Sure enough, this guy did not intend to discuss anything with him when he lured him in.
The black-robed priest did not see him as a Divine Messenger.
Or perhaps, there were other reasons.
Of course, he did not have the courage to kill Long Chen directly.
Although Long Chen was imprisoned, he had actually survived a disaster.
This dark cage was tight, stable, and airtight. The runes in it rotated. A Third Nirvana Tribulation expert's understanding of the Dark Binding Dao was not to be underestimated.
Long Chen stood in this narrow dark cage, unable to move. This was the power of the Heavenly Dao. Whether it was the God Slaying Sword or the Lingxi Sword, they would not be able to break it.
The black-robed priest wanted to lock himself in here and wait for the savage beast to attack the city before making a decision. After all, to him, the most important thing was to wait for the savage beast to attack the city.
The tearing sound gradually faded into the distance. Long Chen was locked in this large hall by himself, waiting for death.
The people outside did not know what was going on inside, so naturally, they did not know that Long Chen had been imprisoned. They thought that Long Chen was now discussing with the black-robed priest about how to deal with the savage beast.
Seeing this situation, the 20 higher-ups in the Dragon Dance Hall were both happy and worried. Of course, the people who were happy were the Hall Master and his group. Long Chen made one wrong move and lost everything. Now that he was imprisoned and could not move, the plan had completely failed.
"He was so powerful just now, but now he has become a prisoner. This is ridiculous. I have already said that this method is too risky. There are smart people among the Dark Remnants, but he still messed around like this. He is simply courting death. No matter how good his luck is, it is useless," the Hall Master of Hanwu said rudely as he hated Long Chen the most.
A few of his henchmen also said, "In this way, Long Chen has been completely eliminated. In the first round of popularity, he was at the bottom. In the second round, we thought that he would have an outstanding performance, but he was too greedy and used such an extreme method. In the end, he lost everything and lost his life. There is an 80% chance that he will die in the Black Rock Tribe. Many people praised him before, but now it seems that some people are feeling a burning pain in their faces."
After saying that, everyone in their group roared with laughter.
As for the warriors who had praised Long Chen before, they naturally had ugly expressions on their faces. At this point, they had nothing to refute. Long Chen was already imprisoned and could be considered as crippled. Next, it would be up to Feng Zhilin and Yang Chen's performance.
With Long Chen's strength, it was basically impossible for him to break open the Dark Prison unleashed by a third stage Nirvana Tribulation martial artist. Everyone present was a third stage Nirvana Tribulation martial artist and above, so they understood the gap between the two very well.
The situation on Feng Zhilin and Young Martial God's side became more and more tense.
"Feng Zhilin is going to succeed."
A beautiful woman opened her small mouth slightly and exclaimed. Her full chest moved up and down, drawing out a beautiful and moving curve.
From the bronze mirror, it could be seen that Feng Zhilin was very careful. This time, she condensed two Wind Slaves to attack the Black Smoke tribe. Even the black-clothed priest was attracted, causing the tribe to be empty. At this time, Feng Zhilin quietly approached the Dark Goddess statue.
After much deliberation, she had already figured out the location of the statue of the Dark Goddess. This time, she directly approached it with familiarity. The Way of Wind she cultivated brought her many conveniences. It allowed her to be as light as a swallow. She was like a gentle breeze, gently blowing as she approached the divine hall.
The shrine was the most important and sacred building of every tribe. The huge shrine was empty. Only the Son of Darkness could enter, and he had to wait for the right time to enter.
The statue of the Dark Goddess was in the deepest part of the temple. It was the darkest place. A beautiful woman stood there peacefully, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility. The statue of the Dark Goddess had already released the characteristics of a god.
No wonder the Remnants of Darkness would attach so much importance to the Dark Goddess statue.
Even if there were outsiders attacking, there would still be three grey-clothed priests guarding outside the shrine. Feng Zhilin might not even be able to defeat one of them. If it were not for these three guys, Feng Zhilin would have already obtained the Dark Goddess statue.
Consecutively releasing two wind slaves was almost Feng Zhilin's limit.
The two Wind Slaves outside could not hold on for long. Feng Zhilin knew that she could not waste any more time. She had to fight for the last time. Therefore, she gritted her teeth and once again used up most of her Nirvana Storm power to condense the last Wind Slave. This Wind Slave was only half the size of a normal Wind Slave, but it consumed a lot of Feng Zhilin's energy.
"This girl's character is very tough."
Seeing Feng Zhilin's beautiful face turning pale and her curvaceous body slightly trembling, the higher-ups in the Dragon Dance Palace thought to themselves.
The sudden appearance of the Wind Slave had frightened the three grey-clothed priests. Feng Zhilin was very smart. She did not let the Wind Slave attack the three grey-clothed priests. Instead, she attacked the ordinary Remnants of Darkness in front of the grey-clothed priests.
