Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 379 God's Little Turtle (83)

After the sound of the elder's flute, there were even fewer people left, and only 13 people were left barely standing.

Huanyue Shenjun asked what everyone present wanted to ask, and now they didn't see any luck in their eyes, and they all looked at Master Shang Hua and the Great Elder with resentment on their faces.

The sky suddenly became dark.

Suddenly, a large red cloud gathered in the sky.

A dark cloud as red as blood.

This blood red enveloped the entire altar, and everyone present turned into blood men.

"Zhika. Jie Jie Jie Jie"

There was a hoarse and sinister song of prey suddenly sounding like a broken gong.

"Heaven and earth are good fortune, and everything has a definite number. Against yin and yang, you will seize your luck."

The singing voice was very low at first, but as the red cloud became thicker, it gradually became louder.

Huanyue Shenjun frowned and looked at this scene, feeling a little worried in his heart.

Mr. Zi Yuan didn't pay attention to these things at all, his current thoughts were completely occupied by the sudden disappearance of the little turtle.

Somehow, he had a regretful and strange feeling.

He regretted that he didn't treat his cheap apprentice well. It was strange that since the little turtle took shape, he felt more and more that he seemed to recognize the wrong person.

perhaps--

The little turtle is the one who lost the memory of his previous life.

And Huanyue Shenjun——

Thinking of this, he looked at the man dressed in white not far away, like a white crane in the cloud or a goshawk in the sea.

His starry eyes are starry, his lips are red, his nose bridge is straight, and his facial features are first-class handsome and romantic.

Back then, everyone in the Upper Immortal Realm was fascinated by his flamboyant demeanor.

Right now, it seemed that he looked nothing like that person except for his appearance.

Yes.

When he was a young, pitiful and cruel little zombie.

That person was indifferent, rational, outrageously clever, and chillingly cunning.

But at the same time, he is a gentle person who can't help but break his heart.

Huanyue Shenjun is not him, so who is he?

For the first time, Lord Ziyuan felt a little doubt in his heart when he faced Huanyue Shenjun who was smiling at him not far away.

"Duotian Creation Formation has been activated!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt that their eyes were blood red, and the next moment, they were in this blood red.

There is a sweet fragrance in the air.

Countless iron claws suddenly appeared around the blood-red formation.

Shang Hua stared in horror at the iron claws shining with bloody silver light one by one under the altar, and respectfully saluted the man in green who appeared by his side at some time: "My lord, there are 13 people in total this time. Of the blood sacrificers, the one with the highest cultivation level is the man in purple with silver hair and gray eyes!"

He is officially Mr. Ziyuan.

The appearance of the man in green is very distinctive, he has a strange face, just looking at his face, you will know that he is not alone, because he has vertical pupils.

With the dark green eyeballs and the shiny green robe, the eyes radiate an unmechanized light when looking at people.

"Too little!"

Hearing Shang Hua's report, the man in green turned his head and stared at him, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"I've tried our best. In fact, there were quite a few people this time, but they all died on the Stairway to the Immortal. Next time, we will definitely bring more people here."

(End of this chapter)