Chapter 843

"Eh?" The wind glared at Zihou's feet without blinking, but for a long time, he didn't see any traces of gold words turning into rope binding after purple.

At present, the wind is very puzzled.

I don't know if it's the wind. Whether it's all the people on the altar, or the tens of thousands of adventurers under the altar, one by one, they are confused.

Why do other people fall on the altar will be bound, but purple queen is not?

Purple queen tried to walk a few steps, and found that she was agile and had no sense of being bound at all!

"Strange!" Purple queen herself also wondered.

Is it because of his good character?

Well, seeing that hundreds of people have been forced to be bound by the toil, but they have escaped a robbery, purple queen rarely so narcissistic thinking

However, the purple queen will not think that this is related to character.

Eyes deep, suddenly, there is an idea flashed in purple Queen's mind. Just, wait for her to continue to think, the ear came a burst of laughter, let her face suddenly changed

"Ha ha ha ~" the wild laughter, with a kind of stretching meaning, is easy to hear, which kind of joy mood.

This laughter is not offensive.

At least, purple queen thinks so.

However, the next word, let purple slightly frown frown.

"After searching for so long, I finally found it!" The voice belongs to the old, deep with old husky. Among them, it contains infinite emotion, as mellow as aging.

Purple Queen's beautiful eyebrows frown deeper.

The sound fell in the ears of tens of thousands of adventurers, all of them rowed in order and looked in one direction.

That's where the sound comes from.

In a corner of the altar of the Twelve Gods, a light golden light is growing stronger and stronger.

The golden light gradually pierced the dark curtain and lit up the area.

The sound of vibration is not violent, but it is powerful enough.

With this sound, the most remote corner of the altar, where there is no place for adventurers, the stone steps appear out of thin air.

One level, two levels Up to dozens of levels.

At the end of the stone steps is a huge platform.

On the platform, with the golden light suddenly shining, in the blink of an eye, a group of people suddenly appeared in the empty place.

Pure pale gold mixed with white sacrificial robes, it looks holy and solemn, noble and distant. That gesture, that color, like the gods from the sky!

Purple eyes suddenly a deep.

On the platform a few feet higher than the altar, there were about 100 people in the group.

There are men and women, old and young.

At the front of the line was an old man with a white hair and a young face.

The old man is also dressed in a golden and white sacrificial robe. The difference is that in front of him, there is a square scarf embroidered with the pattern of nine days of fire dance.

In the old man's hand, he held a high crutch.

The so-called crutches, simple in texture, are unfathomable, just like the old man. It's not so much a crutch as a magic wand that exists in myths and can turn clouds and rain!

The snow, like gray hair. However, his face is like a child, with delicate skin.

If it was not for that white eyebrow who told us that time was long and his eyes were full of vicissitudes, no one would think that he was an old man!

"How strong!" After purple, the fundus of the eyes is dark, and the essence is shining.

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