Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 8
"Oh my god, Shanren just wanted to borrow something. Not only do all the prophets refuse to be beautiful, but they even took advantage of my unpreparedness to bully the few. You really don't care about martial arts, it's shameless!"

Yun Mengzhou shook his head exaggeratedly, and then took out the Tianshan Jade Ring.

"Practice the way of heaven, transform the two ceremonies, one qi and five elements."

I saw a burst of fairy light suddenly shot out from the top of Yun Mengzhou, and then divided into five colors, which were blue, red, yellow, white and black.

"What kind of spell is this?" The six prophets were taken aback.

Yun Mengzhou did not answer their questions, "That's it, we are equal in number, this is fair and just!"

The six Yunmengzhous shot at the same time, each facing the last demon prophet.

The green-clothed Taoist belongs to wood, his face is indifferent, his hands are wrapped with dharma ropes, and when he is waving them, the shadows of the ropes are entangled with the magic consciousness.

The person in red clothes belongs to fire, his face is red, his ears are red, he holds a feather fan, and fanes repeatedly, and the endless flames burn the spiritual temple.

The Taoist in yellow belongs to the earth, he has a compassionate face, holds a precious umbrella in his hand, and when the umbrella rotates, boulders are thrown at Yaowen one after another.

The white-clothed Taoist belongs to gold, with a majestic face, holding a fairy sword, pointing at the sword peak, and the dense sword energy flies across the sky to stab Xiehui.

The Taoist in black belongs to water, his face is frosty, holding a jade bottle in his hand, the mouth of the bottle is tilted, and the endless cold air freezes Mingjian.

And Yunmengzhou's body is against the head of the prophet Guizhi, the blameless silver whip is not afraid of evil spirits, and the power of purity is even more evil spirits.

For a time, the six prophets fell into a panic.

The spell of exercising the way of heaven, transforming two instruments, one qi and five elements can make Yunmengzhou transform the five qi in his chest into a five-element clone with the same strength as his own at the cost of reducing his strength by half.

If it was in the outside world, these avatars would only last for a while in fierce battles, but in the ring world carefully created by Yunmengzhou, these avatars could last for a long time.

Yunmengzhou has practiced for thousands of years, and his strength has already reached the peak of the innate, and he has the ability to surpass the sky, but because his state of mind is not perfect enough, he has not been able to truly enter the ranks of super innate.

Even so, in terms of complete strength, he is currently the second person on the table, second only to Yan Mo Hanyan!

Such a him, even if he only uses half of his skills, he is by no means invincible to civil servants like the six prophets of the ghost seat.

But in a short while, the magic consciousness was entangled in the right hand by the dharma rope, and the robe was broken, revealing whip marks;

Lingguan jumped around in the raging fire, his body and face were scorched black;
Yaowen dodged everything in disgrace, but still couldn't avoid the boulder falling from the sky;

Xiehui's appearance was the most miserable, she was dripping with blood after being stabbed by Gengjin sword energy, she was like a gourd of blood;

Ming Jian was stiff all over, covered with hoarfrost, almost frozen into a popsicle;

And Guizhi was also beaten by Yunmengzhou's body, unable to fight back, spitting black devil blood, half kneeling on the ground.

"Those who surrender are born as slaves, those who resist are dead, what do you think?" Yun Mengzhou said to him with a smile.

"You! Pfft..."

It was originally the threatening words that Guizhi said to Mu Shaoai, Jin Bazhen and others before the war, but now they were returned intact.

He looked up and saw that the five fellow practitioners who had been with him for a long time were all bruised and dying under the attack of Yunmengzhou clone.

Even though the demons are indifferent, and the six prophets are all counselors, and there are countless quarrels with each other, he can't help but feel sad when he realizes that he and others are about to meet the end of their fate.

But he did not close his eyes and wait for death, but shouted loudly: "Everyone, now is the time for us to be loyal to the Demon Realm!"

The other five prophets had already known their own destiny, so they immediately exploded with magic energy, and forcibly endured the attack of Yunmengzhou's avatars and returned to Guizhi's side.

Each of the six prophets was seriously injured, and the most serious ones even had difficulty standing. Only by supporting each other did they retain their final dignity.

