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"Power of Darkness?" A trace of terror flashed through the old prophet's eyes, but it quickly turned into calmness in the blink of an eye. A trace of an evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth as he said to himself, as if he had seen through everything.

"Lord Prophet, do we not need to help?" Li Yuan's group asked the Prophet while kneeling on the ground.

The prophet shook his head and said, "The cause is the cause, the result is the result, the cause is the fruit, and the result is the fruit." The prophet shook his head and said, "The cause is the cause, the result is the cause, and the cause is the result.

"You are speaking so arrogantly. Since you are even more anxious than this dog, I will first understand your wish to die."

Li Yuan let out a cold snort. His body emitted an explosive killing intent. Against such trash, he didn't plan to use his Origin Energy. Just the force of his hands was enough to break Li Yao's throat.

Li Yuan's body flew backwards after being struck by a burst of red light as he staggered and stood up. He looked in shock at the youth with a cold expression in front of him, but Li Yuan was unable to even tell when he did it.

"Fan Mu, the real one is indeed you."

Lingyun gritted his teeth in surprise, from the way Li Yuan rushed over, he could tell that this man's strength was at least at the third level of the Natal Opening Realm, and even if he wanted to split the mountain, it would be easy for him to do so.

Furthermore, Li Yuan's footwork was tricky and it was difficult for him to catch a figure. Fan Mu being able to send him flying with a single move made everyone present sigh.

"Shut up. If you make any more noise, I'll kill you."

A sharp killing intent gushed out from Fan Mu's mouth, scattering onto Lingyun's body, causing him to feel a chill. Thinking back to when Pharaoh checked his spiritual energy, Fan Mu's dark divine power, he understood, could it be that Fan Mu had started to go berserk!? Right now, this was the only explanation for the current situation.

Although he did not know what kind of destructive power the Dark Elemental Energy would bring, but with just one move, he knew that Fan Mu's fighting strength was definitely not inferior to Li Yuan's, and it was even on a higher level. Moreover, the current Fan Mu had some enemies he did not know, so if he was stuck in the middle of the wall as cannon fodder, he might as well go ahead and save Susu, and then watch the battle from the sidelines.

"Enraged!?"

The Prophet also had a burst of sentiments, but he didn't have the slightest intention of helping Li Yuan. It was as if he wanted to watch him throw his life away.

"Cough cough, I didn't expect you to have this kind of secret technique. You broke through so many bottlenecks in such a short time, it was my grandpa who miscalculated. However, once grandpa gets serious ?"

"You talk too much nonsense. Go to hell and fix your problem!"

His sharp gaze was like the edge of a blade that pierced through Li Yuan's heart. He waved his arms and a black cassock was completed immediately, pressing towards Li Yuan along with his words.

"Undead Heavenly Longevity Cloak!?"

The prophet was shocked and immediately ordered, "Everyone retreat! If you are engulfed by this wave of power, you will die without a burial!"

It was recorded only in ancient texts, and no one on the continent had ever used it before. Because of the incomparable malice of this technique, the corroded soul will forever leave the Three Realms, so it has always been a part of the seal created by the Holy Dragon Camp of the various great powers. Not only did it have the information of where the prophets came from, it actually had such an unorthodox technique that even knew of it, so it truly deserved the title of 'prophet'.

How could Li Yuan be a match for the Undead Heavenly Longevity Cloth, even when they had met face to face back then, a layer of skin had already been grinded off. Li Yuan's strength was not even one in ten thousand, and he did not even have the chance to wail before he was swallowed up by the black light.

Terrifying to the point that they couldn't even speak, hundreds of gazes fell upon the spot where Li Yuan had vanished, and they were all terrified to the point of being unable to speak.

"Susu, it's okay." Taking advantage of Fan Mu's chaos, she kicked away the two middle-aged men and took Susu into her arms.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her bean-sized tears condensed before her eyes, as they dripped onto Ling Yun's chest. Like a waterfall of black hair covering her face, she sobbed as she called out softly. "Ling Yun, Ling Yun ?"

"It's fine, Susu. Fan Mu has already killed that person, and will never do this again, okay?" Hearing Susu's extremely sorrowful voice, Lingyun's eyes also grew hot, but he did his best to hold back his tears.

Susu nodded weakly and fainted.

"Is there anyone else?" Fan Mu Xie smiled charmingly as he waved his palms, causing cracking sounds. "If there's no reason for anyone else to come out, then all of you can go with them to hell. It's been a long time since they last moved, and now it's time to find that kind of thrilling feeling."

Once he said this, the town retreated another three steps. Everyone still vividly remembered Li Yuan's ending. That kind of invincible deterrence made everyone's heart turn cold.

"Since there is no one here, let's end it ?"

"Good, good. Almsgiver, if you do too much evil, you will only fall into the abyss. The sea of bitterness is endless, turning back is the shore." The old prophet wielded his scepter as he leapt forward and landed in front of Fan Mu, blocking his path of slaughter.

"There's finally one here," Fan Mu smirked, not understanding the old prophet's words at all. Instead, he gave him a suggestion, "It's true that it's a tradition to respect and respect the elderly, but you can't just rely on your age to snatch food from these young people. You should let these young people enjoy the pleasure of death for once, after all, there's an old saying that goes back to the past, and they should be afraid of the future."

"You have completely controlled your own heart!? "This will be a little difficult to deal with, looks like I'll need to use that move," the prophet sighed softly, then untied the bandage on his right hand, and a string of swastika characters entered Fan Mu's eyes.

"Old man, you're actually someone from there," said Fan Mumu, his eyebrows creasing. He raised his left hand and pinched the Prophet's neck, "For now, take back your previous suggestion. As you wish, I'll send you to hell first!"

"Boundless Dharma!"

The Prophet gave a loud shout, and the swastika character flew out from the arm of the Prophet. It floated in the air and formed a bell like shape, enveloping Fan Mu within it.

A huge commotion arose. Fan Mu's left hand was actually unable to penetrate the barrier created by the bronze bell, and as soon as it touched it, it ignited a golden flame that spread from top to bottom and engulfed his entire body.

"I did not expect that you had already learnt the essence. Ha ha, consider yourself lucky, I will still return. Don't kill this brat, you will regret ?"

His voice had yet to fade when eight swastika seals appeared on Fan Mu's stomach. They howled through the sky, and Fan Mu fell to the ground with a clatter.