Thunder Martial

The body of the Holy Spirit falls towards the void, eventually not knowing where it will fall.

It may be a small world, but it may also fall into the realm of the Spirit.

This is an opportunity, and it is a great opportunity. Even the Holy Spirit sees it, but unfortunately no one cares about it at the moment.

Qing Yi tried several times, he couldn't catch the middle-aged man, trying to kill each other, it's unlikely.

She was somewhat anxious.

After killing all the Holy Spirits, Zixuan sat there and stopped resisting those demons.

Oh, no struggle?

Middle-aged people have a shallow smile at the corner of their mouth, and you'll die faster.

Purple did not respond. He closed his eyes and let his magic come from all sides.

The voice of meditation continues to sound, affecting the consciousness of purple.

The middle-aged man looked aside for a moment and wondered, "What do you mean? Why don't you fight and give up?

Suddenly his complexion changed and he was surprised to say, "Are you not refining?"

Are you refining demon qi?

You're refining demons!

The middle-aged man couldn't help it anymore. Haha laughed. I admit that magic is a good thing. These magic are even more pure powers, but unfortunately he is not suitable for you. If you struggle to resist, you can slow down the speed of the magic gas into the body. Simpler said, you can still live a little longer. But you can actually refine the magic directly. It's like opening the door of your body and letting the magic in. Looks like you want the Demons to come to the Holy Spirit more than I do.

The magic from the sky has completely overshadowed the purple. At this moment, we can only see a large part of the magic, and we can no longer see the purple people.

You may be proud of yourself too soon, these magic people can't refine, it doesn't mean purple or refined!

At this point, Qingyi, who no longer attempted to kill, made a noise.

Every time she approaches, the middle-aged person leaves voluntarily and never fights her.

Hearing Qing Yi's words, he smiled disdainfully, beautiful, are you making me happy?

Qing Yi coldly said, "Make you happy. Do you deserve it?" Don't forget, who is that man in there? He is purple. A man who doesn't know how many miracles he has created may be able to defeat others, but he certainly can't resist purple.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly. Oh, and this?

Qingyi said: You don't seem to know your opponent very well, but think about it, you sent so many people to kill Zijuan, of course you don't know what he's good at.

Middle-aged people ask: What kind of power does it take to kill Zijuan?

Qing Yi said arrogantly: Nature is the power of holy pride!

The middle-aged man nodded very seriously and said, "Oh, is there more?

Isn't that enough? Qing Yi asked back.

The Holy Spirit is invincible, and in this world of the Holy Spirit every Holy Spirit is invincible. This invincibility is truly invincible and unparalleled, and if you do come to a holy prince, you will certainly have no problem killing Zijuan.

The middle-aged man thought slightly and said.

Qing Yi's eyes flashed with a rush. He said: Why are you still standing there? Why don't you see if he has purified the magic already? Wouldn't it be worse if he really grew up?

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and asked, "Aren't you with Zijuan?" Why are you thinking about it now?

Qingyi said, "I am not acquainted with him, and I am not thinking for you at this time, but helping the weak.

The middle-aged man measured Qingyi several times up and down. You woman, beautiful. Every time she comes near me, she gives me a dangerous feeling. Obviously, the fighting power is also very strong, but how can you not have a brain?

Qing Yi is angry. Who do you think has no brain?

Are you treating me like an idiot? I'm releasing Zijuan now. He'll kill me the first time he comes out. As for refining magic, do you think it's possible?

The middle-aged man looked sarcastic.

Qingyi said, "How is it impossible? He is purple. Didn't you say earlier that he is powerful?"

Looks like you're just plain fine. I'm kidding. Can't you see that?

The middle-aged man laughed: It's been a long time, only you and I can talk here, while chatting with your silly woman, watching Purple die, isn't it?

Qing Yi quickly went forward. At this moment, she was very angry. She was seriously talking to each other. She never thought that the other was actually playing with herself.

The middle-aged man began to retreat, always at a distance from Qingyi. Girl, you mustn't be angry. In fact, even if I was an idiot like you, I listened to you, but I couldn't release the purple.

He pointed to the sky and said, "Things like this, do you think I can make it? As far as I am concerned, I am a visitor, or a witness of history, and I will witness the death of the Purple One, and the coming of the devil's people!

Purple will not die unless the Holy Lord comes! Qingyi said out loud.

The middle-aged man laughed again: Why, is that angry? Actually, there's one thing I haven't told you, and that's this big array over my head, and the magic in it is horrible. How horrible is it? Well, it's like a holy princess is here!

Really, I'm not lying to you. Not the Holy Grace. The Holy Grace. You said Purple Dying?

When this sentence came out, as in Qingyi's heart, Qingyi instantly lost track of the death penalty.

She turned around and rushed towards the big battle.

Just as she approached, she was shocked by a powerful force.

Qing Yi did not care, continue to rush forward, while shouting out loud: Purple, resist quickly, resist quickly!

As middle-aged people would expect, purples that no longer resist do begin to devour these demons.

It's the only way he can get out of trouble.

As for demon qi, he hasn't swallowed it, the last time he swallowed a leech was an example.

But the power of leeches cannot be compared to the magic of the moment, like a tree that shakes a tree, both of which cannot be said at the same time.

Absorbing the purple of demon qi, consciousness gradually ceased to be sober.

By his ears, there was a constant sound of meditation, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

But the devouring remains undiminished, as if it were instincts.

All of this magic enters the purple sea of awareness and is devoured by the ghost phagocyy, refined and transformed into its own power.

Just as the sounds of hypnotic-like meditation continue to sound, purple consciousness finally falls into a void, without instinctive control, the speed of ghost phagocytosis swallowing slowly slows down.

More magic, remitted into the purple body, his flesh gradually began to demonize.

Blood and bones are also perfused by demon gas.

There is also the magic that follows the meridian into the purple fields and begins to invade those ancient thunder flames.

Even without the purple purple deliberate control, this ancient thunder flame is extremely scary. The first wave of nearby magic is extinguished.

In the purple sea of awareness, the golden soul has also been surrounded.

It's like a bunch of wolves surrounding a sleeping bunch of lions, only one or two lions are sober, fighting the bunch of wolves, all the other lions are falling asleep, how can they not wake up.

The awake lion, naturally, is a slower and slower ghost phagocytosis, and as such, there is a time to stop running.

By then, purple souls will be assimilated.

Upper Thunder Inflammation is a powerful force, but it also needs to be correctly guided. As more Magic is injected, in an unconscious state, it will eventually be invincible to the constant Magic.

By then, Zijuan was the Demon Clan.

And the middle-aged will really be witnesses to the demon invasion.

At this moment, a voice came from the outside world, penetrating a heavy demon and entering the purple sea of awareness.

Zijuan, fight back!

Zijuan, fight back!

This voice is not loud, but it is very clear, like it sounds in the lake of the heart, and even those chanting sounds cannot be suppressed.

Purple golden soul power, with a very small fluctuation, this fluctuation became stronger as more sounds came in.

Until the golden soul is completely boiling and activated.

Sober consciousness.

Zi Chen opened his eyes.

His gaze penetrated the infinite magic, he saw beyond the formation method, he saw the constant collision method, he was already fleshly blurred, but still tried to rush in Qingyi.

Infinite rage, emerged from the bottom of the purple heart.