Without the strength of a Barbarian General or above, the Black Tooth Warriors couldn't stop Slave Feng at all. The three grey-robed priests guarding the shrine looked at each other, and one of them said, "You two, hurry up and destroy that weird thing."
These days, it was these strange Wind Slaves that made the Remnants of Darkness of the Black Smoke Tribe restless. Today, it was even more serious. They actually appeared inside.
The Wind Slave was fighting, but only two grey-clothed priests came. There was still one grey-clothed priest guarding the place. It showed how much importance they attached to the Dark Goddess statue.
At this moment, Feng Zhilin had no other choice. She had already sacrificed too much. There was only one grey-clothed priest left. She could not take away the statue without anyone knowing. Time was not on her side, and she could not delay any longer.
Under the surprised gazes of the higher-ups in the Dragon Dance Palace, Feng Zhilin decided to rush into the palace. Her action was as bold as Long Chen's.
Wind's forte was speed, and Feng Zhilin had also trained in this element. This was her greatest trump card, and she hadn't used it much before. Now that she used it, she was like a gust of wind that swept past the grey-clothed priest and rushed into the shrine.
This moment was too sudden. The last grey-clothed priest's attention was all on the Wind Slave. For countless years, no one had ever entered the palace, so he relaxed a little. By the time he reacted, Feng Zhilin had already rushed into the palace.
The people in the Dragon Dance Palace were in an uproar.
"What the hell is that?"
The grey-clothed priest guarding the palace shouted. He realized the seriousness of the matter. Someone actually dared to rush into the palace and blaspheme the god.
It should be known that even the black-clothed priest did not have the right to enter the palace.
This was a huge matter. The grey-clothed priest's heart was boiling. Half of him was panicking, and the other half was filled with hatred. The palace was their purest place. The grey-clothed priest had been guarding this place for thousands of years, but he had never stepped into it.
At this critical moment, he hesitated for a moment whether he could enter or not. At this moment, Feng Zhilin appeared beside the statue of the Dark Goddess.
"Human, devil."
The grey-clothed priest's shock was indescribable. When he saw Feng Zhilin's appearance, his face turned pale with fright. He shouted crazily, "All my people, listen up. A human devil has sneaked into the palace and intends to blaspheme the god."
His loud shout was definitely heard by the black-clothed priest and the others. Hearing this, all the experts were shocked and rushed back with all their might.
Among them, the black-clothed priest was the fastest.
He was a Nirvana Tribulation warrior.
"Danger." Someone in the Dragon Dance Palace could not help but shout.
Even if Feng Zhilin obtained the statue of the Dark Goddess, she would not be able to escape alive …
At this critical moment, Feng Zhilin's eyes were cold. The grey-clothed priest who was guarding outside had informed the others and was prepared to seal the door to prevent Feng Zhilin from leaving. However, the structure of the palace could not stop Feng Zhilin's Sky Splitter. She lifted the statue of the Dark Goddess from the ground with one hand and placed it in the Kingdom of God. In the next instant, she leaped into the air and slashed the wall of the palace with the Sky Splitter. She broke through the wall.
At this moment, all the barbarian generals and grey-clothed priests rushed towards Feng Zhilin with a crazed look on their faces.
They were just a few Wind Slaves. In the hands of these experts, they were quickly destroyed. They could not cause much of a disturbance.
The one that Feng Zhilin was most afraid of was naturally the Nirvana Tribulation warrior.
"The distance from here to the exit is not considered far. However, whether or not we can escape will depend on our own fate."
This was the most critical moment. Feng Zhilin had already succeeded. She used up the last of her strength to transform into a gust of wind and escape in a sorry state.
Although the entire Dark Nation was forbidden to fly, Feng Zhilin's wind attribute allowed her to stay in the sky for a longer period of time. She could not care less about anything else.
She seized the opportunity to escape from the barbarian generals and rush out of the Black Smoke Tribe's fortress. However, she did not relax at all. Instead, she fled with all her might.
Behind her, dozens of Nirvana Tribulation Realm warriors chased frantically.
The one who broke through the air the fastest was a Remnant of the Dark Nation in a black robe.
Third Nirvana Tribulation.
Feng Zhilin was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Once the black-clothed priest arrived, she almost had no chance to resist.
Everyone in the Dragon Dance Palace felt that it was a pity. Because of the plan made by the Great Emperor Zhenwu, the True Martial Emperor Palace would lose another genius.
Soon, the charming and indifferent woman was about to be engulfed by the darkness that was charging towards her.
Unlike Long Chen, Feng Zhilin basically had no chance of survival if she was caught.
… …
She was in her third year this year. Her next task was to keep up with updates, prepare for the new book after the Dragon Blood was completed, and most importantly, take the postgraduate entrance exam.