"Where is this?" the priest looked around, and a cloud as thick as a fairyland rose from the ground beneath his feet, and the trees in front of him were even thicker and taller.

A figure flashed, and he stood in front of the other party for the first time, the other party was wearing a white robe, and under this situation, he was like a real immortal.

It's just that he doesn't know why, and he can't see the other party's face clearly anyway. Just as he was wondering, a silver throwing knife shot out from behind him.

A person's back is the biggest blind spot, but after practicing martial arts to a certain extent, his own senses will be stronger than ordinary people, how can he not judge the flying knife that is shooting at him from behind with the level of martial arts of sacrifice? Because this is a relatively simple matter for him.

But this time he was surprisingly slow to react, and by the time he turned around, the knife had already passed through his eyebrows. This is not a joke, no matter how strong a person is, as long as he is still a human being and is shot through the head, how can he still live.

Only this time it wasn't as usual, when the flying knife passed through the center of the sacrificial brow, it didn't hurt him at all, it was not so much the flying knife that passed through him, but his body through the flying knife was more appropriate.

His body was like a phant, blurred. This frightened the sacrifice, but he didn't know what was wrong with his body, and when he realized that something was wrong, his first reaction was to determine his position and determine whether his current self was real or illusory.

"Where to run!" a man in black armor leaped up from behind him, as if he couldn't see him at all, and passed directly through his body.

The sacrificial priest turned around and followed with a stunned expression. It was strange or awkward to be walked through, and he wanted to know what was going on. Why are you here, and what exactly is going on in your body.

Originally, he thought that the area he was in should be an illusory realm in the sharp necklace he was wearing. But when the other party passed through his body, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Because in the realm of illusion, although you are just an idea, you still really exist. But neither of them seemed to be able to see themselves, which immediately attracted the attention of the priest.

He didn't know if his current state was going to last forever or just for a moment, after all, from his own feelings, it was all so real, the insects chirping, the birds chirping, the fragrance of the flowers, the refreshing feeling of the breeze, all of which he could personally feel.

The movement speed of the black-armored man can be described as lightning, and the sacrifice is full of strength. I barely lost it, and I was thinking about hiding my breath before, but now it seems that it is impossible to do it.

In terms of speed alone, the sacrificial mourner knew that he had lost more than a star to the other party!

What's even more terrifying is that with the figure of this black-armored man, there is no way to catch up with the white-robed man who appeared in front of him before.

Who is that white-robed man, who is sacred, and how fast he is.

As a double cultivator, he understood that whether it was force or energy, to reach such a fast speed meant that his own ability had reached a terrifying level.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble. The fairyland-like earth cracked, and the fiery red lava kept tumbling. The big and terrible boulders in the sky pierced through the clouds and hit the earth, and each boulder hit the ground. The earth trembled a few times.

The priest chose a place that was not too dangerous and stopped. This devastating sight frightened him, or anyone could be frightened.

The fiery red lava is like a river. Flowing down the earth, devouring everything.

"Why do you want to do this?" said the figure of a man from the cliff in front of the sacrifice.

The mourners heard the voices of people. Hurriedly ran over, what he wanted to know most now was what the hell was here. What exactly happened.

It was the black-armored man who appeared in front of him, and in front of him was the white-robed man who had been chasing him.

He didn't dare to get too close, and he stopped almost when he reached a place where it was safer for others.

"We are good brothers, do you really want to give up our brothers' years of hard work for that person?" you say?" the black-armored man yelled at the other party with an angry face.

However, the white-robed man didn't seem to pay attention to him, just looked at the artifact in his hand stupidly, and because it was too far away, the sacrifice had no way to see what it was.

"Okay! Since you want to destroy this world, then I won't stop you, but you have to hand over the Pangu map!" When he mentioned the Pangu map, a terrifying energy erupted from the man who originally didn't have a trace of energy, and the black-armored man immediately pulled out his weapon from his waist.

On the other side, Zai Mourning looked at the white-robed man with a surprised face, he had really felt this power, this kind of strange energy full of domineering in the softness was not the power of God?

"Hmph, didn't you swear never to use your divine power again?" Although his face was unshaving, he was actually frightened by this power.

His body unconsciously took half a step back under the majestic energy of the other party.

Don't underestimate this half-step, the momentum of the master's move is often a very important prerequisite. This is the same as when marching and fighting, the strength of strength is not necessarily the key to the final victory, but the first place in the prerequisite for victory is the advantage of momentum, not to mention that the opponent in front of him is not at the same level as him at all.

The white-robed man did not attack him, he listened to the other party's words, fixed his mind, raised his long sleeves slightly with his right hand, and moved lightly with his right hand, and the strong coercion disappeared as if it had never appeared.

"Big brother, please stop pushing me! I won't go back with you, even if she destroys this planet, what about this plane? It's rare to meet a confidant in the world, is it wrong for me to pursue my own happiness?" The white-robed man finally couldn't help but speak to the black-armored man.

"Why is his voice so familiar?" said to himself, who was far away, with some confusion, and at the same time he focused his gaze on the white-robed man's body, he wanted to know who the other party was. (To be continued......)