Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

More than three hundred amplified flame bombs attacked Nanjue Temple in an overwhelming manner. The coverage of the flame bombs was very wide. More than three hundred flame bombs were evenly distributed above Nanjue Temple, covering all the territory of Nanjue Temple.

Along with the brilliant vision above, the fire bombs fell down with a loud bang, and were about to hit the temples of Nanjue Temple hard.

At this moment, a roar of extreme anger came from the magnificent hall in the center of Nanjue Temple:

"Everyone, retreat to me!"

The one who roared was the hypocritical monk. He was standing in front of the magnificent hall in the center, gathering everyone here.

With such a large range of fire bombs in the sky, it is impossible to preserve the entire Nannanjue Temple, but because the range is too large, the destructive power of the more than 300 fire bombs is diluted everywhere.

In this case, the best strategy is to gather everyone together for centralized defense.

At this time, behind the hypocritical monk, there stood eighteen monks, including three abbots who loved wine and meat, and fifteen monks, forming the Eighteen Arhats formation.

The Eighteen Arhats shouted together in the rhythm of the hypocritical monk. The aura between each of them surged and secretly connected with each other. Suddenly, black air rolled in the area.

Standing in the center of the Eighteen Arhats were the three abbots of wine and meat. They joined forces and struck out their palms toward the sky.

The black palm print was as big as a chopping board and flew straight towards the flaming bomb in the sky.

boom!

With a loud bang, the black palm print disappeared, and at the same time, the fire bomb that was hitting him directly was shattered in the air.

Bang bang bang!

The Eighteen Arhats formed a second, third, and fourth palm strike in succession. Each palm strike was more powerful than the previous one. More and more fire bombs were shattered in succession. It was no longer the case that the fire bombs would dissipate after only consuming one.

Bang bang bang bang!

By the tenth strike, all the fire bombs that were falling around this magnificent palace were intercepted!

"call!"

Some monks in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, their worthless lives were finally saved!

"Fight back!"

The hypocritical monk narrowed his eyes, revealing endless murderous intent. This bastard dared to destroy his temple, he would tear him into pieces!

After receiving the order, the Eighteen Arhats pointed their palm prints at Qin Yangming and the other two on the hillside outside the temple gate. A black palm print that was sharper and bigger than the previous one whizzed towards Qin Yangming and the other two!

The eleventh palm!

On the hillside, Mo Ying immediately warned:

"coming!"

Qin Yangming had already prepared a countermeasure. He stretched out his hand casually and a golden talisman appeared from the void, ignited on its own, and flames rose, reflecting Qin Yangming's cold eyes.

"go with!"

Qin Yangming shouted loudly, and the talisman burned to ashes. Sparks shot straight into the sky and communicated with the gods. Suddenly, a hemispherical golden light covered Qin Yangming and the other two.

The palm print came whizzing, and after a brief contact with the golden light shield, the golden light shield shattered like a soap bubble.

In front of the magnificent central hall of Nanjue Temple, the hypocritical monk couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when he saw this scene.

Humph! What a fragile defense! The huge palm shadow covered with black energy seemed to be a little weaker after breaking through the golden light shield. I wonder how you can survive now!

On the hillside, Qin Yangming was not at all panicked when he saw the situation. He certainly did not expect that a golden talisman could completely resist the Eighteen Arhats Formation formed by eighteen Sequencers.

The reason why he did this was because he wanted to test the power of the black palm print in order to calculate how many golden light talismans were needed to just block this attack.

Qin Yangming's consistent style is to be frugal, use in a planned way, and not waste a single talisman.

Qin Yangming quickly stretched out his hand and wiped it in the air again. This time, five golden talismans appeared in front of him and burned rapidly together.

"There is golden light covering my body!!!"

As he shouted, a golden circle that was five times more solid than before rose from the ground and enveloped Qin Yangming and the other two.

"boom!!!"

The black palm print hit the golden shield fiercely. The powerful impact splashed up billowing smoke and dust, blocking the sight of everyone in Nanjue Temple.

"He should be dead now!"

"That's right. Our Eighteen Arhats formation is so powerful. How can a mere Level 7 fortune teller like him block it?"

While everyone in Nanjue Temple was talking, the billowing smoke and dust on the hillside in front of the temple gradually dissipated, and the figures of Qin Yangming and the other two appeared in the eyes of the monks again.

"How could it be?! It's actually... intact?!"

"It doesn't matter, we will perform the twelfth palm strike now, it will be more powerful!"

Immediately, a black palm print that was even more powerful than before was sent out by the Eighteen Arhats Formation. At this time, the palm print had expanded to the size of a millstone.

On the hillside, Mo Ying immediately called the police:

"Here it comes again, with greater power!"

Qin Yangming was not in a hurry. This time he threw out seven golden talismans at once!

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, stirring up a cloud of dust. When the dust settled, Qin Yangming and the other two were still unharmed.

The people in Nanjue Temple hurriedly said in panic:

"How can it be!"

"Hit again! Hit again!"

The twelfth palm, a black palm print as big as a doorway was fired violently!

On the hillside, Qin Yangming threw out nine golden talismans!

boom!

The twelfth palm was blocked by Qin Yangming again!

It seems like we can stop the enemy with soldiers and cover the water with earth!

On the hillside, Qin Yangming narrowed his eyes, looked at the already somewhat panicked people of Nanjue Temple, and said to Jingxing in a deep voice:

"Counterattack! The third step of the plan!"

After Jing Xing heard this, he immediately stretched out his fingers excitedly and drew something in the air, saying in a rhythmic manner:

"Have you not seen the winter moon thunder, hidden deep underground, silent as cold ashes!"

In an instant, thunder rumbled and the sky darkened, as if there was a divine punishment from heaven, and people were filled with panic!

Qin Yangming turned from defense to offense and took out fifty Five Thunder Talismans at once. The densely packed talisman papers burned and circled around him, like birds transformed from flames!

Qin Yangming pointed his sword directly at Nanjue Temple and shouted angrily:

"fall!!"

Suddenly, with the blessing of Jingxing's order, countless dense lightning points fell from above the densely distributed monks in Nanjue Temple!

This was the third step of Qin Yangming’s plan. He had used so many fire bomb talismans at one time in order to force these monks into one place, and then use talismans such as the Five Thunder Talisman which had strong single-target damage to carry out concentrated fire attacks!

Crackling!

After Qin Yangming used fifty Five Thunder Talismans, he and Mo Ying and Jing Xing started to go down the mountain to transfer!

Everyone in Nanjue Temple looked at the devastating thunder in the sky and was so frightened that their souls were scared to death.

"What is this? Quick, make a palm print!!!"

The Eighteen Arhats immediately began to send out black palm prints into the air one after another without sparing any effort, in order to resist those terrifying lightning points.

The twelfth palm, the thirteenth palm, the fourteenth palm... the seventeenth palm!

The black palm prints grew bigger and bigger, rising into the sky, meeting the thunders above!

By the time the fifty Five Thunder Talismans had finished taking effect, the magnificent hall of Nanjue Temple was already charred and devastated!

However, the size of the black palm print was limited and it was impossible to protect everyone. At this time, within the 50-meter radius of the Eighteen Arhats, countless monks' charred bodies had fallen.

At this time, including the monks who were accurately killed by Qin Yangming with the fire bomb talisman, only three out of ten people were still alive in Nanjue Temple. At this time, they were all within a radius of 50 meters within the Eighteen Arhats Formation, and they were all terrified.

Is this the extraordinary power used by a fortune teller at level seven? ! ! !