Chapter 1068: Behead the Prophet (4)

"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.

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He couldn't predict the movements of the puppet, so he panicked.

boom! !

The puppet used pure physical strength to suppress him.

In this state, the puppet cannot perform secret techniques, nor can it open blood, and can only fight with its physical body.

Even so, puppets can fight each other.

Rumble! !

The giant fist bombarded, making the void tremble.

Thanks to the formation covering the mountain, no sound came out, otherwise it would have already attracted a large number of people.

"stop!"

The prophet was punched and broke his right arm, and hurriedly shouted.

Ye Que couldn't hear it, and his moves were fierce, causing the opponent to scream and spill blood in the void.

The Prophet used secret techniques to resist, but under Ye Que's physical strength, it was useless at all, because the strength gap between the two sides was too great.

"Stop! Speak up if you have something to say!"

The prophet broke his right arm and dodged back and forth among the small mountains.

He took out a special formation, but it took time to activate it, and he couldn't leave this place, and the puppet kept beating him, the only thing he could do was to run away.

With a bang, his left arm was also shattered, and blood spilled all over the floor.

"stop it!"

The prophet was frightened and fled crazily.

This time, it's just a matter of stealing chickens and losing rice. In this small place, there is no one who can dodge at all, and he was smashed by the puppet's fleshy body.

He has to thank the puppet body for not being able to perform secret techniques, fighting flexibly, and opening blood, otherwise, he would have been suppressed long ago.

"Stop, wake up!"

The prophet played a secret technique to influence the opponent.

However, not to mention the secret technique entering the body, even if it is close, it can't be done, and it is directly smashed by the puppet's body.

"Ah! Help!"

He screamed, his body was covered in blood, and there was a hole in his stomach, which was pierced by the body of the puppet.

boom!

He was smashed on top of the formation, and a **** human mark was smashed out.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me!"

The Prophet wailed, regretting his hasty entry.

He didn't take the ancient **** who could slay gods seriously, and regretted it now. Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world. He was beaten until he screamed, blood continued to spill, and his injuries worsened rapidly.

In the end, he could only keep swallowing the big medicine to maintain his vitality.

Rumble!

It was another punch, almost blowing his head off, but in the end it just pierced his chest.

By this time, he had holes all over his body, his arms were gone, blood was everywhere, and he was on the verge of being seriously injured.

And Ye Que finally woke up.

It is impossible for him to block the soul all the time, but to set the time.

Because the body of the puppet is too dangerous, once it is caught by a strong man, it can easily kill him, so he does not dare to seal it too much.

Regaining control over his body, he looked at the prophet who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "You dare to negotiate terms with me even if you haven't reached the level of the gods. Do you really think that the prophet is omnipotent?"

The Prophet pulled himself together and said weakly, "Don't do it."

After all, the body disappeared again.

boom!

Ye Que missed with one punch.

"You can't beat me now, let me go, it's good for both parties!"

The Prophet gasped, wanting to get out of here first.

"Can't beat you?"

Ye Que smiled coldly and continued to attack. He has no consumption and can move at will.

"I want to see how long you can last with this kind of injury!"

He attacked almost infinitely, trying to consume the Prophet to death.

At the end of the fight, the Prophet's face became paler and his speed slowed down. He murmured: "Don't kill me... There are only 900 of my Prophet Clan. If you kill one of me, my Prophet Clan will definitely take revenge on you."

"It's as if if I don't let you go, you can let me go."

Ye Que didn't let his hands down, he used all kinds of moves, and didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe.

After another half hour, he knocked the Prophet to the ground with one punch.

By this time, the prophet no longer had the strength to dodge, even though he knew all this in advance.

Ye Que stood on the ground and walked towards the prophet.

"Don't break my leg! I kneel! I kneel!"

The prophet foresaw something, begged for mercy in horror, and knelt down on the ground numbly.

Ye Que was still ruthless, stomping on the prophet's leg with both feet, and said coldly: "Are you desperate now, you know what I want to do, but you can't resist?"

"Don't kill me! I can help you! I can help you!"

The Prophet is really painful and desperate, but also very regretful.

He was careless, and he couldn't get out when he came in. Now he knew what the other party was going to do, but he was powerless to resist. He was still beaten to the knees and begged for mercy, showing two extremes from the previous arrogance.

"What can you do for me?"

Ye Que sneered, and punched him again, breaking the prophet's teeth.

"I can help you predict other people's thoughts, no! Don't cut off my tentacles!"

Seeing Ye Que again, the Prophet panicked and began to struggle desperately.

Ye Que drew out his knife, slashed at the two tentacles of the prophet, and said coldly: "It's only for a few seconds, what's the use to me? You'd better die in peace!"

Cutting off the tentacles, the prophet completely lost the prophetic ability.

"I won't let you go! I won't let you go!"

The Prophet fell to the ground, twitching in pain and hatred.

"There are too many people who will not let me go! You are not missing!"

Ye Que shattered the prophet's body with one kick, and the cold light in his eyes remained unwavering.

"If you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be killed!"

Black flames covered it, burning the prophet's flesh.

Seeing the Prophet's physical body being annihilated, Ye Que did not feel any joy, on the contrary, his face was very heavy.

Having seen the power of the Prophet, his pressure is very heavy.

Just being a tenth-rank **** king forced him to call himself a soul and fight with a puppet body.

What if it is a peerless **** king?

What about the god-level prophet?

Moreover, the other party is right, the number of prophets is small, but it is more united and protective.

For the Prophet Clan with only 900 members, the tenth-rank God King is also a rare powerhouse, and he beheaded him...

Soon, the prophets will launch a fierce attack and retaliate against him.

"Take advantage of this huge double void city now, I have to find out how to prevent being targeted by the prophet!"

He doesn't believe in the vastness of the universe, so there is no way to suppress the prophet's ability.

After taking away the Prophet's storage ring, the treasures inside were pitifully small, and he casually threw it into the corner, took out the starry sky water, watered the **** fruit, and then fed the star sea worm nutrients, and then returned to the mountain.

As the night came, the Double Void Square Market was still bustling. He didn't dare to waste time. He left the mountain and went straight to the Square City. He went to the shop to search for ancient books and inquire about all the information about the Prophet.

Searched for three days in a row.

Ye Que finally walked out of a shop storing ancient books, his eyes were more serious.

"If you master the laws of time and space, you can suppress the prophet...or marry a woman from the time and space phoenix clan. During the double cultivation, you can use a ray of time and space power to yourself. In this way, you can prevent being predicted by the prophet!"

In the universe, there must be very few people who can control the laws of time and space. Even Ye Que can't tell whether the old patriarch has mastered it.

"This thing is too difficult. I definitely can't master it. I can only turn to Xiao Yaoyao for help. Hey, my little Yaoyao, I don't know if you have succeeded in inheriting it!"

He wanted to leave the double void, leave the extreme southern starry sky, and go to the extreme northern starry sky to visit his wife.