Chapter 1067: Prophet (3)

"I know what you're thinking, don't worry, I won't tell others, because you are the only prey, and I, a hunter, is enough to kill you. I don't want to give rewards to others."

Soi Ying's voice was not only mysterious, but also confident and casual.

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Ye Que's expression gradually turned fierce, and Nirvana, Latent Fury, Giant God, Dharma Body, and Nightmare were fully activated.

His form remained unchanged, and he looked like an ordinary person under the nightmare, but his combat power reached the twenty-sixth rank of the **** king, and he could fight against the fourth rank of the gods.

The three eyes locked on the black shadow, and cast the pupil technique silently.

God's real hand.

"You can't beat me, and you will never be able to."

The black shadow seems to know everything, and it is easy to avoid the real hand of the god.

He floats in the void, like a ray of ghost, no one can fathom him.

"What trick do you want to use?"

The black shadow was playing with Ye Que, and would actively dodge every time in the void. After dodging, the attack would fail, unable to hit him at all.

"who are you?"

Ye Que asked, and he launched an attack, killing at full speed, and also punched out the Six Paths Divine Fist, but the opponent could take the lead and always leave safely.

"Me? I'll tell you when you hurt me. By the way, I'll tell you that this seat is only the tenth rank of God King."

Sombra's voice was a little more mocking.

He came here for the head of the number one **** king in the universe, just to get rewards.

Rumble!

His speed is very fast, he can attack instantly, and he can use secret techniques, supernatural powers, pupil techniques, forbidden techniques, etc., but the opponent can always dodge in advance.

In the end, he stopped, waiting for the opponent to attack, and said lightly: "Since you are so powerful, why don't you fight with me? I will let you have one hand!"

"I knew you would say that."

Soi Ying's voice was still mysterious and supreme, and after he finished speaking, he disappeared instantly.

Ye Que's vigilance increased, and suddenly, a black shadow attacked him. It was not an ordinary attack, but directly entered his body.

"Are you scared?"

Black Shadow has a gloomy tone, as if he can control everything.

Ye Que was expressionless, and suddenly the corner of his mouth turned up: "You didn't even understand my ability, so you dare to act wild in front of me."

He blew himself up instantly.

Sombra had already guessed what the opponent was thinking, but because he was too close, he couldn't evacuate in time. Even though he was prepared for protection, he was still injured by the self-explosion.

With a bang, the black shadow was blown away, and when it landed on the ground, the black shadow appeared in a round shape.

It is a humanoid with dark brown skin and tentacles on its head.

He was knocked down to the ground, with blood all over his body.

"The fifth race in the universe, the Prophets! Guess it's you, see you now, it's true!"

Ye Que was reborn from Nirvana, shaking the ground with one kick.

The prophets of the fifth race, the void race of the thirteenth race, the two major races came to the extreme southern starry sky, and some scattered races also followed.

But the two of them are the strongest.

Ye Que should have thought about who the opponent was.

The humanoid dodged ahead of time, dodging the kick.

"What's the point if you know? Are you capable of hurting me?"

The humanoid creature bloomed with the power of the tenth rank of the **** king, not even peerless, but looked at Ye Que, still full of disdain.

The prophet race, born with the ability to predict, is a terrifying creature.

It's a pity that the number of prophets is not many, only a few hundred, even rarer than the gravediggers, so they are ranked fifth, otherwise, once the number increases, the star demons can also suppress them.

Ye Que smiled when he heard this.

He withdrew all the power of his bloodline and unleashed the power of the ninth rank of the king of gods.

He took out a chair, sat on it casually, and said lightly: "I won't hurt you, come on, come and hit me for a try?"

The physical body of the prophet is very fragile, not to mention that this is a tenth-rank **** king, who has not even reached peerless, and is weak in terms of combat power.

Even if the other party has the prophetic ability, it can't help him.

The prophet's face was slightly gloomy. He thought that with his prophetic ability, he could scare the opponent, but it seemed that he was really tough.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll spread the news?"

The Prophet said coldly.

"See if they have the guts to come in and act presumptuously! Come on, I'll hit you with one finger!"

Ye Que sneered, which made the Prophet's face a bit more ugly.

"I have plenty of means to punish you. I am very clear about the grievances between you and the Silver Wing Hunter Pavilion. If I want to kill you, I don't need to do it!"

The corner of the prophet's mouth curled up, but when he saw that the other party was expressionless and silent, he thought he had achieved the effect, so he said again: "An Jiu has always been a lone ranger, but he has been following you... If what I expected is right, you can cast it on her Nightmare power, right?"

The Prophet has a long history and has seen some blood power of the ancient gods.

Of course, no one in this universe can know the power of all the bloodlines of the ancient gods.

Because of some bloodlines, even the ancient gods themselves are difficult to open, and the same clan does not know, let alone other clans.

Ye Que still didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the prophet.

The Prophet sneered: "If I wake her up, do you think she will kill you or me? Of course, what I mean by awakening is to reverse her character."

The power of nightmare is not easy to break.

Even if the nightmare power in An Jiu's body is broken, it is still difficult to escape from control.

Because the power of nightmare is broken, the influence it can cause is difficult to change, such as personality, such as habits.

An Jiu suffered from the power of nightmare, so he would definitely show respect to Ye Que. If the power of nightmare is broken, people already know all the truth, but this kind of deep respect is hard to change.

Therefore, many people who suffer from the power of nightmare, most of them will not hate the caster, but will feel friendly.

And this is also the horror of the power of nightmare.

The Prophet knew this, so he spoke comprehensively.

"What do you want to play? I'll play with you. What's the use of talking here?"

Ye Que said coldly.

"Why don't we make a deal, I don't necessarily want to kill you."

The Prophet also took out a chair, thinking that he could negotiate with the other party, so he sat opposite Ye Que.

"What deal do you want?"

Ye Que was indifferent.

"I want your ancient god's blood, give it to me, and I won't pester you, let alone divulge all your information."

The Prophet smiled lightly, with an aura that could control the overall situation.

"Do you think you have the qualifications?"

Ye Que got up and cast a spell with both hands, a black light shot into his head.

In an instant, his soul was sealed and his body became a puppet, but under the control of secret techniques, he locked the prophet as his prey.

boom!

He hit the prophet like a cannonball.

The Prophet's face changed, he couldn't predict the opponent's attack, but fortunately he saw it with his own eyes, and with some precautions, he could escape the impact in a thrilling manner.

"Seal the soul, and the puppet in the body will fight with me! You are so brave, this is a joke with your own life!"

But the puppet couldn't understand these words, and when he came again, his face changed completely.