"You won't kill me?"

Fake looked at Ling Qingyan with some disbelief. Judging from Ling Qingyan's decisive move before, Fake understood that the young man in purple robe in front of him was not a rude man at all, otherwise he would not have killed his son because of a disagreement.

"Hmph!" Ling Qingyan's eyes were slightly cold, and he withdrew his second soul clone and Nether Sword, and disappeared from the spot as soon as he moved!

Fake was left alone, standing there in a daze!

"All dead! All dead!" Farke's face was extremely ferocious.

"Huhu--" Suddenly, at this moment, in the direction of the city of Burr, a figure came in the air and soon arrived near Farke. Isn't the person coming?

However, when Burr came here, he frowned when he saw Farke with a lonely face, "Farke, who are you fighting with just now!"

When Fack saw Burr coming, his low face eased a little, and he snorted, "Who else can you? Burr, I finally understand why you don't stand up for my son. It turns out that you are also afraid of death."

Hearing Farke's words, Burr was a little surprised, "You can't beat him?"

Farke's face darkened, "Are you still pretending? I joined forces with the twenty Xuanling Human Formation in our Farke City, and they are not his opponent! The formation was also broken, and everyone was dead... I will never let it go for this matter. I want to find my grandfather and let my grandfather take action to coax the mutant to kill people!"

When Burr heard Fark's words, his face changed slightly and advised: "Fak, let's just forget about this."

Farke's face was low, "Impossible!"

After saying that, Fake ignored Burr and left the area with his own movement.

Looking at Farke's back as he was gone, Burr's face was full of a bitter smile and shook his head, "Brother Ling. It seems that you will not have any good results this time when you go to see the three great prophets... Only if the other two prophets are concerned about your sincerity, they will stop the Prophet Farlan from taking action against you."

Obviously, Burr was also quite helpless about this.

Ling Qingyan naturally didn't know that Burr, the lord of Burr, who had met with him. Now he was following the route that Burr had previously told him to the place where the three prophets were. The place where the three prophets were usually in seclusion was where they usually went to the retreating practitioners. They were far away and remote.

However, with Ling Qingyan's speed, he arrived in that area soon.

The residence of the three great prophets, floating in the Bihou, is a magnificent palace. From a distance, people can't help but be afraid. Qingyan saw the palace in front of him, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

Ling Qingyan stepped out of the air and rushed towards the palace ahead.

………

In the magnificent hall, an old man who was obviously old was sitting quietly above the head. At this moment, there was a middle-aged man standing there in the hall.

If Ling Qingyan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this middle-aged man was Fake who had spared his life before.

"Fake. You can use the teleportation array. What are you doing when you come to me?"

The old man had a pair of dark blue pupils. Although his voice was low, it could be heard clearly. At this moment, he looked at Farke and spoke slowly.

"Pu!" However, as soon as the old man finished speaking, Fake, who was originally standing, suddenly fell to the ground. Two lines of clear tears were squeezed out on his face at this moment, "Grandfather, you have to be the master of Linda! There are also the twenty Xuanling Human Formations in my Fake City, the Xuan Formation that you once worked hard to achieve was also broken!"

"What?!"

Hearing Fark's words, no matter how calm the old man's heart was, he couldn't help but tremble. The old man's eyes became solemn, and he stared at Fark and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Hearing the old man's words, Fark did not dare to hesitate at all, and even said what happened. He was obviously extremely sad and angry at the person who took action. Fark continued: "Grandfather, you must severely punish Burr in Burr City. He watched with his own eyes see your great-grandson being killed by the mutant!"

"Mutation coaxes people?" However, when he heard Fake's words, the old man frowned.

As a prophet of coaxing, he naturally knew how many imperial-level existences existed in coaxing. Even if someone else broke through to the imperial-level level in coaxing, he could still feel... However, over the years, he has never felt that anyone broke through to the imperial-level level again.

"I am the boundless starry sky, and I want to see the three prophets!"

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from outside this palace, which shocked the sky, covering almost the entire palace.

Hearing this sound, the old man's brow moved slightly.

Farke showed a hint of anger on his face. He looked at the old man and said, "Grandfather, it's this person, the master of this voice... it's him, who killed your great-grandson!"

Hearing Fake's words, the old man's face darkened. The next moment, the old man's body moved and had disappeared into the hall.

Seeing his grandfather leave, Farke's face showed a bit of ferociousness, "Boy, you came here by yourself... I want to see how you escaped from my grandfather's attack! Even if my grandfather alone cannot suppress you, there are two other prophets who will not stand by."

