Outside the gladiatorial arena, the body of the high priest of the night trembled slightly, Peng Yikun is a dog that he has spent great effort to raise, and he is an indispensable part of the power of the Demon God Temple, if he dies now, who will replace him?

The priest of Saran said anxiously: "Young Highness, does Young Highness still have a chance to heal?"

"It's late, this sword pierces through the heart, and the gods can't save it!"

The High Priest shook his head and sighed.

"Then, what should we do with this Dagu Amu?"

"What do you say?"

The Saran priest glanced at the commotion in the square, gritted his teeth and said: "According to the current situation, this kid can only be appointed as the prince of the Temple of Light, although he has not yet been recognized by the Gate of Light, but in this battle, they have made a contract of life and death." ”

The High Priest of the Night glanced at the priest of Saran and asked the priest of Shura, "What is your opinion?"

The priest of Shura said: "My opinion is the opposite, this kid must be killed, although they made a contract of life and death, but he dares to kill His Royal Highness, and he is innocent of death!"

The priest of Saran said, "No, how can everyone calm down when they are in trouble?"

The priest of Shura said: "You make him the prince, and then kill him, why do you want to do more!"

The High Priest of the Night said with a gloomy face: "You don't have to fight, if this kid refuses to be used by me, he must die, and he will die a miserable death!" He had already given up on Wu Fei, but now he could only give him another chance, but the premise was that Wu Fei would leave essence blood in the Xuanying Golden Basin.

The priest of Saran said, "What if this boy still refuses?"

The High Priest of the Night snorted and said, "Then today next year will be his death day!"

Priest Saran nodded and said, "Yes, the High Priest is wise. ”

The corners of the Shura priest's mouth twitched twice, Wu Fei's life and death were not worth mentioning in her heart, but it was clear that the time had passed, why hadn't there been a message from the Lord of the Great Flower Domain, could it be that there was a problem in rescuing the Bright Monarch, or was the news she got inaccurate?

At this time, on the gladiatorial arena, Peng Yikun was already on the verge of dying, he glared at Wu Fei resentfully, his golden pill fell into the hands of the other party, and everything he had in the Hall of Light would eventually be lost.

Wu Fei slowly stood up, he hadn't swallowed the recovery pill yet, but the wound on his hand seemed to be slowly healing, this was the healing of his body by the thousand-year-old ginseng.

"You can go—"

Wu Fei stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Peng Yikun's head, and said lightly.

"Wait—"

Peng Yikun hissed, because he suddenly saw his blue moonlight floating in the palm of Wu Fei's right hand, like a bird with joy, like a long-lost relative.

"What else do you have to say?"

"I see, I see, why wouldn't my blue moonlight shoot you, oh my God, why am I so stupid!"

"What do you understand?"

Peng Yikun glared at Wu Fei and said, "You, you are Wu Fei of Thorn Mountain, Lin Fei of Xiaozhulin and Yunshan Pass, I killed you for so long, but in the end I died at your hands, didn't you?" He finally recognized Wu Fei's identity at the last moment.

Wu Fei leaned close to Peng Yikun's ear and said softly: "You're right, it's just too late!" He spit out a spiritual power, and Peng Yikun was like being watered by a white gas from head to toe, stiffening into a statue.

"Poof—"

A golden pill burst out from Peng Yikun's forehead, but it was immediately entangled by the black bird pattern on Wu Fei's hand, and he lost the ability to fly and escape.

Wu Fei knew that on the Tianxing Continent, the most terrifying fighting method was soul fighting, just like Lin Zihuan using the Obscure Hundred Absolute Reincarnation Bottle, but now Peng Yikun no longer had a chance to challenge him.

Just now, the two of them fired magic weapons, and Wu Fei summoned Blue Moonlight at the last moment, so at that moment, Blue Moonlight suddenly felt that the master appeared, and forcibly restrained the attack, Rao is so, it still injured Wu Fei's right palm, Peng Yikun finally understood before he died that all this, he was a machine.

Wu Fei sighed, a boulder in his heart finally fell, and said secretly: "Peng Yikun, your sins are too deep, today is your retribution!"

The conversation between Peng Yikun and Wu Fei was isolated by the enchantment outside the gladiatorial arena, and everyone couldn't hear it, and now that Peng Yikun died, the enchantment dissipated with a bang.

"Amu Great Sage Master!"

I don't know who shouted in the square, and then the cheers came one after another, Wu Fei won the victory of the Great Sage Master here today, and defeated His Royal Highness the Demon God Temple, this is a major event that has not been encountered in a hundred years in the Demon Dao, how can it not be exciting.

The High Priest of the Night beckoned to Wu Fei below and said, "Come up!"

Wu Fei flew to the altar, it was already past the time at this time, but the four of Wu Xing'er had not come out yet, he didn't dare to leave, for fear of an accident.

In fact, as soon as the enchantment of the gladiatorial arena was opened just now, Wu Fei could use the sound escape technique to escape, his cultivation had reached the fifth layer of the knot pill realm, and the number of times the sound escape technique was cast increased to nine times a day, if he was desperate, it was also possible to use eleven or two times, and he felt that he could do it if the night high priest did not expect and take precautions, he felt that he could do it, but now that Yan Chang and they did not escape, Wu Fei would not go first anyway.

In fact, Haozi had already arranged a space magic circle outside the Demon God Temple, and as long as they escaped, they could teleport all the way to thousands of miles away, but Wu Fei was still not at ease.

The high priest of the night nodded at the goddess, and the goddess got up, came to Wu Fei with the Xuanying Golden Basin, and said teasingly: "Now, do you still have an excuse?"

Wu Fei nodded and said, "Yes." Suddenly, with a flip of his wrist, he actually grabbed the goddess's veins, and at the same time, the ancient sword of Sanssouci appeared, across her neck.

With a bang, the Xuanying Golden Basin fell on the altar, and fell to the bottom of the stage with a flick.

This change was very abrupt, no one expected it at all, and the high priest of the night watched in amazement as the goddess fell into Wu Fei's hands, and he didn't react for a while.

"You, what are you doing here?"

The goddess exclaimed.

Wu Fei smiled faintly and said, "You are not a goddess, who are you, why did you deceive the Temple of Light, why did you deceive the high priest?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

"Let go of the goddess!"

The High Priest of the Night was almost mad, he realized that Wu Fei had sealed the goddess, and as long as he made the slightest move, she would be in a different place.

"Look, this goddess is fake!"

Wu Fei pulled off the veil of the goddess, revealing a terrifying face.

It was a strange head, her hair was a wig stuck to her head, the whole head was like an egg, her eyebrows were two black lines drawn up, there were two small black holes in the middle, which were puffed out nostrils, and her lips were painted bright red.

Wu Fei thought that this goddess was wearing a hood mask, so he reached out to remove it, but found that he couldn't remove it at all, and after a closer look, he couldn't help but gasp, this woman didn't have no lips, but her lips were completely glued and grew together, no wonder he listened to the goddess's strange voice, it turned out that she had been using ventriloquism.