Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 376 God's Little Turtle (80)

"How about the real person giving you this honor?"

The Qingdeng Sanren sneered, flicked his right index finger towards the wick of the Qingdeng in his hand, and the flames took advantage of the momentum and flew towards the Great Elder.

The Great Elder watched the flames slowly drifting towards him, and slowly got up from the ground.

The anti-fanatic expression on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an unreserved expression of contempt at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Junior Brother Shanghua, report to the Venerable, let's start!"

These people this time don't know good from bad.

The Great Elder has experienced such things several times in the past few years. Those powerful people who are usually high above and upside down, when they knew that they were about to sacrifice, they cried bitterly and knelt at their feet begging to let them go.

But this time——

He frowned, and looked at the few people who took the lead in provoking trouble.

Lord Ziyuan, Lord Huanyue, and Qingdeng Sanren.

Thinking of trying to make an example to others, he put away the contempt on his face, and put on a smile again.

"Junior Zi Yuan and his brother were able to pass the Immortal Staircase without any damage. Zhou felt nervous in admiration. He wanted to learn some lessons, so I ask the two junior brothers for advice!"

He was talking on his own, before waiting for Zi Yuanjun and the two to respond, he took the lead in taking action.

Zi Yuanjun's figure had already appeared in front of his eyes.

As early as when he asked where Mingyu was, he had already rushed to the altar.

It's just that there is an unknown barrier between them and the Great Elder. His nails are sharp enough to scratch through everything, but they can't break through the barrier in front of them.

Across the barrier, his gray-white eyes were full of indifference. After hearing the great elder's words, his eyes glanced at him, looking at him as if he were looking at a dead person.

I saw the Great Elder grabbing towards the void, and a hole flute appeared in his hand.

He raised the hole flute and handed it to his mouth, and the obscure sound of the flute seemed to come from the vicissitudes of ancient times and echoed on the altar in an instant.

Wordless sadness accompanied by a cold breath enveloped the entire altar in an instant.

The voice was like weeping and complaining, floating in the air with three parts of sadness, three parts of resentment, three parts of murderous intent and part of weirdness.

The dense fog on the Ascending Immortal Stairway seems to be much heavier.

On the round altar, all the mighty men who were all waiting solemnly felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

This voice—

It sounds very pleasant at first, but after a long time, the energy and blood will surge, and people can't help feeling impetuous and floating.

The red-clothed Taoist standing on the left side of Qingdeng Sanren took the lead.

Qingdeng Sanren vigilantly guarded the Lingtai to shield his five senses when the sound of the flute sounded, so he did not receive the intrusion of the sound of the flute.

I don't know what kind of thing the barrier is made of, just like Zi Yuanjun's nails, his lamp flame failed to break through the barrier to teach the Great Elder Tong Shanghua a lesson, at this moment it has turned back to his side, returned bit.

Seeing the people around him going crazy, Qingdeng Sanren hurriedly moved away from him a few steps, and at the same time, he approached Zi Yuanjun calmly.

Here, from just now, it seems that this silver-haired man has the highest cultivation level, and Qingdeng Sanren is a smart person, so naturally he wants to find the same strong man.

The Taoist in red suddenly yelled at the sky, and then she pulled out the red silk wrapped around her waist and began to attack her surroundings frantically.

"Go away! Go away! Go away!!!"

She kept roaring, her eyes were protruding and red, as if she had gone mad.

(End of this chapter)