Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 107 Cruel devouring
After the green poisonous mist gradually disappeared, the scene in the secret room was revealed.

Many dignitaries outside the secret room opened their mouths so wide that they could stuff a ripe red apple, and they were shocked by this scene.

"How is it possible? How could the old poison be dead?" Some people couldn't believe that this Gu refining master from the southeast region would die here.

"There was too much poisonous fog just now, otherwise we would know what happened." Some people regretted that they missed a shocking battle.

Ma Jiawei, who was originally proud, snorted coldly when he saw this scene: "It's just the Zheng family warriors protecting him. Without the Zheng family warriors, the child you brought is enough to die."

"As long as you meet Granny Yinhua, even if you are a martial artist from the Zheng family, you have to obediently accept your fate."

Shi Potian didn't care about Ma Jiawei's ridicule at all, he laughed and said: "If you have the ability, your Yinhua mother-in-law can defeat him."

He is inexplicably confident now, and feels that even if Zheng Fan meets Granny Yinhua, there is a possibility of a fight.

After all, luck is also a kind of strength.

Lan Youming yelled excitedly. He didn't expect Zheng Fan to create miracles repeatedly, so today's Longmen Order will definitely belong to Zheng Fan.

All this made his mind no longer aching and fainting like before.

Lan Xin closed her eyes, listened to what everyone was talking about, knew that Zheng Fan was not dead, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and continued to pray for Zheng Fan.

After Zheng Fan dealt with the old poison, he took Chen Ying and walked slowly towards the Longmen Order.

His spiritual sense could clearly sense that there were two other people in the secret room besides Zheng Fan and Chen Ying.

Behind Zheng Fan, there was a man with strange movements and a sinister and cold aura exuding from his body.

The other one was at the position of Longmen Order, and his breath was as hot as magma.

Zheng Fan sensed the existence of these two people, and didn't pay much attention to them, just like a normal person notices the ants at their feet, and doesn't take a second look at them, and just steps on them.

With slow steps, he and Chen Ying arrived outside the room where Longmen Ling was.

The whole body of this room is made of granite, without any door shape, nor any switch-like settings.

But the Longmen Order was indeed placed here.

Zheng Fan glanced at the thick granite, and his divine sense commanded Chen Ying, who was refined into a puppet behind her, to show her to use attack methods to break the granite in front of her.

Chen Ying received Zheng Fan's order, and the energy in her body circulated to the palm of her hand, and she punched the granite.

bang.

Under Chen Ying's punch, the solid granite cracked like tofu, revealing a space of one meter inside.

A middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a pair of white shorts and afro hair, stared at Zheng Fan and Chen Ying indifferently.

Outside the auditorium, everyone saw that there was a master in the room where Longmen Ling was.

They discussed one after another, "What's going on? Why are there still people in the secret room?"

"Mr. Chen, what are you going to do?" Someone had a bad temper and looked at Chen Xin sitting on the high seat, dissatisfied.

Chen Xin heard the people discussing in the audience, and said coldly: "This is the territory of the emperor, I will send one more warrior in, is there anything wrong?"

After he said this, he said indifferently: "Anyone who is not convinced, stand up and let me see how unconvinced you are."

After Chen Xin finished speaking, everyone present shut up.

Just kidding, how could they not know what Chen Xin was like.

Once Chen Xin is angered, he will never be able to eat and walk around, and may even die here.

They are all important people in the city, they cannot die easily, and they are happy to live.

Seeing the group of people quiet down, Chen Xin laughed and said, "Keep watching."

He was confident in his heart that the dark-skinned peak sorcerer in the secret room would definitely win.

A spellcaster at the peak of Taoism is equivalent to a martial arts master among warriors.

As long as you don't get close, your strength is stronger than that of a martial arts master, and it is even more difficult to deal with.

Because it is too difficult to cultivate and the requirements are very strict, the number is rare, and it is rare to meet one in decades.

Zheng Fan looked at the afro-haired man at the peak of Taoism in front of him, and said, "You are not from this country, are you?"

"Yes." The afro-haired man, when he spoke Long Shuo's language, his pronunciation was not standard, with a hint of joy.

Zheng Fan chuckled, "What did they give you to make you work so hard to come to Longshuo from your own country?"

The man with the afro said indifferently in Chinese, "Naturally, it is to become stronger."

During the conversation, the temperature in the secret room suddenly rose, and Zheng Fan and Chen Ying seemed to be in an oven.

Feeling the high temperature in the secret room, Zheng Fan laughed and said, "That's right, I didn't expect there to be someone on Earth who could reach your level."

He always thought that spiritual power was so thin on the earth that it would be very difficult for ordinary people to cultivate immortality.

I didn't expect this exploding head practitioner to be able to practice to such a degree.

It's a pity that even if this afro has cultivated to the innate level, it's useless. Compared with the experience in using spells and the number of spells he has mastered, he is no match for Zheng Fan at all.

Just as Zheng Fan and the man with the afro were preparing to fight, a cold laughter sounded from the secret room.

"I didn't expect the rest of the living people to be here." Granny Yinhua, who didn't have a single hair, had sharp fangs growing out of her mouth at this time, with bright red blood flowing from her eyes, her face was very frightening.

Behind him was a black ominous phantom, holding a sickle in his right hand and a long sword in his left, staring at Zheng Fan, Chen Ying, and the afro man with red eyes.

"Eat, eat you." Granny Yinhua's voice was very strange, like a magic voice from hell, she rushed towards the man with afro.

Although the afro-haired man is not a native of Longshuo, he also knows Granny Yinhua's tricks.

He had a serious expression, he never expected to meet someone from the Ghost Witch Cult here.

He cast spells with both hands very fast, one after another flames continuously bombarded towards Granny Yinhua.

However, Granny Yinhua's movements were weird, she couldn't catch any traces at all, and the fireball fell, and all of them were missed.

Seeing this, the afro-haired man waved his right hand vigorously, and a mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth.

Dozens of dazzling fireballs the size of an adult's fist emerged immediately behind him.

The moment the fireball appeared, it immediately killed Granny Yinhua with scorching heat and terrifying lethality.

Granny Yinhua looked at the moves of the man with the afro, and showed a ferocious smile, and said with a chuckle, "Delicious, powerful and delicious."

As soon as the words fell, Granny Yinhua's figure was extremely fast, leaving behind afterimages and dodging the attack of the fireball.

bang.

Of the dozens of fireballs, none of them hit Grandma Yinhua, and all of them fell on the floor, smashing the floor into a five or six meter deep pit.

The afro-haired man was already panicking at this moment, he even forgot to speak Longshuo language, but spoke his own language, "Damn, didn't they say they are all warriors, what kind of warrior is this old thing."

While talking, he ran towards the inside, shouting as he ran, "I surrender, I surrender, I dare not come to Longshuo again."

The man with the afro couldn't manipulate spells to attack Granny Yinhua, so it would be better to admit defeat as soon as possible than to be killed by Granny Yinhua.

Seeing this scene, Ma Jiawei laughed loudly, looked at Shi Potian, Lan Youming and the others and said, "Did you see that? This is the strength of Grandma Yinhua, so what if she is a spellcaster at the peak of Taoism? Admit defeat obediently."

"It's a pity that Granny Yinhua can't let this Thai man go. Anyone in the secret room will become her nourishment for ghosts and gods and will be devoured cruelly."

(End of this chapter)