Li Peicheng knew that it would be difficult to escape, so he turned around suddenly, holding the fire cloud gun and pointing it at the purple messenger.
Only then did he see clearly that the purple-clothed messenger was almost eerily handsome. There was a lotus embroidered on the left sleeve of the purple clothes, but the lotus didn't look pure at all. Instead, it gave people a weird and coquettish feeling.
From a distance, the purple-clothed messenger appeared to be slow but was actually flying towards Li Peicheng extremely fast. Without any movement, a sinister and fierce energy had already surged over, completely covering Li Peicheng.
While Li Peicheng was using his skills to resist, he also brought his mind to a state of stillness. His strong fighting spirit and keen senses reached their peak in an instant.
The purple-clothed envoy stood dozens of meters away from Li Peicheng, his eyes flashed with surprise, and said: "Tsk, tsk, you can actually face this deity in the state of distraction without changing his expression. Not bad, very good! No wonder
Black Spirit Wolf will suffer a loss and lose his life, Li Xuanting will choose you!"
Li Peicheng held the Fire Cloud Spear firmly in his hand and remained silent, but his eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the most terrifying enemy with the most disparity in strength that he had ever encountered in his life.
The purple-clothed messenger's eyes were even more surprised, and there was even a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"But if you want to escape from my hands with such little ability, you are wishful thinking!" The purple-clothed messenger mocked, and then suddenly took a step forward.
As the purple-clothed messenger crossed over, Li Peicheng immediately felt the pressure double. The cold energy seemed to be all-encompassing and completely cover him, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Li Peicheng knew that this was an extremely powerful master who could defeat his fighting spirit with his momentum. He no longer dared to fight against him. He roared angrily, his long hair flying, and the Fire Cloud Spear stabbed at the purple-clothed messenger like electricity.
The corners of the purple-clothed messenger's mouth were slightly upward. A trace of ridicule and contempt flew from his lips. He raised his hand and a golden light shot out from his hand. The golden light flickered in the air and immediately turned into a giant dragon covered in golden scales.
The golden dragon bared its teeth and claws, and bursts of powerful magic burst out from it, shocking the world. As it attacked, the powerful magic came towards Li Peicheng like a landslide and a tsunami.
Although Li Peicheng's skills have greatly increased, facing such a powerful magic weapon, he suddenly felt that his whole body was being oppressed by powerful forces from all directions, and it was difficult to use all his strength.
Only then did he realize that the gap between himself and the purple messenger had reached an insurmountable level, but the desire to survive still made Li Peicheng furious. The Fire Cloud Spear drew a perfect arc in the air and stabbed towards the dragon's eye.
The purple-clothed messenger snorted coldly, squeezed the magic formula in his hand, and the golden dragon swayed. It turned into a shining golden rope, and the rope wound around the Fire Cloud Gun like a snake.
Li Peicheng was caught off guard and wanted to draw his gun and go back. However, he was a master in the tribulation stage, and even if he had a powerful physical body, he was at best equivalent to a monk in the early stage of semi-integration. The gap between him and the purple messenger was extraordinary.
After all, with the purple-clothed messenger's change of moves, the Fire Cloud Spear still couldn't dodge the golden rope.
As soon as the golden rope was wrapped around the Fire Cloud Gun, Li Peicheng suddenly felt an overbearing and fierce restraint force entering his body along the Fire Cloud Gun. It instantly blocked his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Zifu.
Li Peicheng was not surprised but happy, but his eyes showed horror and despair.
Upon seeing this, the messenger in purple showed a proud smile and flew towards the frightened Li Peicheng. At this time, Li Peicheng was no different from a dead person in his eyes.
The purple-clothed messenger's handsome, almost demonic face was getting closer and closer. His fair and slender arms slowly stretched towards Li Peicheng's neck, with an evil and sinister smile on his face.
Suddenly, Li Peicheng's eyes shot out in fear, and his seemingly helpless body rose up nearly a foot out of thin air. The muscles all over his body were tangled, and they all rushed towards the arm holding the gun like a furious wave. The arm holding the gun suddenly suddenly
Veins popped out, and his entire arm suddenly became nearly twice as thick.
Li Peicheng used the burst of muscle contraction to give the Fire Cloud Spear an almost impossible speed and power in a short distance. The Fire Cloud Spear roared through the air and went straight to the heart of the purple-clothed messenger.
The face of the purple-clothed envoy changed drastically, and his eyes were full of horror. His golden dragon rope is a magic weapon close to the immortal level. Even if a master of the Mahayana stage accidentally hits the road, it will be difficult to escape, let alone a monk of the distraction stage. So
He simply could not imagine that a distracted monk could unleash such a powerful force under the constraints of his own golden dragon rope.
The envoy in purple was so close that he was defenseless. Even though his cultivation level was several levels higher than that of Li Peicheng, he had no choice but to admit defeat this time.
