Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 382 God's Little Turtle (86)

The giant snake fell on the edge of the altar and smashed a deep hole in the circular altar.

Blood fog filled the air.

The green-clothed snake demon regained its human form in embarrassment, clutching its chest and spurting a mouthful of blood.

"Ji Jie Jie Jie!!!"

Scalp-numbing laughter came from everyone's ears.

"Lu Ying, I told you that Ziyuan Shenjun is very good, but you don't believe it, and now you are suffering! Jie Jie Jie Jie!!"

The voice came from above the altar, with a hint of inexplicable yin and yang.

Huanyue Shenjun who was standing not far from Ziyuan Shenjun heard the words, and slowly raised his eyes to look at the source of the voice.

The next moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Standing above the altar, clearly separated from the Great Elder and Daoist Shang Hua, is a humanoid bat hanging upside down, with its head down, its eyes small and its ears pointed, and it is facing the seriously injured green snake. The demon showed contempt.

"Smelly bat, you can bear it!"

When the green-clothed snake demon heard the words, a trace of resentment flashed across the strange ground.

"Zhizhi. Jie Jie!!!"

Hearing the words, the bat demon uttered a cry that was both like a mouse and a night owl, contradictory and weird.

The next moment, Mr. Resource noticed a shadow above his head.

The Duotian Creation Formation is still working tirelessly. If the people in the formation don't die for a day, the formation will continue to be alive.

The bat demon knew very well that Mr. Ziyuan was great, so he didn't dare to resist directly. With the convenience of a pair of wings, he hovered upside down above Mr. Ziyuan.

The blood cloud in the sky became more intense.

His dark wings waved forcefully: "I'll come too!"

He was chanting words, and within a short while, countless fireballs spewed out from his mouth, sweeping towards Mr. Ziyuan.

They always remember that Zi Yuanjun's predecessor was a Yin thing, which was afraid of fire, but they forgot that Zi Yuan Jun had already cultivated into the golden body of a true god, not afraid of water and fire, immortal!
The fireball struck with overwhelming momentum, his expression remained unchanged, he slowly raised his right hand, and circulated his spiritual power to meet him.

"Float~~~"

Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled.

The moment Ziyuan-jun who was facing the fireball heard these two words, his pupils constricted violently.

who is it?

"Flute?!!"

A slightly excited voice came to his ears again, and Mr. Zi Yuan couldn't help turning his head to look at the owner of the voice.

The speaker is not far from him.

Dressed in white clothes, with star-like eyes, the character is romantic.

"Ayu!"

Zi Yuanjun's mind was agitated, and he felt that his three souls and seven souls were about to leave his body.

The countless fireballs hit him without hesitation, but he seemed to be in no pain, staring at the man across from him.

"Ayu, do you remember?"

He brushed off the mess on his body, and walked firmly in the direction of Huanyue Shenjun step by step.

The blood-red formation is endless, and the blood mist is filled inside.

A cyan flame mixed with a fireball from the Bat Demon came towards him.

But he couldn't even see it.

The doubts and uncertainties that had been pressing on my heart all this time disappeared without a trace at this moment.

In his world, apart from the jade-faced gentleman in white clothes and snow in front of him, there is nothing else to see.

A sweet and frightening fragrance quietly penetrated into his nostrils, the figure in front of him swayed, and Shengxue's white clothes also swayed several times.

Fluctlight was his name.

(End of this chapter)