When Shen Huaiyan and Xiang Lingbo rushed to Tianjiao Mountain with people, the situation there was not very good-referring to the Heavenly People's Association.

Many people think that He Pingshu is just lucky, but those who really know and get along with him know that aside from luck, he is actually very capable.

In front of the thousands of Heavenly Beings Association believers, the hundreds of people brought by He Pingshu were like they had come to give people their heads. He Pingshu received the news from Shen Huaiyan and knew that the people from the Western Sect would also come, but he also knew that there were not many people from the Western Sect, and the cost of waiting for them to set off together was much higher than the benefit of the increase in the number of people. Therefore, he left without waiting for Xizong to arrive.

As it turned out, he was right.

The celestial people would rush to Tianjiao Mountain, and the preparations were not sufficient, and he came too timely to catch the celestials off guard.

The Celestial Society ambushed three waves of people on the road, each of which was for the purpose of delaying time, they didn't expect that the monks of the Southern Sect would be able to break through the barrier and rush to come, but they didn't expect them to come so quickly!

If it is said that this time difference can barely allow the Celestials to cope with it with the coping methods that have been prepared for a long time, then He Pingshu's endless ghost ideas and tough style make the Celestials tired of coping.

The chief helmsman and divine envoy of the Heavenly and Human Society were almost overwhelmed, watching He Pingshu approach the ritual circle step by step.

"I'll go!" the helmsman finally decided, "you continue to command!"

The oracle is the only irreplaceable person in the ritual.

With a heroic and righteous heart, the chief helmsman greeted He Pingshu, and then was beaten by He Pingshu and Huo Zhongyu. Maybe he should be relieved that although he didn't make a hero, he was at least beaten into a bear.

Of course, his purpose of delaying time was at least achieved, no matter how fierce He Pingshu and Huo Zhongyu were, it would be difficult to take a step forward under his obstruction!

When the contestants of the Western Sect arrived, they saw such a scene of the celestial being bullied by the Southern Sect.

Meow meow?

It's not what they think!

They were so nervous, so worried, so frightened, for fear that they would see the outer gods come a little late, and they would come all the way.

Did they go all the way to come to see Nanzong Duxiu?

In this kind of scene, even Shen Huaiyan, who was extremely convinced that "Duran is really not optimistic = the ritual cannot be stopped = the suspense will inevitably descend on the Heavenly Monarch", couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he was thinking too much.

Looking at the situation, as soon as they join, the situation is completely one-sided!

Of course, no matter how one-sided the situation is, the arrival of dozens of people from the Western Sect will not crush the camel of the Heavenly and Human Society to death in an instant, there must be a process.

"Shen Huaiyan, you actually betrayed the Divine Master!" the divine envoy stood in the ritual circle, and saw Shen Huaiyan at a glance, he was almost furious, and looked at her like thunder.

Shen Huaiyan drew his sword and gave him a friendly smile.

She flew out, and the sword light flew, and in a few breaths, she had already flown to Huo Zhongyu and He Pingshu's side.

But the strange thing is that I don't know where the power came from, obviously facing the two people who were already embarrassed by the helmsman, unexpectedly burst out with unimaginable power again, and dragged the steps of the three people, no matter how hard the three of them worked, how the means were exhausted, the chief helmsman seemed to suddenly descend like a god, everything could be blocked, and everything could be expected. It is conceivable that he must have paid an incomparably huge price for this outbreak.

Perhaps the Xuanmen monks did not understand what faith was, so they could not understand why some people would risk their lives for the sake of a so-called "divine master".

The Celestials will hold them back with one life after another.

However, it doesn't matter, the victory will eventually be on the side of the contestants anyway......

"It's not right. He Pingshu said in a low voice.

This is unrealistic, no matter how strong the helmsman is, he shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be able to drag the three of them all of a sudden. They really did their best, He Pingshu was very clear.

It was as if there was some force in the underworld that was holding them back.

Thinking of this, He Pingshu inexplicably moved, as if he had touched something. However, before he could grasp this glimmer of light, he heard someone shouting.

"What is he doing?" suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone involuntarily looked into the ritual circle, which was the center of everyone's attention and the only place where everyone present could care.

The oracle knelt silently in the ritual circle, holding a dagger in his hand, stabbing it into the lower abdomen, then slowly slashing upwards, cutting a long gap, blood gushing out, staining the ground beneath him red in an instant.

The dagger went straight up, stopping under the ribs, and the angel reached out with a blank face, grabbing the edge of the wound as if it didn't feel pain, and tore the wound open as if it were pulling open a pocket.

He held the dagger in his hand and plunged into his abdomen, as if he were untying an ox, skillfully following the flesh and tendons, and without damaging it, he took out his internal organs one by one and placed them on the ground in front of him.

"The ritual is almost over!" exclaimed someone, "stop him!"

Stop him, who wouldn't want to stop him? Both the natives and the contestants wanted to rush up and hammer this guy to pieces. However, they had done their best, but they were still some way from the ritual circle.

At first, the distance that seemed so short, symbolizing the dawn of victory, suddenly became the gap between the ends of the world.

No matter how anxious the contestants were, no matter how angry the natives were, no matter how the believers laughed, the oracle seemed to hear nothing.

He simply held out his hand in silence, as if he were already dead, dissecting himself without pain, without fear, without regret.

Even a professional chef would not be better than him.

In the midst of countless roars and wild laughter, the oracle pulled himself into an empty shell, and then quietly, peacefully, and reverently stopped breathing.

The light slowly lit up around him, and his internal organs on the ground floated, slowly revolving around him. And he, the empty shell, like a naughty clay figure, was crushed over his head by an invisible hand, reduced to a mess of flesh, and then pinched back into an empty shell in human form.

The internal organs lined up and flew into the empty shell obediently and orderly.

Eventually, the hideous wound in the abdomen healed, revealing a smooth belly—no one but a child had such tender skin.

Except for the blood all over the ground, there was nothing to prove that the terrible scene just now had ever existed.

In the blood on the ground, a handsome man who looked very different from the god angel stood in the endless light with his arms outstretched, and smiled at everyone.

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