Thunder Martial

Above the walls, loud and talked about.

Nobody knows what really happened in the canyon, why is there a thunderous light that breaks through the bloody cloud?

The old man in the blue robe seemed to know why, and he laughed with joy.

Then he disappeared.

The elderly in the realm of the heavens next to him, a little unable to touch his head.

It was speculated that the vision might have been caused by the purple rays that had just gone in, but this impractical speculation was immediately dispelled.

There's no one there, Zijuan should be dead by now.

The shadow stared wide-eyed, shocked to look ahead, and he knew what had happened, but could not believe it.

He saw the soul hunter break through.

There are many people who have broken the border, but this is the first time he has seen such a great deal of movement.

An aura belonging to the earth's soul realm erupted like this.

No closure, no cultivation, so easily breaking the border during the battle.

And that's when death is coming.

Did it unleash its potential?

But now that we've reached Earth's soul, where's the extra potential?

It's too unusual.

But the facts are in front of us.

Ever since the arrival of Purple Pearl, the Ghost Phage has been operating on its own, absorbing energy from the heavens and the earth, supplementing the body.

After the spiritual robe was exhausted, the purple body was like suddenly poured water, immediately filled with energy from all sides. Normally, he would die instantly because he could not bear the energy pressure from the canyon.

At this point, Purple Breaks the Border.

The atmosphere of the earth's soul is released from the surroundings, and the energy that is about to burst into the body is absorbed as much as possible, and far from enough.

The forces that have been suppressed by the rules here, release them at this moment.

Soul Power Return!

Purple's acute perception is back, and even clearer, previously unrecognizable, irremovable black soul soldier, is also recognised at this moment.

The beasts stopped, their bodies in a powerful purple atmosphere, and Cesar trembled and dared not to attack again.

Ghost and Fat Boy, too, looked back at the purple beast, and the two beasts were stunned.

Under the atmosphere of the earth's soul, the pressure here is nothing more than purple.

When the acute sensation returns, he senses where the blood shadow is.

The figure flashed and the purple vanished from sight.

By the time it reappeared, it had reached the back of the shadow of blood, and his hand, the long stick, had appeared.

Its quality is much higher than that of a bone clipper.

The shadow of blood seemed to detect the danger behind him, and the machete in his hand quickly cut him back, turning to him, intending to retreat and flee.

At this moment, his heart is filled with fear, because not only does he perceive where he is, but he is at an extreme speed, and if this is not his home, he will not be able to react at all.

But at the moment, even if the blood shadow reacts, it is still difficult to escape from the purple hands.

The long stick was smashed, with a whistling sound, and it seemed to have covered the sound of storms all around it.

A tremendous tremor, a machete of good quality, broke open, the long stick smashed smoothly and fell into the chest of the blood shadow.

The scene happened so quickly that he couldn't avoid it.

Coughing blood upside down, his figure landed on the floor, and the shadow turned and ran.

At this moment, he really scared the guts, this just broken human soul, seemed to become so powerful and horrible without even having to be familiar with the realm.

Purple looked at the escaping party and did not chase it immediately. He saw the light shining in his hand again, hiding the black soul soldiers and replacing them with mysterious and unpredictable.

A crossbar.

A ray of thunder appeared from the tip of the pen, as if it were the light of the rules that separated the heavens and the earth, cutting the cloud of blood, and the tail came out with the shadow of blood.

He escaped the blood shadow of more than a hundred brothers, his heart palpitated, and at the same time, he was fortunate that the other party did not come out.

But the next moment, his face changed dramatically and he turned around.

The light flashed in front of him.

His whole body, like being taken out of the sky, instantly lost control of his body.

In his gradually blurred vision, the soul of the man who had just broken the border appeared with two beasts.

The other side walks not fast, but where it passes, the blood cloud dodges.

He looked at the soul hunter and opened his mouth, but didn't have time to say a word, it was black in front of him.

Purple came near, watching the dead Soul Phagocyte.

Once upon a time, it was extremely difficult for him to kill a local soul, but with his own breakthrough, everything was resolved.

He was ready to leave, but just took two steps and paused.

Because the ghost didn't go away, and Purple thought of one thing. Surely, after turning over the other's body, Purple saw a dead soul stone, just different from what he normally refined. On this soul stone, there was spinning lane blood, like a less pure chicken blood stone.

Immediately after purple stowed away the Death Soul Stone, the ghost that remained motionless swallowed each other's corpse.

Fatty grinned and seemed a little sorry.

“Go, go find them. ”

Said Purple, watching the ghost rolling round his stomach.

Ghosts jump on Fatty's back and continue to guide Purple.

Zijuan followed Fatty, and the pressure here was nothing to him, he could walk easily, so he didn't ride Fatty anymore.

At the same time, because of the many wounds on Fatty's body, Purple was intolerant.

Moving forward for a full hour, the storm was getting stronger and stronger. Just as Purple wondered if the ghost had found the wrong place, he finally sensed a familiar knife intent.

That's from Wanhe's knife intent.

“Right ahead. ”

Purple's expression changed and accelerated earlier.

Shields and sticks are in hand, and Purple is ready for the Great War.

As it approached, Purple saw a huge mask composed entirely of knives, while around the mask there was a dark shadow that was constantly attacking the mask.

In the knife mask, Wanhe stands straight in front, and the mountain and blue lonely dream stand behind him, conveying power to him.

Two others fell to the ground and seemed to have lost consciousness.

At this moment, Wanhe's knife guardian becomes disillusioned and seems likely to break at any moment.

This is not good.

Wu!

Purple power, the lines on the black stick instantly lit up, this time almost completely bright, bright golden light, pierced the blood cloud.

A golden shadow appeared when the purple grip stick fell.

Blood clouds rolled over violently and were shattered by the golden stick shadow, which fell on top of those shadows.

Between moments, the fluttering sound of flesh and blood burst and countless rains fell from the sky, dyeing the red knife to guard.

Those are not Soul Phagocytes, but some kind of alien beast.

Such a mutation caused the three to slightly twist, subconsciously.

Through the knife guardian, they see a familiar figure, rapidly sweeping.