The manual of saving male god of fast crossing system

Chapter 105 The Pure God VS The Cute Little Demon 17
In an instant, the square was turbulent, and a shocking scene appeared.

The spirit stone, which should have been calm, erupted with intense light, getting brighter and brighter, and the bright surrounding scenery almost became a ghost image.

"Ah..." The disciple holding the spirit stone screamed, his hands were trembling and he couldn't hold the spirit stone.

The spirit stone trembled violently, turned into powder in an instant, and was blown away by the wind.

The faces of all the disciples showed expressions of horror that could almost be called, and they looked at each other with pale faces.

Wanwan squinted her eyes slightly. After all, it was a worldly thing, unable to withstand a tenth of her strength.

"I want to go up the mountain." Wanwan dipped in ink and wrote a few big crooked characters on the table.

"Senior brother..." The disciple who registered his name with a pen raised his eyes to look at the senior brother in charge, expecting him to come up with an idea.

The master disciple's face was serious, and he pursed his lips, feeling very embarrassed.

Everyone peeped at each other, this is the elder brother's spiritual pet, what should I do!
A crane sounded from the side, which woke up the head disciple. He raised his eyes and glanced at the crane combing its feathers, his eyes flashed brightly. The sky of Misty Sect might be changing. That little master uncle probably... …

In the end, the disciple in charge said, "Junior Brother, register your name."

The disciple holding the pen heaved a sigh of relief. Since the senior brother has spoken, the senior brother will bear all the responsibilities. He picked up the brush and wanted to write the word "Xiao Zi".

Wanwan originally wanted to jump off the table, but after a second thought, she returned to the disciple who was about to register.

"Xiao...Xiao Zi?" The slightly handsome disciple looked at her inexplicably.

A chill flashed across Wanwan's lavender face, and she wrote four words on the table again - Tu Shan Wanwan!
Since she was going to be his apprentice, Xiao Zi's random name was of course not worthy of him. She wanted to use Tu Shan Wanwan's name in a dignified manner to take back everything that belonged to her.

The disciple was stunned for a moment. Why does this surname... seem familiar?

Seeing that he hadn't written yet, Wan Wan tapped her paw on the table to signal him to hurry up.

Only then did the registered disciple quickly write down the words Tu Shan Wanwan on the white paper. The words on the white paper seemed to be endowed with divine power, vivid and exuding a dignified aura.

Wan Wan squinted her purple eyes in satisfaction, turned around and jumped off the table, and resolutely walked towards the ladder.

Climb the fairy ladder!
The crane also soared into the sky, hovering in the clouds, looking at the little fox from time to time.

As soon as Wanwan reached the mountain ladder, she felt a powerful force pressing towards her through the void. The heavy breath made it difficult for her to get close to the sky ladder.

Sure enough, this ladder suppressed the little demon even more powerfully.

On the ladder all the way to Misty Sovereign Peak, there are faint heads in twos and threes, more or less, people walking together or walking alone are struggling to climb up.

The Misty Sect is the largest sect in cultivating immortals. Thousands of years ago, there were several ancestors who successfully crossed the catastrophe, not to mention there is a monstrous and perverted little master uncle in Wufeng, so there is an endless stream of new disciples recruited every year.

Wanwan climbed up step by step with difficulty, the hair on her body clinging tightly, and she was already sweating.

Every step is very difficult, and it is also the tempering of the mind of those who practice immortality and Taoism. Only those who persist can go to the end.

But at this moment beside the lake in Wufeng, under the peach blossom tree, the man caressed the strings of the zither, but his faint eyes lingered on the image in the void, staring at the small figure without moving away for a moment.

(End of this chapter)