In the Xuanxiao Sect's miscellaneous room, Xiao Que was kicked to the ground by the third elder.
"Does a bastard who is destined to commit the crime of God deserve to learn how to practice qi?" The leather boots ran over the joints on the back of his hand, causing his eyes to turn red in pain.
But when he touched the book with a cold bronze glow in his arms, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth——
"The Third Elder's Sutra Pavilion is about to be destroyed by fire."
Before he finished speaking, red flames suddenly shot up in the direction of the third elder's private residence!
The centuries-old treasures turned into ashes, and when he rushed out with his head burned to a pulp, he saw Xiao Que slowly flipping through the book of disasters.
"Three Peaks of Fire Tribulation·Mortal level has been collected, strength +5, spiritual consciousness +3." The young man's fingertips ran across the pages of the book, "Next time, do you think it will be a flash flood or an earthquake?"
