When Bingzai saw that his virus was trapped by An Qingyu, his face turned gloomy.

Of course, as an oracle, this mist is not his only means.

Disease has ten thousand ways to kill people.

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

Galan pressed the button on the black box, and a golden spear shot out from the black box and landed steadily in her hand.

She held the [Heavenly Palace] in her hand, her black hair fluttering slightly in the wind, her eyes fixed on the disease, her fighting spirit high:

"Come on." She said with a smile, "Let's try, can your virus kill me?"

Boom——!

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

…

The other side.

The insect plague looked at the chaotic battlefield and frowned slightly.

She flicked her sleeves lightly in the air, and dense swarms of poisonous insects crawled out of her body, spreading around at an alarming speed. Just as they were about to blend into the battlefield, a crisp snap of fingers was heard.

Bang——!

The surrounding air is rapidly separated and compressed.

A burst of sparks flew.

The next moment, a blazing fireball bloomed in the night sky like a burning sun, and all the poisonous insects on the ground were suddenly engulfed in a sea of ​​fire!

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

Bang——!

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

Shen Qingzhu was wearing a flowing cloud feather robe and standing in the only empty space in the fire scene. Her eyes were fixed on Chongzai's eyes, which were extremely cold.

The area around him was not completely vacuum. Shen Qingzhu could now use his precise control ability to condense air bubbles one after another in the vacuum. While maintaining his own breathing in the vacuum, he could also transmit sound through the bubbles.

He looked at the insect plague and said calmly:

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

"My head?" The Insect Plague sneered, "Just you?"

"Of course... not."

A smile appeared on Shen Qingzhu's lips.

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

Boom! !

The figure fell behind Shen Qingzhu, a red robe fluttering in the wind. Chongzai turned his head in confusion, and when he saw the familiar face, his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Fire?! How is this possible?!"

Standing behind Shen Qingzhu was the original oracle number four, "Fire"!

After the Battle of Osaka, Huo was killed by Lin Qiye himself, and then Bingzai started the reshaping program in [Pure Land] to create a new body for Huo.

With the scientific and technological means of the Pure Land, it is entirely possible to copy the consciousness of Fire's soul in the cloud to a new body, thus completely resurrecting it... But before Fire's body was reshaped, An Qingyu and Jiang Er had already seized the Pure Land.

The Oracle did not have time to upload the ego consciousness of "Fire".

In other words…

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 "Yu Jin" has been completely destroyed by Jiang Er.

So, the one who controls Oracle No. 4 now... is Jiang Er!

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Huo's mouth corners slightly raised, and a red light circle flickered slightly in his left eye. Jiang Er's voice came out 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 its hand. Strands of hot fire condensed in the air, and the temperature in the surrounding environment rose rapidly!

The insect plague's face suddenly turned ugly!

…

The three oracles and the six members of the Night Team were engaged in a melee.

These oracles are strong enough to rival the strong ones in the "Klein" realm, but on the side of the [Night] team, only Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan and Galan have the combat power of the "Infinite" realm. Although there is a gap in realm, they can still fight back and forth with them by relying on the power of the Forbidden Ruins and the cooperation between them.

In addition, Jiang Er controls "Fire", which is also an oracle, and can deal with an oracle independently. The situation is extremely tense.

When Yuzai saw this, his brows furrowed.

You know, this battle is being broadcast live to the entire "human circle" simultaneously. If the oracle fails to win this battle, or wins an extremely tragic victory, it will have a huge negative impact on the stability of theocracy.

They need a crushing victory!

Yuzai took a deep breath, and the black halo in his left eye shrank. He raised his arm and slowly reached out to grab the people from the Nightfall team.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

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

"what you up to?"

Lin Qiye's voice echoed in Yu Zai's ears.

Yuzai's figure flashed forward like lightning. His right hand, which had been stretched out, quickly clenched again. A number of pitch-black prison sticks emerged from the darkness under his feet, intertwined and transformed into a giant black sword that swung towards Lin Qiye's body.

clang--!!

A huge blade projection appeared at the same time and collided with the giant sword. An invisible air wave burst out from the collision point of the two!

The strong wind blew Lin Qiye's black hair, and his bright golden eyes burned like the scorching sun.

Prison disaster was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out on his back!

When did he come behind him?

Why is there no trace or energy fluctuation at all?

Yuzai steadied his body and looked at the snow-white sword in Lin Qiye's hand, with deep confusion in his eyes.

Is that... the Huojin Sword?

When did such a knife appear among the Nine Swords of Huojin?

"Are you the oracle number one who imprisoned Cao Yuan?" Lin Qiye, holding Zhanbai and wearing a black windbreaker, walked slowly towards Yuzai.

"So what?" Yuzai said coldly, "This blasphemous heretic should be executed. If I hadn't wanted to pry open his mouth and find a way to leave here, he would have been a corpse by now...

Besides, maybe even you don’t 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!"

As soon as Lin Qiye finished speaking, the Zhanbai sword in his hand swung out like lightning. A flash of snow-white blade light ignored the flickering space and flew straight towards Yuzai's head!

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