The next moment, with a loud bang, the high priest's fierce and domineering blood fist hit the Great Prophet's chest, just like a thousand-pound war hammer hitting the Great Prophet. Suddenly, the Great Prophet was bombarded and exploded on the spot! Suddenly, the High Priest's fist was beaten and looked at the Great Prophet's scattered corpse incredible sense. This punch killed?

Not only the high priest, but also the others below, Ru Teng Zhong and Ru Ling Feng, were all shocked and horrified at the situation in the sky. Even the Teng Snake seemed to be surprised and did not continue to bite the Great Prophet's position.

"Great Prophet!!"

The cage where the nine children were located was already ready to fight against the spiritual wind of Teng Zhong and others. At this moment, his eyes widened, looked at the scene in the sky at horror, and screamed in horror.

Even Teng Zhong and others forgot to continue attacking at this moment, staring blankly at the scene in the sky.

Then, that's a great prophet! The great prophet of the Spirit Clan! To be honest, although this great prophet is a member of the Spirit Clan, he is still the supreme leader of the Tengling Clan! But now, he was actually killed and broken by the high priest with one punch?

Is this... too magical?

Even Lin Hao couldn't help but stare at the scene in the sky and the flesh and blood body that the Great Prophet burst open.

Obviously, this great prophet is so strong, why is he so easily... beaten to death?

The whole scene was still calm, perhaps only under another ancient tree not far from Lin Hao, was carrying three children and a little weapon Linglinger, and running towards Lin Hao.

The immortal in the painting just glanced at the great prophet who was beaten to death in the sky, ignored it, and continued to run towards Lin Hao with a few children.

There was no way. Although she had a little weapon Linglinger around her, she could not guarantee that she could safely protect these children under the siege of the second elder and dozens of people, as well as the Teng tribe who were hiding in the dark. She had no choice but to go to Lin Hao to seek shelter.

As for the dead great prophet... he is a prophet. If the high priest's punch can really kill him, why would he not hide?

At this moment, Ling Feng, who was staring at the sky, suddenly heard something strange behind him, and then a familiar aura appeared beside him, and a big hand pressed his shoulder.

"Feng'er, why are you doing it while standing there? Tonight, my Tengling tribe officially started the war."

The sound was extremely thick, which made Lingfeng stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked over and said in surprise: "Father?"

Then he was even more surprised to see that not only his father, but also many elders of the spiritual race and others who followed his father here. At this moment, more than a dozen spiritual race elders all came here, looking at the situation in the sky with serious faces.

The man called his father by Lingfeng nodded at Lingfeng, sighed and smiled, "You silly child, do you think the Prophet will let the Teng clan successfully resurrect the Holy Maiden?"

"Since three months ago, when the girl named Zhu Ling'er and the golden dragon descended to the tribe, we were already starting to prepare for this battle tonight!"

"But you, a silly child, have to let the Great Prophet take action to save Yan'er and other children. Do you think the Great Prophet will watch them be sacrificed by the blood of the Teng clan?"

"Your rash personality really should be changed, otherwise who else can I wear my position as the leader in the future?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Lingfeng earnestly and shook his head, "Your cultivation is still not enough. Retreat and protect the children. Let's see how you can kill Tengzhong and others into scumbags as fathers and your uncles!"

"I, the spiritual clan, have been dormant for countless years and have not been wiped out by the Teng clan. There is no reason."

"Now, my spiritual race is no longer dormant!"

"Brothers! It's time to lift the seal of us and ourselves!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked into the sky. At this moment, he wanted to pounce down, but because of their appearance, Teng Zhong and others were hesitant. As for seals and other things... "Father, our spiritual race really has that kind of seal?"

Lingfeng also heard the conversation between the Great Prophet and the High Priest and others before, but he had heard of the Spiritual Sages, but he didn't know much about it. At this moment, he heard his father mentioning seals and other things, so he couldn't help asking.

At this time, a spiritual elder, one of his uncles, came up and patted his other shoulder, and smiled and said, "Seal?"

"That's just a seal in my spiritual tribe. My spiritual tribe wants to respect the teachings of our ancestors, not to attack or fight, and love for life. The so-called unsealing of the seal is just to throw these eight words behind your head. No matter what it is, what it is not attack or fight, and love for life, all of them will die. My spiritual tribe has never been a good tribe!"

"You guys have never seen the methods of my spiritual race."

The clan uncle smiled and after saying that, his blood burst out, but at the same time, there was still spiritual energy in his body.

Not only him, but all the other spiritual people present were also running together at this moment, and they were all spiritual energy! "The so-called sealing itself is only 50% of its strength, but in fact, it is just sealing spiritual power."

"The members of the Spirit Clan, follow me and fight against the Teng Clan!"

Lingfeng's father snorted coldly, immediately led the cultivators to rise up and attack Teng Zhong and others in the sky.

On the other side, the immortal in the painting, who was rushing towards Lin Hao, was also stopped by the second elder of the Teng clan and others. The second elders and others did not hesitate as much as those of Teng Zhong. He directly brought people to block the immortal in the painting and ordered the immortal in the painting to hand over the three children, otherwise they would have to rob them! The immortal in the painting naturally refused. Not to mention that these people could not snatch these three children from her hands. Even if they could snatch them, she would never hand over the children to them so easily.

"Just you, Xiao Ling'er, come on me and bite them!"

"A dog bites people, I'm not a dog!"

Xiao Ling'er protested, but at this moment, the four spiritual treasures of Huatian were suspended and flew around her petite body. At the same time, a black spirit cat phantom appeared behind her, and her eyes were coldly looking at the second elder of the Teng clan and others opposite her.
Chapter completed!