This situation is very strange. At this moment, both the heads of the nine major sects and the ancestors of Huajie in Wushuang City all stopped their escape, divided into two sides according to their respective camps, and surrounded Lin Yueque.

stand up.

"Palace Master Lin, you are from my Wushuang City. Since you have obtained the Tianji Box, why don't you come over quickly?" Wu Ci asked in a deep voice while observing his reaction.

"Me? Wushuang City?"

Lin Yueque glanced at him, as if he wanted to laugh, but before he could laugh out loud, his face suddenly turned pale.

Big beads of sweat fell from the man's forehead, and the look on his face was extremely distorted. The whole person was hunched over and his hands were clasped into a ball. He looked extremely painful.

When the others saw his appearance, they were a little confused for a moment. They did not immediately step forward to snatch it, but just watched from the sidelines.

After a while, Lin Yueque's clothes were gradually bulging up behind him, and they were twisting and squirming under his clothes, as if something was about to rush out from behind.

Lin Yueque's originally handsome face had now become distorted and hideous.

"ah!"

Suddenly hearing a painful cry, Lin Yueque's clothes behind his back were torn apart, revealing what was inside, which turned out to be blood-red tentacles as thick as an arm!

"What it is!"

Whether it was the heads of the nine major sects or the ancestors of Huajie in Wushuang City, after seeing these tentacles, the corners of their eyes twitched for no reason, and a great sense of crisis arose in their hearts.

They were both cultivators in the Tribulation Realm. They already had heavenly and human telepathy and would not give out warning signs for no reason. At this moment, they looked at each other and saw a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Fellow Taoists, there is definitely something wrong with this person! I will take action quickly, otherwise things will change if it is too late!"

Among the crowd, Shangguan Qianye shouted loudly.

He had just been attacked by Lin Yueque's palm and almost suffered a big loss. He had already been filled with anger. Now when he saw those weird tentacles again, his anger was mixed with panic.

"Strike first is the strongest!"

Other monks from the nine major sects also had the same idea. Jin Guangxian took the Golden Doulan Dragon Spear, the ghost-faced layman released the true body of the evil ghost, Long Feiyu transformed into hundreds of feathers, and Shangguan Qianye also urged Dutian Shenhuo to fly into the sky.

Burn away.

In the mid-air, the strong wind howled, the thunder exploded, all kinds of magical powers, all kinds of divine lights, all rushed towards Lin Yueque.

Rumble!

Circles of light spread, with Lin Yueque as the center, surrounded by fire and water, wind and thunder, and even the void was shattered!
Chapter completed!