Chapter 709: The Four Priests of the Ice and Snow Tribe

pupils.Others on the scene were equally dumbfounded!What's going onSuch a powerful strike,Mingming had already struck Lin Feng...Compared to people like Caiyin Fairy, Zhang Zhengchun, Yinmo Old Ghost..."Boom"

Brilliant radiance eclipsed the sun and moon.

Ten thousand miles of glaciers twisted and melted in an instant.

A terrifying creature stepped out, bringing with it a vast and fierce aura, as if it had come from another dimension.

He wore a white holy robe, his eyes shining like the moon. With a single strike, he unleashed a devastating attack, temporarily suppressing the formidable junior master.

"The white holy robe and the ice snow mark are the exclusive attire of the Ice Snow Tribe's High Priest."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd let out a terrifying roar.

As soon as these words were uttered,

Everyone was shocked.

What

The High Priest of the Ice Clan is actually still alive.

In legend,

All four high priests of the Ice and Snow Clan possess the strength of a late-stage tribulation transcender.

Back then, the Pantheon besieged the Frost Clan. The Four High Priests joined forces, slaying countless powerful warriors and achieving a terrifying record of victory.

If it weren't for the later events, the royal of the Ice and Snow clan would have perished,

The Four High Priests sacrificed themselves to the ritual in order to preserve the bloodline of the Ice Clan. With the strength of four people, it's uncertain if they would survive.

"It's not the real body, just a human skin filled with mysterious energy."

The Angel Race powerhouse Luo Tian said coldly.

"After all, how could a deceased person come back to life Perhaps it's just a lingering unwillingness, driven by instinct."

The powerful Hai clan warrior roared loudly.

Their words revealed the essence of the matter.

All eyes were on him.

It is indeed the case.

Beneath that dazzling white robe, there was nothing but emptiness. It was truly just a human skin.

Only Lam Fung's expression was solemn, feeling that things were not so simple.

How could human skin be so amazing

There must be someone controlling this.

Such deep obsession, it's both pitiful and lamentable.

Little Uncle clashes fiercely with the person in front of him.

He could sense a heavy aura of rage and sorrow emanating from the other person, leaving him with a profound feeling of melancholy.

He doesn't want to make enemies with such a tragic figure.

But in this situation, he couldn't just stand by.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, my fellow traveler departs as fate dictates. It's best to rest assured and return to the cycle. To remain with this attachment, what can it truly change"

Junior Uncle's expression was solemn, his sleeve flicked, and a simple earthenware jar appeared.

The earthenware jar is of an unknown age,

Its surface is covered with the mottled marks of time, etched with intricate patterns.

This is the most treasured artifact of the Shǒu Líng lineage, the Swallowed Heaven Cauldron. It can swallow all tangible objects in the world.

"Receive"

Little Uncle spurred the Dharma Seal, his voice low but resonant.

"Boom"

The Devourer's Jar hung suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly. Then, a ray of nothingness erupted from its mouth, engulfing the human skin cage.

But just then.

Little Uncle's body jolted violently, an unprecedented sense of crisis surging through him. Instinctively, he darted to the side.

and almost the moment he dodged it

"Boom"

A deafening explosion ripped through the air.

The spot where Little Master Uncle had just been standing instantly turned into nothingness.

Upon seeing this,

The crowd went numb with terror.

And before them appeared yet another figure, this one clad in a white priestly robe.

The same strength, the same strangeness, the same unfathomable nature.

"That's going to be a bit tricky."

Master Uncle's expression was grave.

These two individuals were both powerful cultivators at the late stage of tribulation before their demise. Even now, as they have fallen and only a wisp of their obsession remains, inhabiting human skin, they still possess an invincible aura.

As soon as he finished speaking,

Then, two white-robed priests emerged from the light pillar in the distance.

There are a total of four people.

At this moment,

The four high priests of the Frost Clan seemed to come alive.

Across boundless time and space from ancient times, carrying a menacing aura, it swiftly flits.

