"Damn, this holy beast's butt is going to be broken into eight pieces..."
Little Phoenix couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Ye Qingli said coldly.
"Now, what you have to think about is not your ass."
"It's a question of whether we still have a chance to leave."
At this time, the surrounding situation suddenly changed!
A piece of blood mist rolled wildly along the surroundings!
And in this mist, there are strips of bloody vines.
Like a spiritual snake, it dances desperately.
He kept rushing towards Ye Qingli.
"Damn, what the hell is this!"
Little Phoenix screamed in fright.
Ye Qingli slashed away with his sword.
"Hiss——"
A puff of green smoke suddenly rose from the sword.
It was like sulfuric acid poured on the edge of a sword.
But the sky above Tianzhu suddenly became dim and dull.
"Damn, it's actually the Flower of Death!"
Little Phoenix cursed quickly.
"This is a poisonous flower that grows in a cold and dark place!"
"Can form very tough and powerful vines."
"Its characteristic is - to destroy everything!"
"Every creature they encounter around them will be completely destroyed."
"It is said that wherever the flower of death grows, no grass will grow!"
"This is something that can only be found in the demon world."
"How could such a terrible thing appear here?"
“Even if it’s the Guardian Crimson Pearl Grass, it’s impossible for the Flower of Death to appear, right?”
Ye Qingli raised his head and looked at the sky.
The fragment was still floating quietly at this time.
Complex and chaotic patterns caught her eye.
There was a mysterious and strange atmosphere in the sky.
"Maybe it's because of it."
Just when Ye Qingli was at a loss what to do.
Xuan Qing was originally sitting in the quiet room with all the masters.
Suddenly stood up hurriedly.
Then, without saying a word, he walked out of the door.
After he came out, a waiter in mysterious clothes came close to his ear and said a few words quickly.
Then, Xuan Qing's expression suddenly changed.
He rushed out of the door quickly.
He used his best speed.
Came directly to the Tower of Babel.
The steps kept coming to the top.
It's still that void.
Xuan Qing bowed forward respectfully.
Then, that majestic voice sounded again.
"Why do you want to see me?"
"The holy stone seems to have been touched."
Xuan Qing said tremblingly.
"What?"
The voice suddenly became furious.
"I entrust you with one of the Twelve Sacred Stones. How much trust does this show?"
"I hope you can nourish the sacred stone well. Why is it being touched by others?"
"This subordinate is guilty!"
Xuan Qing fell to his knees.
"Find out the problem immediately and make sure nothing happens to the sacred stone."
The man said gloomily.
"Only when the energy of the Twelve Holy Stones is completely nourished can we rebuild the pagoda."
"If the holy stone is in your hands and has any damage."
"Then, just raise your head and come to see me!"
"My subordinate understands!"
Xuan Qingcheng knelt down in fear.
After a long time, he raised his head.
A sinister look flashed across his eyes quickly.
"I originally wanted to keep some of the disciples in the secret realm."
"Now it seems that there is no need for this..."
He seemed to have made a very difficult decision.
Then, he slowly walked down the tower.
After arriving outside the tower.
He waved his hand and summoned a waiter.
"Send the order for Miaofa to come see me."
