Sikong of the Department of Tianyun must be a person who has cultivated the way of destiny to the pinnacle, and can predict misfortune and good fortune. Under such circumstances, even if the top ten dark forces are combined, they may not be able to match the Temple of Destiny.

If Wu Ma Jiuxing, the best person in the world, is not injured, maybe they still have a chance.

However, without one Wu Ma Jiu Xing, their chances of success are extremely slim.

Why do these evil giants who have lived for tens of thousands of years take such big risks, get together, and do such crazy things?

Where is their confidence?

Under the thick war clouds, Sikong "Gong Nanfeng" of the Tianyun Department was sitting by the stove, warming up the fire. He said to Prajna standing opposite: "Ice King is just like the legend, it is very cold.

, my body is weak, and without the fire you brought me, I might freeze to death here."

Prajna stood upright, looking at the annihilated Gate of Destiny in the sky, feeling the vibrations of the earth, and said: "It is better to freeze to death than to be killed."

Gong Nanfeng smiled and said: "I've calculated it, I won't die this time. Besides, there are the Emperor Yue Ming, the High Priest of Death, the High Priest of Blessings, the High Priest of Ferociousness, and the High Priest of Raging Sky, just the top ten

How can the monks of the dark forces hurt me?"

"I have an ominous premonition," Prajna said.

The four high priests and Que, who were sitting next to the fire, looked at her with cautious expressions.

Even Gong Nanfeng put away his smile and said, "Don't scare me."

As the Goddess of Destiny, holding the Heavenly Order blessed by the power of the Twelve Gods, she has cultivated the Gate of True Self. Her premonition is more than just a feeling and must be taken seriously.

Seeing Prajna's serious expression, Gong Nanfeng said: "I'll do the math again."

"In this case, let's make a quick decision and collect this wave of nets first, and then catch other fish."

After Emperor Wu Yue Ming finished speaking, a bright Gate of Destiny condensed above his head, and his body turned into a ray of light, flying into the sky and crashing into the eight hundred mile long undead ghost ship.

The four high priests were still sitting by the stove, warming themselves.

The High Priest of Death drank bloodwine.

High Priest Fulu squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

The high priest of Nutian seemed to want to take action, but after looking at the sky, he saw the five temples of the undead, the four emperors of life, and the strong men from Fulu Shrine, Nutian Shrine, and Ferocious Shrine. They seemed to be able to deal with it, so

, and continued to sit there in silence.

The fire burns brighter!

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Chapter completed!