As the sound rang out, the ground immediately trembled, and the gravel on the cliff continued to roll down, like an earthquake.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly looked back and saw that where Yue Qianqiu was, it was already covered with thick smoke, covered with flames and splashing gravel, and the scene looked extremely terrifying.

"Mr. Yue!" Seeing this scene, Ian Glenn could no longer help, and hurriedly let out a roar, then prepared to come forward to investigate the situation.

But just as he took a step, a powerful wave of aura suddenly swept over.

In an instant, sand and stones were flying, and the wind was howling. The already loose stones on the cliff even hit Ian Glenn and others.

Seeing this, Park Kuihan hurriedly grabbed the stunned Lee Yunhui and continued to retreat. With the help of Hiro Yakishita, Mitsui Gen quickly retreated a hundred meters away. As for Rajiv, he had already hid in the distance.

Only Sharma and Ian Glenn were still standing there, but what was surprising was that the gravel was about to hit Ian Glenn, and it suddenly turned into shatter.

Faced with this situation, Ian Glenn was very calm. He stared deeply at the mess in the distance, his eyes full of anger.

It was not until a moment later that he turned to look at Sharma and blamed in a deep voice: "Master Sharma, why don't you save Mr. Yue?"

"Mr. Ian, I'm really embarrassed. I didn't expect that Mr. Yue would be so vulnerable." Sharma smirked and shook his head.

"Haha, how could you, a master of Yin Kingdom, not think of this?" Ian Glenn snorted.

Sharma was not angry when she heard this, but just smiled and said, "Mr. Ian, Mr. Yue died at the hands of the golden crow bird. Do you think it is a bad thing?"

"What about that?" Ian Glenn asked back.ъìＱυＧΕtV.℃ǒΜ

"I think it's a good thing. Once he dies like this, you and I will lose one competitor." Sharma said with a smile.

As he spoke, he savored: "In this way, our two families can share the spiritual potions equally. Why isn't it a good thing?"

"Equal?" Ian Glenn frowned slightly. He first glanced back at Park Kuihan and Yagishi Hiroshita, and then suddenly thought of something, and quickly turned to look at Sharma.

"The treasures of heaven and earth are rare in the world. Only those with virtue can possess them. They are not worthy of them." Sharma said lightly.

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about something very common, but it was so horrible to Ian Glenn's ears.

After decades of surviving the business world, he considered himself vicious, but compared with Sharma, he was really ashamed of himself.

"Mr. Ian, what should I do next? Even Mr. Yue can't do anything to the golden crow bird. I'm afraid it's up to our strength..." At this moment, Park Kuihan and others rushed over.

Looking at the huge deep pit that suddenly appeared on the ground in the distance, Mitsui Yuan couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice.

Without waiting for Ian Glenn to respond, Sharma chuckled and said disdainfully: "It's just a golden crow bird, don't worry, let me solve it."

"You..." Park Kyuhan glanced at Sharma with some doubt.

Although the other party is a famous black witchcraft powerhouse in Southeast Asia, his strength is as good as Yue Qianqiu. Now even Yue Qianqiu is dead at the hands of the golden crow, he doesn't think the other party can have this strength.

Sharma didn't explain much, but just sneered, then grabbed it casually, and saw a white recorder appearing in his hands.

As soon as the recorder appeared, everyone felt that the air around them seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant, and a gloomy breath enveloped everyone's heads.

They only felt a numbness in their scalp and a chill on their spine, as if they were in an ice cellar.

"Bone Witch Flute!" At this moment, Yagi Shimo Hiroshita's face suddenly changed, and he murmured softly.

When everyone heard his words, they all looked over, all with questions on their faces. Even Park Kyu-han, who was knowledgeable, was curious.

Obviously, they are very unfamiliar with the name White Bone Witch Die.

Hiroshita Yagi did not explain directly, but glanced Sharma with great fear. Seeing that the other party did not mean to blame, he lowered his voice and introduced: "It is said that the white bone witch flute was a holy object of the Black Witch Cult in the Middle Ages. It was made into a shape with the leg bones of the first great wizard in the ancient battlefield after seventy years of tempering."

"Seventy years are the only way to build it into shape, what after?" Mitsui Gen keenly captured the meaning in Yakishita's words.

Yagi Shimo Hiroshita touched his chin and replied in a deep voice: "There will be no more than 500 years from now until the fifteenth century, the white bone witch flute was enshrined in the Black Witch Tower, the headquarters of the Black Witch Cult, and there will be daily sacrifices for living people."

"There are living people sacrifices every day, so those five hundred years aren't it..." While calculating this number, Mitsui Gen couldn't help but take a breath.

As for Rajiv and Li Yunhui, they were so shocked that they could not speak, just staring blankly at Sharma in the distance.

They understood why the white recorder felt a gloomy feeling as soon as it was taken out. It was so normal that such a fierce thing could have such an effect.

"It's worthy of being Nozawakawa's junior brother, and he's quite a bit of knowledge." Just as everyone was in deep shock, Sharma suddenly turned around and glanced at Hiroshita Yagi.

Upon hearing this, Yakishita Hiroshita was stunned for a moment and quickly said respectfully: "Thank you for your praise, I am just a little bit."

Sharma did not pay attention to Hiro Yakishita anymore. It seemed that for him, the other party was only qualified to let him say this.

After a moment of pause, he once again set his eyes on the bone witch flute.

I saw him throw it casually, and the recorder actually floated in the air. Then he began to mutter something in his mouth, and some strange magic tricks were pinching his hands.

Soon, there were shrill sounds in the recorder.

The sound was as if it came from hell. The people who heard it had a numb scalp and fought each other, especially Ian Glenn, Mitsui Yuan, Li Yunhui and others. These ordinary people were even trembling all over, as if they were in the abyss. As for Rajiv, who had long been like a frightened bird, he collapsed on the ground.

However, Sharma still had no intention of stopping, and he recited the mantra faster, as if he was chanting scriptures.

At this moment, he suddenly shouted lightly and saw five green light balls flying out of the recorder.

After the five green light balls flew out, it seemed as if the gates of hell were opened. In an instant, bursts of shrill and sharp sounds resounded throughout the world.

The sound was even more exciting than the music made by the recorder just now, so in a moment, Rajiv fainted on the spot. Ian Glenn, Mitsui Gentle and Lee Yunhui also had pale faces. Only Park Kyuhan and Yagi Hiroshita could barely support it, but their expressions became extremely poor.
Chapter completed!