Thunder Martial

Seeing the tall purple, Mr. Wu was completely foolish, and the whole person went from sword light to person.

His face was shocked, his fingers pointing to the purple, his voice trembling: “You... you...”

At this moment, Mr. Wu doesn't know what to say when he sees purple. Because each other's minds are too strong, too vast.

Though the control of the mind is extremely weak, the light of the mind on the entire hammer is not very solid and still divergent. But you can't hold on to many thoughts. If you get away more, the next moment will add up.

This mindset is beyond imagination, beyond Mr. Woo's imagination. If the other party really knows how to attack mindfulness and possesses such mindfulness, it will instantly kill him.

Mr. Wu is a native of the world and is most proud of his own philosophy. His mind is much stronger than the Black Eight, but in front of the Purple Eight, compared to the vast spirit of the Purple Eight, it is really weak explosion.

The playful purple hammer swayed in his hand and smashed it directly towards Mr. Wu below. At this moment, in the face of the vast notion of purple, Mr. Wu has become so desperate that the resistance has become so inactive that there is no doubt that the situation now stands.

“Boom!”

With the power of Wanjun, the light hammer directly hit Mr. Wu's head. Immediately thereafter, with the sound of an explosion, Mr. Wu's head's light hammer actually broke.

Yes, Mr. Wu is intact, but his aggressive light hammer just cracked open.

This feeling, like a hammer is a tofu slag project, is so hard to beat.

The light hammer spread out and turned directly into a golden light, which was not as vast as imagined, but only one. And soon, this golden light again formed the hammer, and it was a bigger hammer.

Once again, Mr. Wu stared wide-eyed, full of shock and incredible. Because he saw that the light hammer that had just formed was hollow.

Hollow hammers of light are no better than tofu slag projects, even if Mr. Wu stood here to let them bomb, he would not be killed.

Indeed, the light hammer fell again, with the sound of a whistle, with the power of Wan Jun, on Mr. Wu's head.

Another touch, the hammer spread again. This time with the light hammer spread apart, in front of the tall purple, the figure also became blurred.

Mr. Wu stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with madness and couldn't help but scream: “Shit, shit! You lied to me! ”

Mr. Wu was angry and crazy, and he was actually fooled. Whatever the vastness of the philosophy as the sea, whatever the control over the philosophy is extremely weak, it is a lie, it is a lie.

What makes up the tall figure and the big hammer is just a small group of minds in the district. This mindset creates things that are hollow, like a paper-flavored building, that burst into pieces.

However, the purple clay was so realistic that Mr. Wu perceived the mistake and thought that the other party's mind was so vast that it simply did not have enough control over the spirit and could not be fully coherent.

This discovery made Mr. Wu extremely annoyed, and he was foolish enough not to defend himself, waiting to die, leaving two hammers to hit his head.

But this garbage, don't say two hammers, even 20 hammers, 200 hammers, don't kill him.

But before Mr. Wu's heart showed pride, his face changed dramatically, and this time there was a real surge of despair.

He looked up at the faint shadow of the great purple gradually dissipating in front of him, and his eyes were full of resentment. The other party's calculation was clearly a delay, and the consequence of that delay was a return to the true spirit of the rear.

Everything that happens, it's a long story, is actually between the flint. When Mr. Wu saw the great purple heart was in despair, he paused slightly, swinging the hammer and smashing it twice.

In the meantime, the tens of thousands of gold swords will be enough to return, and when they do, they will turn into a sword.

The great sword came whistling, pointing directly at Mr. Wu's back.

Mr. Wu made a desperate cry: “I'm mean! ”

The sword passed unexpectedly through his chest, and Mr. Wu's figure dissipated, but his unwilling voice still echoed in the purple sea of knowledge.

Indeed, he hated that he could have killed Purple, but he missed it. Think afterwards of the purple plot, there are many loopholes, there is no Dan Yuan's philosophy in the world can be stronger than the human realm of his major philosophy.

Moreover, it has been transformed into such a great mindset, which Mr. Wu was unable to transform into during the peak period.

Vulnerability, vulnerabilities everywhere. But unfortunately, Mr. Woo found out late.

Its unsweetening voice also disappeared in the purple sea of awareness.

When Mr. Wu died, the purple spirit appeared, the light was extremely dim, and the whole person was much weaker.

Outside, while the monkeys put away the magic of the sky, Purple opened their eyes.

Purple eyes opened, eyes flashed brightly. The monkey held a black stick, pointing straight at the violet, and drank: "Who are you? ”

Purple did not speak because his face was incredibly pale, followed by a breath of blood ~ blood, and the whole person fell on his back toward the ground.