Thinking back to when the alien world was just unsealed in the past, they strategized, pointed out the country, and made a series of tricks to defeat Zhongyuan Zhengdao and old opponents Xuanzong and Wanshengyan. How high-spirited it was!
They exchanged the devil's heart, revived the devil, and stole the colorful cloud that could contact the enemy Lian Emei as an undercover agent. They thought this was the best time to wipe out the righteous way of the Central Plains in one fell swoop, because the alien world controlled the world. Taking a solid step, what went wrong to end up in such a mess?

Where the hell is this Going Back to Penglai·Yunmengzhou?It actually ruined the great situation that the demon world saw!
"Zheng Bu Monk! Zong Bu Monk—!" Ming Jian looked up to the sky and screamed, his voice was as shrill as a night owl.

If that idiot hadn't sent back the wrong information, how could they have reached a desperate situation!
"Enough." Guizhi interrupted Mingjian's wailing, "We, the six prophets, follow the demon king, conquer the Dao realm, destroy Xuanzong, and fight monks and Buddhas. Even if we can no longer serve the demon king in the future, the demon world will rule the world I don’t have to be responsible for success, I must be responsible for success!”

Following Guizhi's sonorous words, the emotions of the other prophets gradually rose.

"Even if we die, we must not lose the courage to be prophets! We are the ghosts, seats, prophets, and prophets that the devil relies on most in the alien world!"

As the last word yelled out their proud identities, the other five prophets blew themselves up one after another, and the demon soul injected into Guizhi's body.

The six prophets fit together, and Guizhi suddenly rose to a height of more than three meters, exuding amazing magic power. His face was covered with veins, his eyes were red, his hands were locked, his clothes were flying, and he vowed to use his life's magic power to die with the enemy .

Yun Mengzhou put away her smile, and sighed softly: "Oh, why bother..."

The five incarnations all dissipated and turned into five-color auras and returned to Yunmengzhou's body.He put away the Wugui silver whip, and the Tianshan jasper ring hung in front of him, and five colors of divine light gradually shone from it.

"The power of magic, the source of evil, the nine transformations, transforming the dust!"

"Five Spirits Extinct · Falling into the Imperial Capital."

Evil demons are raging, and the forbidden magic curse that can crush everything into dust collides with the riots of the five elements, and the five-color divine light that can return the universe to death. One side is like a dragon flapping its wings, and the other side is like a god. Shake the ground.

"Can you win?" Gui Zhi stared at the center of the battlefield while trying his best to squeeze the magic energy in his body.

However, before he could see it clearly, the power of the five-color torrent suddenly increased, and it swallowed up the dark magic flow in the blink of an eye, followed by Gui Zhi who had no time to retreat.

Guizhi felt that his body was instantly crushed by various forces, sharp and thick, cold and hot, his skin seemed to be divided into countless pieces, and each piece suffered completely different pain.

But the same thing is that every place makes him feel the pain of the heart.

He even regretted merging with the other five prophets, otherwise, with his own foundation, he would be crushed to pieces the moment he was swallowed by the five-color torrent, and it would be impossible for him to remain awake under such an attack.

The torrent dissipated, and Gui Zhi's broken body fell heavily to the ground. With the last stubbornness, he tried to open his eyelids, bent his neck, and looked in the direction of the enemy.

"You! You actually!"

His eyes suddenly widened.

Yun Mengzhou put his left hand behind his back, stretched his right hand forward, and spread his five fingers. The brilliance on the jasper ring of Tianshan in front of him gradually faded, and then flew back into his hand.

"what happened?"

He thought for a while looking into Guizhi's bloodshot eyes, and then suddenly put his left hand down from behind his back.

"Oh, tell me this."

His smile was still gentle, but the words he spit out were like frost in the cold sky.

"Because you are too weak, you don't need two hands to deal with you."

"You... poof!"

Guizhi vomited blood again, and fell into eternal darkness.

　Exhausting the power of the prehistoric, I wrote another chapter, I hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

　　Yunmengzhou: I will kill those who can be killed by Lian Emei, and I will kill those who can't be killed by Lian Emei. I will be invincible in the world. This is me, Yunmengzhou!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)