"What"

Little Uncle was dumbfounded,

Lin Feng's brows were tightly furrowed,

"Damn it, what kind of bull** "heavenly fate" is this If I had known it was so dangerous, I wouldn't have come here even if you paid me!"

Wu Qiang, not far away, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, clasped his hands together, and prayed that his junior master wouldn't be defeated.

And just then,

The four priests attacked Xiao Shishu at the same time.

In almost just an instant,

Little Uncle was utterly suppressed, with no means of resistance, facing imminent danger.

Can't.

Even though the young master was a prodigy, a peerless talent of his generation alongside the eldest brother, he was still overwhelmed facing the four ancient spirits. He could only struggle desperately.

Lu Tian and others saw this and their expressions turned solemn, wanting to help, but the beam of light constantly shot out beams of light, making the three powerful beings too busy to cope.

As for the others, they were screaming in agony.

Even those zombies wouldn't be enough to stop them. In no time, half of them would be dead or injured.

And if there is a careful person,

You will find that after these cultivators die, the blood in their bodies is devoured by a mysterious energy, transforming into wisps of blood mist flowing towards the copper coffin buried underground.

"Boom"

"Bang"

Little Master Uncle single-handedly fought against the four Ice and Snow Priests.

The battlefield is too intense.

The Heavens-Swallowing Cauldron's holy radiance enveloped the nine heavens, its vast energy sweeping across the glacial snowfields, shaking the very firmament.

But soon,

Everything returned to peace.

"Poof!"

Little Uncle Master flew backwards amidst the dazzling brilliance, his blood staining the sky. A fist-sized hole appeared on his chest, blood dripping ominously, a horrifying sight.

"Boom"

The Four Great Spirits acted together.

Four beams of light converged in mid-air, transforming into a terrifying laser beam that slammed into the junior uncle's body.

"Bang"

Little Uncle was defeated, his body crashing heavily to the ground.

In an instant,

The heavens and earth shattered, and a large portion of the void exploded.

"Cough cough~"

Little Uncle's mouth was bleeding, his expression inexplicably desolate.

Actually, after seeing the four high priests appear together, he had predicted the outcome, but he still acted without hesitation because he had the younger generation of Daxia behind him, standing with the young people from all directions.

"Little Uncle"

"Little Uncle"

Wu Feng, Xuan Yuan Zhi Ruo and others repelled the zombies and rushed forward quickly, their voices filled with terror.

They couldn't imagine that such a valiant, invincible Junior Uncle would be defeated and injured like this.

"Woooo, Little Uncle, you can't die! If you die, what are we going to do You brought us here, you must bring us back alive!"

Wu Qiang wept loudly, like a three-year-old child.

"Why are you crying Do you really think you're a golden-haired blue-eyed little loli Wu Qiang, remember who you are. You are the descendant of our Shouling lineage. Show some backbone!"

Little Uncle struggled to get up.

He covered the blood hole in his chest, unleashing his energy with all his might, his expression undimmed.

Even in death, he would stand his ground.

“I don't care about face, all I want is to know how much my 'bone spirit' (lit. a measure of one's spirit) is worth.”

Wu Qiang shouted excitedly.

"Boom"

At this point,

One of the white-robed high priests seemed very annoyed with Wu Qiang. With a casual wave of his hand, terrifying visions emerged, like billions of stars falling one after another, carrying holy light, shattering the universe, and destroying everything.

"No, don't."

Wu Qiang's face was pale, and he felt the sense of crisis from death.

He watched the oncoming terror attack, his body went soft, he didn't even have the thought to dodge.

Little Master Uncle looked complicated, let out a light sigh, and pulled Wu Qiang behind him, preparing to leave first.

But just then.

"

Whoosh"

A slender figure materialized out of thin air, wielding a golden sword in its hand, and uttered coldly from its mouth:

"A Sword Shatters the Heavens"d connections! How can he possibly compete with those young talents who have deeply cultivated within Star Gate"A young Taoist priest spoke up in defense.Upon hearing this, Lam Fung's brows furrowed s...