The monkey hurriedly squeezed the stick and turned into a black light to catch the purple. By this moment, the purple soul smell was releasing. The monkey knew it was purple, and his face immediately had a happy color.

The monkey holds the purple floor, then the purple tray knee, swallows a medicine to restore the mind, and begins to recover the trauma of the mind.

In today's battle with Mr. Wu, Purple Wins is very dark and dark.

One hour later, Purple opened his eyes, and the trauma of mindfulness, with the help of Dan Yao, was almost good.

Open his eyes, Purple saw the monkey, and he was looking through some of the bodies, seemingly looking for something.

“What are you looking for?” Zijuan asked.

“How are you feeling when you wake up?” Demon Ape doesn't ask much.

“Fine!” Zixuan nodded, now recalling his previous confrontation with Mr. Wu, Zixuan still had palpitations.

"I was looking for the Ring of Spirit on them, but I couldn't find it," said the monkey, not asking much. Their cultivation is peculiar and unprotected, and they will surely suffer greatly. ”

Purple nodded and he almost lost a fortune. Mr. Na Woo was not as powerful as he was. If he had been careful and avoided the shock of consciousness, it would have been easy to kill each other after the incident.

The same is true of monkeys, who can kill a beast that has been transformed into a human being with a stick, but who were at risk of being killed before.

“It's a strange trick to do. Look carefully. Although I don't agree with abandoning the flesh to attack with the spirit, I can defend it with this kind of attack.” Purple Dao.

Previously, the monkey had been the guardian of purple, and had not gone far. At this moment, the monkey woke up, and the monkey was no longer worried, walking towards Mr. Wu's cave.

Along the way, the human body was still there, proving that no one had ever been here. Mr. Wu does not have a spiritual ring, so the harvest is likely to be in the cave.

The monkeys came to the cave for a while and found a lot of useful things in the meantime. And it's almost all about spirituality.

Afterwards, the monkey discovered, using the delusional eye, that there was a restraint in the cave, and after breaking it up vigorously, discovered Mr. Wu's treasure site.

Most of these things are resources, and in here, the monkey also sees the spiritual rings of the monks, apparently obtained by the other party's assassination experimenters.

In the center of the entire treasure trove, there is a jade stone table, while on the stone table are two jade tablets, which can be palm-sized and glow.

The monkey flashed and arrived beside the stone table, taking out a piece of jade, and the mindset was to penetrate.

But as soon as the soul penetrated, the monkey hummed and instantly blushed, dropping the jade.

“What is it?” Purple curiously grabbed the jade and spiritually penetrated perception.

In the jade, there were many images, which recorded the intersection of men and women, various postures, various images, purple faces and some slight redness.

“This is a technique of alternating double cultivation, but it is between men and women. Who knows that Mr. Wu was practiced to that extent by this pervert.” Put away the purple spirit and take away the jade.

The monkey deeply looked at the purple face and got an embarrassment on the purple face, explaining: “It's also harmful to put this thing here, why don't we put it away. ”

Instead of talking, the monkey gave the other tablet to Purple. Purple took the jade tablet, the spirit went deeper again, and after feeling what was recorded in it, the body was also slightly shocked.

What is recorded in this jade is a kind of kung fu technique, specializing in spiritual kung fu, which vibrates the purple violet. This cultivation of the kung fu technique of spiritual kung fu actually has the same magic as the kung fu technique he obtained in the sacred place.

It cannot even be said that the two are a method of kung fu dismantling, and as each other verifies, Zixuan discovers that this is an immense method of cultivation. Even the purple sensation, this is the true doorway of the divine practice recorded in the Book of Heaven.

However, this remains incomplete and, while the mindset is remarkable, it is still not perfect. And if you want a division, the purple one gets the first one, and here's the second one.

At the time of the Purple Enlightenment, the Monkey had put away everything here.

Purple put down the jade tablet and swept around: “Treat the body, the next time we practise here, waiting for the birth of the Book of Heaven. ”

Demon Ape nodded.

After Black Eight returned, he never came here again. Because he was afraid to upset Mr. Woo, in his speculation, Mr. Woo should be on the rise.

Time has passed, and soon months have passed, and more and more people have come here to try.

Their purpose is extremely unified, for the sake of the Book of Heaven. Until the Book of Heaven did not appear, however, there was a very tacit absence of fighting.

As the millennium approached, a storm broke out in the sky at the very centre of the world.

The storm leads straight into the sky and makes a rumbling noise across the world.

Immediately after the storm, the powerful presence in the world woke up from a state of closure.