When Lingyu said these words again, there was an inexplicable excitement on his face, as if in his opinion, becoming a prophet was the greatest thing to do.

But in Zhang Fan's view, this is a sick idea.

Although he didn't know what kind of existence the prophet was, from what Lingyu said, he could understand that the prophet was actually a good person who dedicated his life to others.

Everything the prophet said was a holy decree to the spirits, but what if one day people began to doubt what the prophet had done?

When a person is believed to the extreme, will his followers treat him in an extreme way?

But now it seems that this is not going to happen.

But it won't be in the future.

In order to prevent the four of them from escaping, Lingyu also tried every means to keep them by his side, and along the way, he hardly slept and kept hurrying.

Every time he almost fell asleep in mid-air, he would suddenly wake up, and several times Zhang Fan and they almost fell from the sky.

Looking at Lingyu's tired body, Zhang Fan couldn't help but say, "Otherwise, if you let us go, it's a big deal, let's just go with you." ”

Lingyu shook her head and said, "The prophet told me that among you you is the most treacherous and cunning, if you are released, I don't know what will happen." ”

Lingyu slapped himself in the face fiercely, and then slashed his thigh with a dagger, regardless of whether the wound was serious or not, he carried the four of them on his back and continued to fly towards the land of the Spirit Clan.

Zhang Fan looked at Lingyu expressionlessly, and his heart kept MMP.

You're so bad?

He turned to Skywalker and asked, "Am I that bad?" ”

Skywalker looked up at the sky.

What do you say? I didn't hear anything.

The old fox on the side smiled faintly and said, "Bad or not, don't you have any numbers in your own heart?" ”

Zhang Fan looked at him deeply, and he felt that maybe he was too gentle with him during this time, so that he couldn't even remember what he believed.

Lingyu listened to their conversation while flying, although these people looked very discordant, but he had a hunch that if these people were really united, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Not to mention this wolf demon, the other three are all Terrans, in his impression, the Terrans are a very despicable creatures, having said that, but their intelligence is first-class, and the other races, even if they are all combined, may not necessarily have their high IQ.

He had heard the prophet speak of the Terrans, and if the world was destroyed, and only one race could be left with the bloodline, it would be the Terrans.

Because the Terrans are ruthless enough, they can be cruel to anyone, but they can also be cruel to themselves.

For the Terrans, they can do anything as long as the race can continue.

But in Lingyu's opinion, the human race doesn't seem to be so powerful.

For example, if the Terrans were really as powerful as the prophet said, how could these three people be willing to follow behind a dog?

As for this demon beast, he felt that the biggest threat to the spirit clan was the demon clan.

Lingyu shook his head slightly, having said that, the only one who can compete with the demon clan is the human race.

From ancient times to the present, the dispute between the human race and the demon race is like a spear and a shield, the spear cannot break the shield, and the shield cannot beat the spear.

It is no wonder that the prophet said that the Terrans are a bunch of crazy people, and when they go crazy, they are more terrible than anyone else.

Lingyu glanced back at the three of them and thought to herself, "Maybe that's why the prophet said he was leaving the world." ”

The stinging kept Lingyu awake all the time, and he quickly brought Zhang Fan and them to the land of the Spirit Clan.

As soon as they arrived at this place, Zhang Fan and the others were surrounded by the Spirit Clan.

And Lingyu didn't seem to have any intention of helping them out of the siege.

But Lingyu untied the shackles on them.

Looking at these spirit clans around him, Zhang Fan's brows furrowed slightly, what does this mean?

Do you want to give a dismount as soon as you come?

Is this necessary?

Zhang Fan didn't say anything, and they were about to walk forward with Skywalker, but before they could take a few steps, they were stopped by a group of people.

Fusu took a step forward, the tip of his spear pointed at the ground, his body facing them in an eerie posture.

His body was like a longbow, and the spear slowly lifted with the curve of his body, and when he was about to attack, a very pleasant-sounding voice came.

"Stand down!"

After hearing this voice, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and retreated to both sides.

A woman in a robe with a mask on her face approached them.

Seeing the woman walking towards him, Fusu slowly put away the spear and put it behind his back.

Zhang Fan took a step forward and asked, "You are the prophet?" ”

"Bold!"

"Impertinent, do you want to die?"

Zhang Fan chuckled and said, "If you just want to bring us to this place to kill us, or imprison us, I guarantee that your Spirit Clan will be half less populous. ”

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and the green light flashed in his eyes, scanning everyone, as if he was thinking about who to take the knife.

The prophet shook his head slightly, walked in front of Zhang Fan, and said gently: "The wolf king has misunderstood, several of them are king-level masters, although my spirit clan has a large population, but it can't withstand the desperate bets of a few. ”

"I asked Lingyu to bring a few people to this place, there is really no choice, please come with me."

The prophet didn't say anything more, but walked out of the crowd with Zhang Fan and them, until they came to a wooden house where no one was around, and she said to Lingyu: "You wait outside, I have something to say to a few distinguished guests, no one is allowed to enter without my order, violators, kill." ”

A simple killing word really shows the horror of this woman.

A word without any momentum, but it was able to make Lingyu, whose strength was still above Zhang Fan's them, bow his head and dare not say a word.

This so-called prophet is not simple.

The Prophet walked to the door, turned slightly, and chuckled from his mask, "Come in, a few of you." ”。

Zhang Fan: They are not the kind of people who are afraid, as the so-called art masters are bold, if you dare to pit me, I guarantee that before you kill us, your spirit clan will definitely suffer a catastrophe.

The prophet seemed to see the thoughts of the four of them, and said softly: "Don't worry, I have invited a few of you to come here, but if you have a discussion, there is no ill intention, please rest assured." ”