Fark then left the hall and followed the old man who had gone away.

Ling Qingyan stood outside the palace with his brows slightly shaking. He believed that his voice had been heard in the palace before. But why did no one move after so long?

"What's going on?" Ling Qingyan's face was full of confusion.

But soon, Ling Qingyan's eyes were attracted by a figure, because at this moment, an elderly old man suddenly walked out of the air in the palace ahead. The old man seemed a little short, holding a crutch in his hand. When his turbid eyes looked at him, a trace of light actually emerged.

"This..." Ling Qingyan discovered that the old man seemed to have inexplicable hostility towards him.

When Ling Qingyan was confused, another figure appeared outside the palace in front of him, which attracted Ling Qingyan's attention, which made Ling Qingyan's face sank, "It's him! It seems that this old man is Lin Da's great-grandfather... It seems that this time things will not go well."

The middle-aged man who appeared behind this old man was Farke, who had spared his life before.

"Who are you?" the old man looked at Ling Qingyan and asked.

"Prophet!" Ling Qingyan looked at the old man and said, "I am a cultivator from the infinite starry sky. I came this time for the affairs of the God of the Underworld... In a thousand years, the God of the Underworld will wake up, and the entire infinite starry sky will face the disaster. I, Prophet, can you and the other two prophets to stop it!"

"The Cultivator of the Infinite Starry Sky?" The old man glanced at Ling Qingyan, pondered for a moment before speaking, and said, "You go! These things have nothing to do with our coaxing, and we cannot take action for this."

"grandfather!"

Seeing that his grandfather actually asked the young man in purple robe to leave, Farke was anxious. He asked his grandfather to teach the young man in purple robe a lesson.

"Hmph!" Who knew that when the old man heard Fake's words, he couldn't help but hum.

When Fake heard the sound, he immediately didn't dare to say anything else.

At the same time, Fake was also a little shocked. This young man in purple robe actually came from the infinite starry sky. As the lord of Fake City, he naturally could not not know the existence of the infinite starry sky. The practitioner of the infinite starry sky is extremely mysterious.

"Prophet, how could this have nothing to do with you coaxing?" Ling Qingyan's face changed slightly when he heard the old man's words. "At the beginning, it was you three prophets who instigated the God of the Underworld to plunder the Force of the Starry Sky. The God of the Underworld is one of the four great prophets you coaxed... In the final analysis, all these things are your fault!"

When Ling Qingyan said this, he was extremely angry.

The prophet refused so simply, and Ling Qingyan naturally thought that he had killed his great-grandson before. Ling Qingyan looked at the old man and said in a low voice: "If the prophet is still thinking about my killing your great-grandson, I am willing to give the prophet a satisfactory reply after you solve the affairs of the God of the Underworld for the infinite starry sky!"

When Ling Qingyan said this, it was obviously a bit like putting it to death.

"Ha ha!"

Who knew that after hearing Ling Qingyan's words, the old man, "Farlane", who coaxed the three prophets, squeezed a hint of teasing on his face. His dark blue eyes stared at Ling Qingyan and said lightly: "Young man, sometimes you shouldn't be too arrogant."

Ling Qingyan frowned slightly.

"I want to see the other two prophets!" Ling Qingyan looked at the old man França and suddenly spoke.

"Random!" Before Farlan could speak, his grandson Farke shouted, "Boy, my grandfather asked you to leave, you will leave! When we coax, who doesn't know that the three prophets are in the same spirit? Now the other two prophets are in seclusion, and you will never see them."

"If this is the case, then I can only go in and see two prophets."

Ling Qingyan knew about what happened today, and he might not have room for maneuver. He moved his feet and rushed towards the palace ahead, trying to enter.

"Hmph!" However, when Ling Qingyan had just taken a step, Françe's face had already sunk. He suddenly lifted the crutch in his hand. In an instant, a ripple and turbulent force swept towards Ling Qingyan, and the power condensed in it turned into a golden stream of light.

Ling Qingyan sensed the sharpness and murderous intention of this power, and his face suddenly changed. Then he remembered that this prophet was at the late emperor level!

"Hula——"

Ling Qingyan waved his hand and the destruction bead began to appear in front of him. The destruction bead kept turning, and a wisp of destruction shot out, and in a blink of an eye it hit the old man's power.

"Bang!" With a blast, countless sea water split!

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