Thunder Martial

“Next? ”

The shocked human monks couldn't help but hear.

They followed Purple here to see a good show, and of course they knew what had happened before.

In addition to this tribe, there is another tribe that deals with the natives, the Soul Phagocytes.

Compared to these Dax heterosexuals, the number of native soul-eating races is much smaller than they are, but much more dangerous than they are.

The purple clan is now extinguished. Isn't it enough to deter it? Are you going to destroy the spiritual clan?

Zijuan did not explain, but proved with facts that he had stepped out and his figure had appeared on the conveyor.

Another step out, the purple figure reappeared on the dome.

“Hmm?” Look at the new purple, everyone's a bum, so unknown.

Purple smiled lightly and said: “I almost forgot you. ”

During the conversation he swung his sleeve and a hurricane appeared.

Hurricane swept through a piece of rubble, sweeping away what was on the rubble and revealing a curled figure below.

This is an interracial, nine-fold peak, placed on a weekday is definitely one of the strongest.

But today, he was covered with scars, like a thousand blades, all over his body, very wolf.

It was caused by the energy afterwave, and many other heterosexuals died in the afterwave shock, but he was still alive, apparently with good strength.

The hurricane had disappeared, but his body was still trembling unbearably.

This man is the cause of the demise of this tribe, the Nine Lions.

“Come out, don't play dead.” Purple said indifferently.

The Nine Lions looked up and saw more than fear in their eyes.

Everything changes too fast.

In just a few breathing rooms, it was one up and one hell of a day, and he couldn't stand it any longer.

He had previously been desperate, had regretted to provoke the purple, but did not expect the spin of the peak circuit, several adults appeared, and said that he had done his work, and that he might be rewarded after the war.

He was like being held back by a powerful big hand, pulled from hell back to heaven in a flash, and he felt the whole of his life full of sunshine.

But the sun was niggardly, but it spilled only a few breaths, and it did not bathe all over its body, and it disappeared.

That powerful hand, like making a big joke with him, grabbed his feet naked and dragged him into hell alive again. This time it was the last layer of hell, never to turn around!

He looked up at the purple and his eyes fluctuated like he saw the Lord of the last layer of Hell.

This lord is a human being, the race he hated most before. But now, lying on the ground, he is being sued by the human lord for a piece of evidence, the most common of which is killing and eating people.

How many people have been killed and how many have been eaten!

How much evil has been done to mankind!

“I must kill you! I'm gonna eat you! ”

That sin kept ringing in his ear, like a fly, he was impatient, irritable, yelled, exploded with all his might and rushed towards the Hell Lord.

At the moment forward, his spirit was no longer tranced, and all the hallucinations just now disappeared.

He saw ruins, he saw purples, he saw others, he returned to reality from a state of trance, he saw nothing but hell and the Lord.

“Boom!”

After that, he saw the golden light. Shining golden light, bright and bright, and then there is no more.

Looking at the fallen Nine Lions, Purple shook his head and turned away.

This time it really disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was in the dragon world, in that transmission formation.

The barbarian stones and others followed, and twenty warriors followed, and then the surrounding human monks, were soon plundered.

“Boom!”

Among the ruined tribes, the intact transmitter blew up.

With the demise of the tribal transmission platform, thousands of miles away, in another tribe, Chang Yongsi hugged his fist and laughed: “This is it, someone has to say goodbye! ”

“Hey!” a disappointing low sigh sounded in the tribe.

Ying Yong Si left with a big smile.

……

“Boom!”

Underneath the purple feet, there was an explosion from the ground, the earth splashed, a deep pit appeared, and the underground transmission formation was destroyed.

Zizhen fulfilled his warning and destroyed a people!

Looking not far from this transmission formation to the Phagocytes, Purple did not hesitate to go up first.

A walker appeared in the Phagocytes, a black world, full of repressive atmosphere in the air, making people uncomfortable.

Purple appeared, followed by those who were before, of course, there was no shortage of those who made a fuss.

Looking up at the black sky, looking at the black ground again, the corner of the purple mouth smiled coldly, fading away: “Looks like you're ready. ”

No one responded, only the purple voice was echoing.

“Is this a form of formation?” Brute Stone's face has changed. He likes to fight power, he doesn't like to fight a set of laws, and he doesn't want to fight people who know how to fight.

Purple shook his head and said, "No, this is the god! ”

“They're confident!” The divine colour of destiny becomes cold.

Humans who have retreated far away seem a little uneasy.

Though they have always had faith in purple, this is where the Phagocytes are. It's a mysterious race, a dangerous race, and just one person can destroy an indigenous community.

