Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 911 Maoshan Ziyuan Never Regrets (6)

It took a moment for his eyes to adapt before he could clearly see the situation in front of him.

Brawl.

All kinds of magic spells swarmed towards Zhao Yun and him.

Chaoyun's hair is one of her natal magic weapons, and her long black hair shuttles among the monks, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of one monk after another.

The green hairpin is in front of her, her eyes are wide open, she is chanting words, under the light of the firefly hairpin, she flickers on and off like a fierce ghost.

Mingyu frowned, thought for a moment, and then the spiritual power around his body reached its peak: "The universe is infinite, escape!"

Pointing two fingers to the sky, he did not break out of the coffin.

Everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw the coffin behind the demon girl suddenly soar into the air, emitting a dazzling blue light.

The coffin seemed to be alive. After leaving the witch's body, it suddenly changed from erect to horizontal, and chose the direction of the extreme north. It turned into a stream of light and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"what!!!"

The familiar spiritual power fluctuations made several people in the crowd couldn't help but exclaimed, and Zizhan, who had returned to the team after sending the message, grabbed Senior Brother Chen's arm and asked a little excitedly: "Senior Brother Chen, have you seen that clearly?" What does the person in the coffin look like? It’s true that he used my Wuji sect’s supreme skill "Wuji Daofa" just now, right?"

Brother Chen raised his brows and said in a low voice: "You read that right, go and report to the master, and come to support quickly!"

"But I've just delivered the letter?"

Zizhan was a little puzzled.

"Hurry up!!"

After Senior Brother Chen said this, he took the sword into the sky and galloped towards the direction where the crystal coffin left.

Because just now, when Chaoyun found out that the coffin had left her, she put away her hair and hairpins and chased after her frantically with scarlet eyes.

"stop!!!"

Her voice was shrill and shrill, like a night owl's long call, which made people's scalp numb just listening to it.

It was almost midnight, and the Soul-moving Grass in the Nether Lake Marsh was almost mature.

But for some reason, at this moment, almost all the monks were attracted by the coffin and Chaoyun flying away, some of them simply gave up the soul-moving grass and chased Chaoyun and the coffin.

The Netherland Marsh fell silent almost instantly.

Zizhan looked unwillingly at Senior Brother Chen, who was leaving Yujian, and resigned to his fate to send an urgent message amulet to the Zongmen.

At some point, the moon broke through the barrier of dark clouds and appeared in the sky.

The entire Mingtan Pond was shrouded in moonlight, and the soul-moving grass in the pond suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, a yellow light.

This light shot up into the sky, accompanied by a burst of strange aroma, instantly swept the taste buds of everyone present.

"Shifting Soul Grass" is mature, hurry up, go get it!

The monks who were sticking to the weeds were overjoyed and flocked towards the center of the Hades.

however--

Before everyone reached the center of the dark pool, a blue light flashed.

The next moment, a slender figure dressed in purple appeared next to the soul-moving grass.

Zizhan opened his eyes wide: "Xian, Uncle Xianzu???"

In the moonlight, the man's silver-white long hair hung loosely over his shoulders.

I saw his finger tap lightly on the soul-moving grass, and the grass rose up in response to the sound, and went straight into the delicate wooden box in the man's hand.

Then, the man looked back.

The gray-white pupils glanced at Zizhan's direction, and the cold pupils seemed to carry the starlight in the sky.

Zi Zhan was stunned!

This is the ancestor enshrined in the Zongmen Sacrifice Hall.

Supreme God Venerable, Purple Fate God Sovereign!
(End of this chapter)