"Xiao Yu was seriously injured by the flames. He is in danger now. The flames must be taken out, otherwise it will be bad!"
Qinglong's eyes turned golden, and through the ice, he could see Xiao Yu sitting cross-legged inside, but now his skin was rotten.
"Senior, please take action and help Xiao Yu take out the flame."
The Shushan disciple did not hesitate at all and immediately raised his fist towards the red-robed priest.
"Haha, okay, let me try."
Seeing everyone's agreement, the red-robed priest from Dacheng immediately stepped forward and grabbed the iceberg where Xiao Yu was.
But before the opponent's hand came close, Wang Yao, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly made a move.
I saw the opponent stretched out his finger, and in the direction where Father Dacheng grabbed it, a seemingly extremely weak spiritual power rushed out and collided with the opponent's spiritual claw.
With just a casual blow, Father Dacheng's attack dissipated immediately. Looking at Wang Yao, he sat where he was without moving.
"What do you mean, your Excellency? Do you want to watch Xiao Zhenjun being burned to death? What are your intentions?"
The red-robed priest's attack was blocked, and his expression instantly darkened.
The fire of ice flames, this was his ultimate goal. No matter who blocked it, it would be a dead end. He was already prepared to fall out with the Chinese.
Qinglong actually didn't know where Wang Yao came from, but he understood that it must be related to Xiao Yu. If the other party didn't let him do it, there was a reason not to do it, so he chose to remain silent at this time.
"What's your intention? Leave the Taoist artifact and leave here, otherwise this will be your burial place."
Wang Yao squinted his eyes, and there was no emotion or joy in his narrow eyes, but his aura was something that no one dared to underestimate.
"This fellow Taoist..."
The Shushan disciple took a step forward and was about to say something, but was pulled back by Qinglong and shook his head at the same time.
“What a big tone, my burial place?
Ever since I broke through the Holy Mage, no one has dared to talk to me like this, and you are the first one."
Father Dacheng seemed to be intentionally reminding him and directly stated his Dacheng cultivation level, but the Taoist he faced remained indifferent.
"Pope, please let me teach him a lesson. This man really doesn't know how to be generous."
Behind Father Dacheng, a man holding a Bible stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
"Okay, you go and try what he is capable of. True Lord Xiao Yu is now burned by the flames. If you are not careful, your body will be wiped out. We cannot sit idly by and watch."
The other party still used the banner of rescuing Xiao Yu and stood on the high ground of justice.
"Qinglong, who is he? Do you know him?"
Fatty Taishan came to Qinglong and asked in a low voice.
Qinglong didn't answer, just shook his head, and then waved his hand, and the cockroach flew from a distance and carried him in the sky.
The others wisely stepped back and put a little distance between themselves and the priests.
"Taoist, those who know the current affairs are heroes. You'd better go away obediently. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
The priest stepped on the void and walked towards Wang Yao step by step. The water element magic on his body began to gather, as if he would attack the opponent at any time.
Looking at Wang Yao again, he was still sitting there unmoved. He didn't know whether he was confident or frightened.
"court death.."
Seeing that Wang Yao was ignoring him, the priest immediately became furious. He waved his hand forward, and a surge of magic turned into a wave of air and struck Wang Yao.
The magic speed was very fast, and it reached Wang Yao's head in an instant, and then turned into sharp knives and fell from the sky.
But at this moment, Wang Yao's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and then the other party waved his hand, and the sharp knives that were flying towards him suddenly turned around and rushed towards the priest.
The reversal of the plot immediately shocked the priest. He waved his Bible in his hand, and scriptures poured out from it, surrounding him.
"Back off..."
Father Dacheng finally realized something was wrong. He took a step forward and slapped the flying knives with his palm. The powerful wind blew the flying knives to the point of collapse.
But the moment Father Dacheng blocked those sharp knives, a flying sword fell from the sky, carrying a heaven-destroying momentum, and struck him on the head.
"Since you don't want to leave, then stay. I just came out of seclusion and used you as a sword sacrifice."
Wang Yao's voice sounded in the sky, and then, the world became silent. Time seemed to stop at this moment. Everyone only saw the flying sword slashing down from the sky, and their bodies could not move at all.
The sudden scene made Father Dacheng feel a great threat. The strong pressure made his body sink rapidly, as if there was a huge force in the sky, making him unable to stand steadily in mid-air.
"Earth Immortal?"
Father Dacheng's face turned pale. In a panic, he took out his magic wand and waved it fiercely in the sky. A hexagonal magic circle was instantly formed above his head.
As soon as the magic circle was formed, the flying sword flashed over, and then struck it with a roar.
With one blow, the originally rotating magic circle paused slightly, and then fell apart.
Taking advantage of this moment of effort, Father Dacheng hurriedly retreated into the distance like a bereaved dog, but the flying sword above remained unrelenting and began to launch a crazy attack.
"Senior, I hand over the Taoist weapon, and please spare my life for the sake of our fellow Taoist orthodoxy."
Father Dacheng flew forward and begged loudly for mercy.
"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped."
Wang Yao was still sitting cross-legged on the iceberg, as if he had never moved, but the flying sword was getting stronger and stronger.
"Senior, I am the Pope of the Catholic Church. If you kill me, it will definitely cause misunderstandings between Taoism and Taoism. Please think twice."
"Hmph, am I, Wang Yao, still afraid?"
Wang Yao's voice turned cold, and then his body disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he had already reached a high altitude in the distance.
Then the opponent grabbed his flying sword and struck the fleeing priest again.
As soon as the sword came out, the color of the world changed. A huge sword shadow of five to six meters long went away in an instant, and struck the opponent directly under the frightened gaze of the priest.
Fortunately, the opponent already had defenses and was wearing a piece of armor, otherwise this sword would definitely split the opponent in half.
After being hit by the sword light, Father Dacheng of the West fell directly into the sea water. Then Wang Yao stretched out his hand and grabbed it in front of him, and something like jade flew into his hand.
Everyone else around him was stunned, especially the other priests, who were so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word.
Their pope could only run away in the opponent's hands, so when they stepped forward, they even wanted to die.
Wang Yao collected the jade, then looked at the priest who had just attacked him, and couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"Sir, I am guilty, please forgive me."
When Wang Yao saw the priest like this, he could no longer stand still and knelt down in the air, and his body began to tremble again.
But Wang Yao ignored it and flew to sit on the ice next to Xiao Yu again.
When several priests saw this, they did not dare to stay any longer and quickly flew towards the sky.
The moment the opponent flew a thousand meters away, Wang Yao's eyes suddenly opened, and then he heard a scream from the distance. The body of the priest who had just attacked Wang Yao was broken into several parts.
"My sword will see blood when it comes out."
Wang Yao muttered to himself, then closed his eyes, and the surroundings became quiet again.