If we want to talk about the human race in Emperor Heaven, the last thing we want to meet, and the last thing we want to provoke, is the Soul Phagocytes.

“I'll rip this place open! ”

Ignoring the whispers behind him, he stepped forward in the way of heaven and his mind rose.

“You're responsible for protecting the others, and here I am. ”

Zizheng stopped Shuntiandao and the surrounding area began to glow.

The glowing golden light illuminates the whole dark world.

The golden light is very pungent, and many humans are a little uncomfortable, retreating again.

“What is that?”

“Soul Body! ”

As they retreated far away, their faces changed dramatically after seeing the golden glow of purple again.

Because the purple flesh disappeared, the golden glittering figure, is the purple soul.

His soul was as deep as the sea, as a great shore, as a golden hole, constantly devouring foreign objects, even their sight could be devoured at any moment.

Fully soulful purple with a golden knife in his hand, like the previous slaughter of Wilif, he grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled the knife abruptly.

A ray of light, centered on him, drew a perfect golden circle around him.

The golden circle divides the darkness directly into two parts, the upper part, towards the dome, and the lower part, towards the earth, bright light, projecting in from the outside.

He broke the dark world, the purple attack was not over, and he took another knife.

Darkness is divided into four parts.

Immediately after the blade flashed rapidly twice, the dark world was cut into eight pieces, while another scream echoed in the dark world.

The whole world is shattered and scattered like mirrors, bright in front of everyone.

A broken soul divided into eight parts, flying in eight directions, converged in purple hands and became a soul sphere.

The dark world disappeared, the real world arrived, and the void of the brush kept ringing.

These voices are not gatherings, but retreats.

Originally blocked aside, the Phagocytes were prepared to launch the attack by surprise, because the Spirit Circle in Purple's hand retreated.

Because it was the soul of a powerful man, but it was easily cut off by purple.

Purple remains a state of soul, filled with golden, emotionless eyes, sweeping toward those faces of frightened, rapidly retreating phagocytes.

He stepped forward, holding the sheath with his left hand and pulling the knife with his right hand.

“Whoosh!”

At the tip of the knife, a hundred meters long golden knife, followed by the Phagocytes.

This is a pure soul attack, which destroys the soul. It is even more lethal to the unique existence of the Phagocyte.

The swordsman arrived first, passing through the spiritual clan.

More than a dozen of them were white, suddenly retreating, and they were still alive.

The other twenty or more are transformed into pure soul bodies, breaking the soul.

One strike, destroying more than 20 Soul Phagocytes.

This is the effect of a perfect mindset.

Leaving those people behind, Purple stood with a knife and said indifferently: "If you want to fight, hurry out! ”

“It's worth killing the existence of Wilif, who already guessed it was a trap and dared to come here!” A cold voice sounded and a strong Phagocyanist walked out.

“Whoops!”

Zi Qian did not wait for the other party to continue to sign up, and did not even care how much he ranked, go straight ahead.

“You!”

In the face of Zixuan's instantaneous shift, the strong man on the list just had time to say one word about you, and Zixuan's attack arrived.

Relative Energy Attack, Soul Attack is faster and more dangerous!

Zizhen's first knife was cut out, and the Soul Phagocyte's face changed dramatically, and his figure kept retreating.

Immediately afterwards, purple swordsmashing, no tactics, just pure soul power.

“Pfft!”

The Phage family, divided into two parts, once again took away a broken soul sphere.

So far, but just two breaths away, the other powerful Phagocytes, have not yet had time to support.

Another top player was chopped off, and the scene was silent.

Seems to be smart, the next moment that emerges on the top of the list, is together, one of them says: "We are not the Dax Fae, let your strength be stronger, if your soul can't hold up, it's the only place to die! ”

“Stay completely!” Another strong man said.

Purple snorted coldly, crossing the knife handle with the chest front.

Seeing the same trick, a powerful Phagocyanist sneered: “Purple, you are very strong, but trying to kill us is simply impossible. And all we have to do is hit it together, and you're dead! ”

This is the fact that the purples are stronger, and ultimately the Nine Early Periods, and they are all the peaks of the Nine Periods, with very different soul boundaries.

……

……

The war has begun.

Tens of thousands of miles away, an old man appeared in the sight of the forces of the Soul Phagocyte.

This is an elderly man who slowly moves forward, not fast, but takes every step and causes a big earthquake.

A breathtaking atmosphere, coming from the sky, overshadowed this power.

“Yong Si, you have to stop me!” A cold voice came from the Soul Phagocyte.