Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 437 The world of a mural

A sorcerer!

A demogorgon!

Mr. Zack Lance shouted, who had never been so panic before. His trembling body exposed the inner shock

“Mark Leonard, you go to preside over the mountain-protecting array and prepare to kill the sorcerer I’ll go to the

Cinnabar tower!” Zack ordered.

“Yes, sir!”

Mark retreated quickly.

Zack looked up at the top of the Cinnabar tower with a serious look. He said painfully, “The sorcerer even dares to

devour the spiritual fire. How can I allow this?”

Zack shouted and climbed the Cinnabar tower quickly.

The second floor.

The third floor.

The fourth floor.

Until he reached the eleventh floor.

Zack wanted to have a try and see if he could kill John himself.

Even if he failed, it didn’t matter. He could buy some time and let Mark and the others start the

mountain-protecting array.

However, when Zack came to the eleventh floor, he was stunned.

Not here?

It turned out that John wasn’t on the eleventh floor!

Zack was very sure that he didn’t meet John when he came up just now, which meant that it was impossible for

John to go down and he could only go up.

Up the eleventh floor…….

Zack looked at the entrance to the twelfth floor and his body trembled

“How could a sorcerer reach the twelfth floor?”

Zack was shocked.

He didn’t believe that John had reached the twelfth floor. But if he didn’t go to the twelfth floor, where did he

go?

There were not many places to hide in the Cinnabar tower.

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Zack stood still, staring at the entrance of the twelfth floor.

“He is indeed on the twelfth floor!”

Zack murmured in disbelief after a long time.

There was a strong aura on John’s body, which was depressing and suffocating Zack could feel that this came from

above his head.

It meant that John was on the twelfth floor.

After hesitating for a while, Zack finally decided to stay on the eleventh floor and wait for John to corne

down.

There was a rule that he was not allowed to step into the top floor of the Cinnabar tower.

Zack had no choice but to wait.

At this time, John was indeed at the top floor of the Cinnabar tower.

His right index finger was as red as a piece of hot iron, emitting terrible heat.

It was because of the spiritual fire.

When John caught the spiritual fire, a force emerged from his body and devoured it. Finally, it condensed on

his right index finger.

Now, even if he didn’t use vital energy, he could break through the golden-crystal-stage cultivator at a single

blow.

After assimilating the spiritual fire, John quickly climbed to the twelfth floor of the Cinnabar tower, without

difficulty.

The twelfth floor was the same as the eleventh floor, without the elixir tripod.

It should be said that there was nothing here and it was empty.

Seeing that there was nothing, John couldn’t help but feel restless. He roared in a low voice, and the vital energy in

his body vibrated out.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The vital energy escaped!

Bang!

Suddenly, a stone wall was knocked down, revealing a pale mural below.

Although John was out of control, he was quickly attracted by the mural.

On the mural, there was a mountain. At the end of the mountain, clouds and mist floated. There was a faint figure

standing, very small, and it was impossible to see it clearly.

John got closer.

The moment he stared at the mural, the surroundings suddenly changed, as if he was in another world. At the

same time, a cool and peaceful aura surged from all directions.

John was shocked.

He calmed down instantly.

“I was out of control just now.”

He recalled what had happened before. Especially when he stepped into the eleventh floor, his whole brain seemed

to have lost the ability to think.

Until now, he finally came to his senses.

John raised his right hand and looked at the red finger in shock.

“This finger is comparable to a magic instrument. In other words, my body can devour that kind of fire and then

refine it automatically?”

After that fire was devoured, a finger comparable to a magic weapon was refined. If he devoured more, wouldn’t

every part of his body become a magic instrument?

After a short period of surprise, John’s face lit up. He looked down consciously and stared at his dick.

A magic instrument.

If

No way.

John shook his head quickly.

It was too hot for girls to bear.

For example, although this finger was as hard as a magic instrument, it was also hot. After all, it was refined

with fire!

John quickly denied the dirty thoughts and comforted himself, “It’s enough now. There’s really no need…”

With a thought, he restored his finger to its original shape as if he was controlling a magic instrument.

Then, John looked around curiously.

He remembered that when he lost control, he saw a mural, and then inexplicably appeared in this strange

world.

The world was white, but gave people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

“Did I enter the world of the murai?”

With a surprised look, John walked carefully in the world until he saw a group of mountains in the illusory

mist in front of him.

It looked familiar.

It was the scene in the mural he had seen before.

He was finally sure that he had indeed entered the world of a mural. He could not help but panic.

Would he be trapped here and die?

“Boy, don’t worry. You just came here out of consciousness and your body is still outside. Just think of it as a dream.

You won’t die.”

Just as John was confused, a distant and ethereal voice suddenly floated over from afar. With this voice, the mist

around quickly faded away.

John’s eyes narrowed.

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At the end of the mountain, the illusory figure drew closer at top speed.