'It's now!'

Qiu Di raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were suddenly filled with a rich purple halo.

Two figures passed each other in the air.

The autumn flute landed on the mountain, with many rich and soft purple rays of light wrapped around it, and the long strands of light fluttered backwards.

The sword had been held in a reverse grip in his hand, with the sword tip pointing backwards.

And Gu Yunjin's figure paused in the air.

Miezheng Lei's heart was shocked, and he suddenly crossed the mountain and came to Gu Yunjin's side. He stretched out his hand to pat him. The organs at the microscopic level had been released from the body first, hoping to help Gu Yunjin stabilize his body.

But it was too late, Gu Yunjin had a look of disbelief on his face, and many horizontal lines suddenly appeared on his face.

Immediately, his entire body, from head to toe, split into countless thin slices.

Every slice no longer has the texture of flesh and blood.

Just when the sword cut through his defense, and then countless purple rays of light passed through his body, those purple thin threads had baked all these flakes, fundamentally changing the structure of Gu Yunjin's physical body.

material structure.

Now these thin slices of flesh and blood are as brittle as some kind of extremely thin glass. After splitting, they float in the air for a while, some collide with each other, and then break into little bits of slag.

The anger and surprise on Mi Zhenglei's face flashed away, and he spoke slowly.

"The inferior purple divine light!"

He said solemnly, "I didn't expect that I was mistaken. Not only are you from the Earth Mother clan, but you are also the direct descendant of Lord Zi Yuan. Otherwise, how could you use the foundation of the Nine Heavens to display the subtle mysteries of Zi Yuan's divine light."

Qiudi did not answer, turned around, vomited blood, and did not take it seriously. The hilt of the sword twirled in the palm of his hand, and the blade of the sword shook like a sword flower, and returned to the normal sword-holding gesture.

"You were famous in ancient times, but when the world changed, why did you refuse to accept the lingering hatred, avoid being angry and angry, and reform, change your temperament, no longer love the past, and turn back from the sea of ​​suffering?"

Qiudi played the sword with his left hand and said, taking advantage of the aftertaste of the sword's sound, "It's a shame that I still have to carry a sword to kill people in my seventies."

"Pretentious!"

Miezheng Lei suddenly took action, and the strange phenomenon of energy and blood behind him emerged, like a few vines, twisting and twisting, twisting into one, and growing towards the sky.

The spiraling vines are surrounded by countless filaments, some visible to the naked eye and some invisible, spreading densely into the air.

Everyone in the Seven Kills Sect in the mountains, those with lower cultivation levels, almost immediately felt signs of difficulty breathing, their eyes were bloodshot, and the surrounding air became thinner and thinner.

And the gaseous material rushing over from a distance was controlled by the strange phenomenon of Qi and blood.

"Wow, the Thousand-mile Divine Whip is King Andu's secret skill, but it's okay. It's impossible for the Mie clan members to get personal guidance from King Andu... But his foundation is higher than yours, so this is troublesome."

The childish voice only sounded in Qiu Di's mind.

That bamboo hat had long since disappeared, and his long hair fell down from his back, covering a small crab lying on the back of his neck.

The translucent little crab breath blends with the Taoist, and countless microscopic Qi and blood extend from the ends of the eight claws, connecting with the Taoist. A wonderful connection flows between the two.

Qiu Di's vision has reached the same level as that of a little crab, as if he had once been a talented young man who had cultivated to the twelfth heaven. He had such a state, but now in terms of foundation, he has fallen to the ninth heaven.

The long sword met a colorless long whip drawn by Miezheng Lei.

Suddenly, a figure flashed over.

Now the air in the surrounding mountains is converging towards this area. When this figure came over, it seemed to merge with the surrounding airflow. It wasn't until it got within a mile that it suddenly accelerated, leaving all the air far behind.

, with all his strength, he punched Mie Zhenglei in the back of the head with his fist.
Chapter completed!