I studied beheading in a mental institution

Seeing that his virus was trapped in it by Anqingyu, Bingzhu's expression darkened.

Of course, as an oracle, this cloud of fog is not his only means.

Disease, there are ten thousand ways to kill.

He raised his arms and was about to do something when a figure in a dark blue Han robe broke through the purple fog and landed in front of him like lightning.

Jialan pressed the button on the black box, and a golden long gun ejected from the black box and landed firmly in her hand.

She held the [Tianque] in her hand, her black hair fluttered slightly in the wind, her eyes were fixed on the disease, and she was full of fighting spirit:

"Come on." She said with a smile, "Try, can your virus kill me?"

Boom-!

Her feet slammed on the ground, and her figure flew out like lightning. The golden spear in her hand pointed at the disease, and a thick golden beam of light gushed out, directly piercing through the dead night sky, illuminating a corner of the darkness.

……

the other side.

Looking at the already chaotic battlefield, the insect disaster frowned slightly.

Her sleeves swayed slightly in the air, and the dense poisonous insects crawled out of her body, spreading to the surroundings at an alarming speed, and just when they were about to enter the battlefield, a crisp finger snap sounded.

Snapped--!

The surrounding air is rapidly separated and compressed.

A cluster of sparks splashed.

The next moment, a blazing fireball bloomed under the night sky like a burning sun, and all the poisonous insects on the ground were instantly submerged in the sea of ​​flames!

A figure stood calmly in the sea of ​​flames, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers again.

Snapped--!

The wall of vacuum descended, and the surrounding flames were instantly extinguished.

Shen Qingzhu was wearing a flowing cloud feather weaving, standing in the only vacuum in the fire scene, his eyes were fixed on the eyes of the insect disaster, extremely cold.

His surroundings are not completely vacuum, and now Shen Qingzhu can already condense air bubbles one after another in the vacuum through precise control ability, and while maintaining his own breathing in the vacuum, he can also transmit the sound through the bubbles.

He looked at the plague of insects, and said lightly:

"I failed to kill you this morning, now... I'm here to take your head."

"My head?" Chongpo sneered, "Only by you?"

"of course not."

A smile appeared on the corner of Shen Qingzhu's mouth.

A red-robed figure fell from the sky like a meteor!

Boom! !

That figure landed behind Shen Qingzhu, a red robe fluttering in the wind, Chong Huan turned his head in doubt, seeing that familiar face, his pupils suddenly shrank!

"Fire?! How is this possible?!"

Standing behind Shen Qingzhu was the original No. [-] oracle, "Fire"!

After the Battle of Osaka, Huo was beheaded by Lin Qiye himself, and then Bingjiu started the remodeling program in [Pure Land] to recreate Huo's body.

Relying on the science and technology of [Pure Land], it is completely possible to copy the soul consciousness of the "fire" in the cloud to a new body, so as to be completely resurrected... But before the remodeling of Huo's body is completed, An Qingyu and Jiang'er seized it. 【Pure Land】.

The oracle never had time to upload the "fire" self consciousness.

That is to say...

What is left in [Pure Land] is a "fire" that has no self-awareness and can only be controlled by the automatic control system of "Hazu"!

And "Yujin" has been completely wiped out by Jiang'er.

So, the person controlling oracle No. [-] now... is Jiang Er!

"Are you surprised, are you surprised?" The corner of Huo Huo's mouth slightly raised, a red halo flickered slightly in his left eye, and Jiang Er's voice came out from it, "I like this gift you left me very much.

I will use his fire to burn down [Pure Land]. "

Jiang'er's voice disappeared, and the controlled fire slowly raised his hand, hot wires of fire condensed in the air, and the temperature in the surrounding environment rose rapidly!

The face of the insect disaster suddenly became ugly!

……

The three Oracles and the six [Night Curtain] team members fought together.

These oracles are all strong enough to match the "Klein" realm, but on the [Night Curtain] team, only Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan and Jia Lan have the combat power of the "Infinite" realm, although the realm is a little worse , but relying on the strength of the Forbidden Ruins and their mutual cooperation, they can still fight back and forth with them.

Coupled with the fact that Jiang Er controls the "Fire" who is also an oracle, and can independently deal with an oracle, the situation is extremely anxious.

Seeing this, Prison disaster frowned.

You know, the current battle is being broadcast live to the entire "circle of people" simultaneously. Once the oracle fails to win this battle, or wins an extremely tragic victory, it will cause great negative impact on the stability of theocracy influences.

They need a crushing victory!

Prison disaster took a deep breath, the black circle of light in his left eye shrank, he raised his arm, and volleyed slowly toward everyone in the [Night Curtain] team.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

In the nothingness behind him, a man in a black windbreaker walked out like a ghost holding a long snow-white knife.

"What do you want to do?"

Lin Qiye's voice echoed in the prison disaster's ears.

Prison Calamity's figure flashed forward like lightning, his outstretched right hand quickly grasped back, and pitch-black prison black sticks poured out from the darkness under his feet, intertwined and entangled, turning into a huge pitch-black The sword swung towards Lin Qiye's body.

clang--! !

A huge blade projection emerged at the same time, and collided with the giant sword, and an invisible air wave burst out at the point of collision between 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 him?

Why is there no trace, no energy fluctuation?

Prison disaster stabilized his figure, and looked at the snow-white long knife in Lin Qiye's hand, with deep puzzlement in his eyes.

Is that... a Futsu knife?

In the nine knives of Fujin, since when did such a knife exist?

"Are you the No. [-] oracle who imprisoned Cao Yuan?" Lin Qiye held Zhanbai and walked slowly towards the prison disaster wearing a black windbreaker.

"So what?" Prison disaster said coldly, "The blasphemous heresy should have been executed, if he didn't want to pry his mouth open and get a way to get out of here, he is already a corpse now... …

And, maybe even you don't know what kind of monster he is! "

"monster?"

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, "My brother, you are not a monster...

Even if he really is,

Who dares to call him a monster,

I will kill anyone! "

Lin Qiye's voice fell, and the sword in his hand swung out like lightning, a snow-white sword glow ignored the flickering space, and flew straight to the head of the prison disaster!