God level travel in history

Chapter 120 Brother, You Are in Trouble
Everyone in the sanctuary turned pale when they heard Lei Ting's words, with a trace of anger in their eyes.

After a while, none of the five people in the sanctuary made a sound, they just stared coldly at the thunder above.

"Forget it, since none of you have spoken, let the game begin!"

Lei Ting sighed, his eyes first fell on Han Yang, and after a pause, he finally fixed his eyes on You Shang behind Han Yang.

Sensing Thunder's killing intent, You Shang's eyes revealed panic, and he immediately sent a low voice transmission to Han Yang.

"Holy Son, this old man is one step ahead!"

After finishing speaking, You Shang turned into a stream of light, pierced through the void, and fled to the distance.

Seeing this, Lei Ting let out a playful laugh, then glanced coldly at the direction You Shang was fleeing from, and slapped it out.

In an instant, the huge palm made of thunder and lightning reappeared again, firmly holding a void.

Then, only to see the huge palm slowly waving, shaking the void, You Shang's figure was revealed, his face was painful, and he coughed blood continuously.

"Honorable half-step, with your cultivation level, it is wishful thinking to want to escape!"

There was no emotion in Lei Ting's voice, only endless killing intent and banter.

As the voice fell, under everyone's attention, the huge palm holding You Shang suddenly clenched and turned into a fist.

Immediately following, apart from the crackling of thunder and lightning, there was only You Shang's miserable neighing.

In less than a moment, the miserable cry gradually weakened until it disappeared.

"God damn organization! You guys are really unscrupulous!"

Looking at the huge palm that was spread out not far away, Han Yang's pupils shrank, his fists were clenched, and he made a cold sound.

Catching a trace of killing intent in Han Yang's eyes, Yun Yi shook his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and shook his head weakly.

"Holy envoy, hold on!"

Seeing Yun Yi shaking his head, Han Yang suppressed the impulse in his heart again, and sent his vitality into Yun Yi's body with all his heart to heal him.

On the void carpet, the little devil stared wide-eyed, fixed his gaze on Lei Ting, and poked Xiao Feng beside him at the same time.

"Master, we have also participated in this game! Tell me later, who will be chosen among us!"

Hearing the demon spirit's question, Xiao Feng first shrugged his shoulders, then spread his hands, and deliberately fixed his eyes on Qin Tian.

Noticing Xiao Feng's eyes, Qin Tian shuddered all over, and hurriedly said: "Master, you old man will not allow others to bully your apprentice?"

"You said it yourself, leave the young one to us, and leave the old one to you! Right now, that person is obviously handed over to you!"

Seeing the twitching appearance of Qin Tian's mouth, Xiao Feng couldn't help grinning: "Don't worry! There is a teacher, this game is our turn, and we have to change the rules of the game!"

As soon as Xiao Feng finished speaking, the little devil's eyes lit up, leaned towards Xiao Feng's side, and said softly: "Master, after hearing what you said, that guy in the air is not your opponent!"

Hearing this, Xiao Feng rolled his eyes at the demon spirit, then pinched his delicate face, turned his head away, and remained silent.

"Junior Sister, don't try to test the depth of Master and his old man! Master's cultivation is as high as the sky, how many people in the entire Xuanhuang Continent will be his opponents?"

After Qin Tian raised his eyebrows at the demon spirit, he looked at Xiao Feng beside him, and said, "Master, what this disciple said is right!"

"Hmph, senior brother knows how to flatter horses!" The little demon snorted coldly and ignored Qin Tian.

An Miaoyi, who was on the side, stood quietly all the time, and occasionally a gust of wind would lift up the black veil on her face, revealing her incomparably beautiful face.

On the other side, after Lei Ting finished dealing with You Shang not far away, his gaze shifted slightly and landed on Han Li.

"It's your turn in the game. I wonder if you are the same as them, and you don't know the whereabouts of the colorful spiritual roots?"

As soon as the words fell, Lei Ting stretched out his right hand and swung it lightly. Not far away, the giant palm made of thunder and lightning moved directly above Han Li's head.

Glancing at the giant palm directly above his head, Han Li's face turned red, his pupils kept shrinking, and he could feel the terrifying energy in that giant palm.

Even Yun Yi, who was at the second rank of the Holy Master, couldn't resist it, let alone his mid-term cultivation of the Holy Emperor. A face-to-face meeting could wipe him out.

"The colorful spiritual root was indeed photographed by us, but on the way to the city lord's mansion, it disappeared for some reason!"

Han Li took a step back, removed the blood mark from the interspatial ring, and threw it directly to Thunder above.

After receiving the interspatial ring, a ray of Lei Ting's consciousness penetrated, and after a while, his brows were slightly frowned.

"I don't care who took this seven-colored spiritual root, or who took it away. Since you can't get it out, let the game begin!"

However, just as the giant palm above Han Li was about to move, Han Han Feng hurriedly stepped forward and made a sound.

"Your Excellency, although we don't have any colorful spiritual roots right now, we can give you clues to help you find it!"

From the very beginning, he learned from Ah Si that the colorful spirit root had been robbed.

But he was scheming, and he didn't tell the matter immediately, he didn't want others to find the person who took away the seven-color spiritual root.

But at the moment, the other party directly decided Han Li's life and death, so he had no choice but to stand up.

Sure enough, upon hearing Han Feng's words, Lei Ting's eyes revealed a hint of joy and anticipation.

"The deity's time is limited, if you have something to say quickly, if you can really provide us with effective clues and find the colorful spiritual root for us, the game will be over!"

As soon as the words with a hint of encouragement fell, Lei Ting suddenly changed his tone, his eyes narrowed, and his voice became cold again.

"If you still can't find the seven-colored spiritual root, this deity will speed up the pace of the game! Every round, not one person will die!"

Hearing this, Han Hanfeng was stunned for a moment, and after he regained his composure, he hurriedly said: "There are some guards in my house. I have seen the person who took away the seven-colored spiritual root. I will bring them here now!"

After finishing speaking, Han Hanfeng respectfully cupped his hands towards Lei Ting above, and then turned into a long rainbow and flew towards the City Lord's Mansion.

On the void carpet, Xiao Feng and his disciples had different expressions when they heard Han Hanfeng's words.

"Master, you said that the few people he will bring here will not be the four people who were knocked out by me before!"

Qin Tian's face was bitter, and he pointed to the direction where Han Feng was going away, grunted and swallowed.

Before Xiao Feng could speak, the little demon sticking out his tongue towards Qin Tian, ​​at the same time showing a gloating expression, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you have trouble coming!"

After glancing at the little devil, Qin Tian shook his fist at him, and his eyes fell on Xiao Feng again.

(End of this chapter)