile.

"Then won't they lose both sides? Not bad, not bad." Xuanqing didn't pay attention to its meaning at all. He only paid attention to the movements of the people below. Seeing that he didn't want to say more, he closed his mouth and waited for the good play to begin.

The wind does not blow, and the grass does not move.

For a moment when the eyelids were closed, the wind was so strong that the eyes could not be opened. The floating hands raised their spiritual power and condensed into a boundary, and everyone in the barrier was unimpeded. But everything outside the barrier, which had collapsed like a nightmare, was blown up in the air by the strong wind. How much wind can be so raging? Suddenly, the surrounding houses collapsed, and countless bricks and tiles were rolled up. People and animals were not spared to fly up to the sky and were broken by the strong wind.

Floating beings see that all sentient beings have been suffering. If he has been cold, he is also uncomfortable in his heart. After all, he is a personal disciple of the mother and daughter of all things. He can't see that the creatures end up like this. He flew out of the boundary and stood in front of the high priest and said:

"You are a high priest of the eternal clan. If you don't pay attention to the lives of your people, you don't deserve to be loved by them. Today, I will get justice for these dead creatures.

He pinched his hand and said, "The rock is solid." In an instant, a strong force overwhelmed the strong wind and the golden light on the dark sky. The wind stopped and the clouds dispersed. The creatures in the wind were saved, and many people and animals looked in the direction of the light with reverence and admiration in their eyes.

The high priest was not surprised and stood in the air and said to them loudly:

"I don't want to be your enemy. I just want that girl."

Is this Ma Wei? Don't say that they can't agree with his conditions when he is calm, but this time he is so big that he just wants to stand up? Fu Sheng raised his arrogant head, and it was not rare for him to overcome his difficulties in this world. If the enemy is weak, he is strong, and if the enemy is strong, he is stronger.

The floating life quickly condenses spiritual power, and the body is surrounded by golden light. The hand pinching method refers to the dictation: "cold-ice-thousand-blade" After the words, the ice blade appeared in the air and the drizzle was extremely sharp. The high priest only gently waved his hand and the ice rain instantly turned into ice water without any killing power dripping down. Wet his clothes.

"It's just a small skill of carving insects." The arrogant voice of the high priest echoed around them.

A confident smile appeared from the corners of his mouth, "Really? Then let you see the carving worm skills again. The golden light on the body has faded and the crystal light is in full bloom. Immediately dictate:

"Drips of water become ice, freeze!" The word "frozen" came out of a long sound. Before he finished speaking, the water dripping from the high priest's body just now condensed into ice and wrapped him tightly. Although the ice is not thick, this is condensed by the magic power of ice, which is not so easy to break. Fu Sheng turned to Qin Feng and said:

"I'll lend you a dragon sword." Qin Feng quickly handed over the sword, and the spiritual power of the sword was poured into the sword. Long Yinruo met the main sword body, and the sound of Longyin was endless. Qin Feng was a little stunned. It turned out that his sword was so powerful. He used it to play some fur. It's really a waste of this sword. He is not as his ability as others. I felt a moment of depression.

At this time, the floating life and the sword rushed to the high priest, and a strong force was more than the wind just now. Some trees with thinner trunks are not even better than the thicker ones. The tree body tilts over and is about to fall, and the branches and leaves fall one after another, leaving only a thick tree pole inserted like a stake.

Everyone knows that this blow will stab the man to death, but the reality is always imaginary. When the floating thorn came less than half a meter away, the high priest disappeared, as if he did not exist at all.

The people watching the battle were all amazed, and the man disappeared out of thin air at a speed invisible to the naked eye. They are also masters. Why don't they know that this person's extraordinary ability is never below them? But the sword that was sent out could no longer be withdrawn. Because of Dali, it still stabbed in that direction, because there was nothing in front of him, and the intrance made him unable to stop and continue to move forward until he stopped after hitting a big tree. The thick tree disappeared without even seeing the powder after being hit by him. If the blow just hit the target, then his result was no different from that of this tree.

But where did he go again? While everyone kept looking, a dark shadow appeared behind the floating life. Xiaowei was almost stunned when she saw the sudden figure. She couldn't imagine what would happen in the next second. The high priest wanted to slap them for their reaction time. Even Xiaowei couldn't bear to give him a chance to close his eyes. Only a tear had already slipped out of his eyes before tears fell to the ground.

A dark red spiritual power flew out and hit him in the palm of his hand. The high priest gave up the attack and turned around and suddenly hit the attack. The red spiritual power was defeated by the attack of the high priest, and it shook Yan Jun's arm sorely, and a trace of blood overflowed the corners of his mouth like a sad red plum on his white face.

The floating crisis was solved and quickly flew back to Yan Jun's side. Turning his head and silently asking about Yan Jun's injury, Yan Jun only nodded and did not say anything.

"Oh, I actually forgot you." The high priest said evilly to Yan Jun, and there was no old voice at all. He said disdainfully to them, "Are you going to come together or one by one? I'll get rid of them all today."

"What a big tone. I'm going to see how powerful you, an alien high priest, are today." The emperor who stood proudly in front of him without anger and power showed his momentum. Why didn't everyone arrange to turn around and say to Yan Jun behind him:

"They gave it to you." I don't want to say more. The flying body standing in the air is suspended in front of the jade flute. The hand pinching method is to gather the aura of heaven and earth on the jade flute. The colorful divine light is as if it is different from the magic flute drawn last time. It can be faintly seen that the seven-color light of the jade flute is more crystal clear than before.

The high priest shrouded in black gas is thicker than the floating life of bright and colorful divine light. For example, a drop of ink accidentally applied on rice paper destroys the harmonious beauty with him. However, without him, he would not have seen the rare colorful clouds in this ink-like night.

Soon after, when people talk about the auspicious place that a colorful divine light lingered in the dilapid temples for a long time after dinner. From then on, the ancient king rebuilt the palace. He believed that it was his beloved concubine who appeared in the sky to bless the prosperity of the ancient people.

The high priest looked at the magic flute beside Fusheng meaningfully, and his calmness seemed to have been expected for a long time. This mysterious high priest seems to know everything about them, but they haven't even seen his true face.