Hey, the Fire Cloud Spear fiercely penetrated the chest of the purple-clothed messenger, instantly destroying his heart.
"Ouch!" The purple-clothed messenger roared in pain, and struck Li Peicheng in the chest with an iron fist.
Fortunately, the messenger in purple was in a hurry at this time, and Li Peicheng's physical body was extremely strong. Otherwise, this punch would have beaten Li Peicheng to pieces and killed him on the spot. However, the fist fell on his chest, and Li Peicheng was suddenly shaken and opened his mouth with a mouthful of blood.
Then it spurted out, and the whole person retreated backwards like a kite with its string cut off. During the flight, Li Peicheng waved his hand, and he did not forget to put the golden dragon rope, which had temporarily lost the control of the purple messenger, into the storage ring to prevent the other party from harming him.
If you regain your senses and use this abnormal magic weapon, you will lose even the slightest hope of escape.
The heart has been destroyed, and even gods can hardly save the Purple-clothed Messenger's body. The Purple-clothed Messenger's punch just now was nothing more than the physical counterattack before death. After that punch, the Purple-clothed Messenger's handsome face instantly became older, and his whole body immediately became older.
shrink.
"Ah!" The purple-clothed messenger roared again, and a ray of light rushed out from the purple-clothed messenger's head, instantly condensing into another purple-clothed messenger, who was his soul.
The purple-clothed messenger's eyes were full of fierceness, and his originally handsome face became extremely ferocious due to the deep-seated hatred.
"Boy, I want you to live without dying!" The purple-clothed messenger said, his whole body turned into a ray of light and he quickly chased in the direction where Li Peicheng disappeared.
Although the Purple Messenger has lost his body, his spirit is extremely powerful, at least comparable to that of the later stages of integration. Although Li Peicheng is powerful, he is not his opponent yet.
Li Peicheng felt a cold murderous aura coming from behind, and he secretly regretted in his heart that if his opponent hadn't been too strong, and part of his true energy had been sealed, the blow that was so close just now would have destroyed more than just
The opponent's physical body was so simple. Now that he was seriously injured, his chances of escaping from the pursuit were slim, not to mention that the opponent had another person falling far behind.
The pursuit along the way took a long time. Although Li Peicheng had strong real energy, he was seriously injured and gradually became a little exhausted. Seeing that he was about to be chased by the purple messenger, a strange landscape suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a dazzling scene.
White light, white light stretches across space, stretching for thousands of miles.
If you take a closer look, you will see that the white light is composed of vortices one after another. Countless vortices are connected together to form a wave, followed by a wave, rushing in from back to front. As the waves pour in, the space is turbulent and twisted, as if there is
Lightning flashes.
Li Peicheng was startled and wanted to avoid this strange natural phenomenon immediately, but his intuition told him that this might be his only hope of escape.
Finally, Li Peicheng turned around again and pointed his gun at the purple-clothed messenger who was chasing after him, letting the surging white light behind him approach.
When the purple-clothed messenger saw the white light coming from behind Li Peicheng, his face changed drastically. He cursed in his heart. He could no longer care about the revenge of destroying his body. He shouted: "Boy, that is a space storm. Once you enter it, even if you are in the Mahayana stage."
Even masters cannot escape death. Get out of there quickly, as long as you hand over the colorful cloud handkerchief to me, I promise to let you live."
Li Peicheng was not surprised but overjoyed when he heard this, and said: "You can lie to a three-year-old child with this! You leave quickly, otherwise I will plunge into the space storm, and you will never get the colorful cloud handkerchief."
The messenger in purple was almost furious when he heard this, but he did not dare to act rashly at all, for fear that Li Peicheng would really jump into the space storm when he was desperate, and then he would really lose his wife and soldiers, and his body in vain, but
He didn't even see the shadow of the colorful cloud handkerchief. But if he was asked to let Li Peicheng go like this, how could he be willing to do so?
Seeing the approaching space storm, Li Peicheng felt the power of space tearing, and was really sweating in his heart. If the purple-clothed messenger did not compromise, what should he do? Fight him, or turn around and plunge into the space storm.
In a battle with the purple-clothed messenger, even if he is not seriously injured, the chance of winning is extremely slim, and it can be said to be close to zero now. Throwing himself into the space storm, according to the purple-clothed messenger, even the masters of the Mahayana period will not escape death. It can be seen that except for immortals, other people also hope for the same in life.
Close to zero.
A comparison between the two revealed that they were equally destined to die. Li Peicheng was heartbroken, took out the colorful cloud handkerchief, held it in his hand, raised it in the air, and said coldly: "If you don't make a decision, I will immediately throw the colorful cloud handkerchief into the sky."
Space storm."
"No, no, we have something to discuss, we can discuss it!" The messenger in purple waved his hands repeatedly, but his eyes were greedily staring at the colorful cloud handkerchief in Li Peicheng's hand, and his steps remained motionless.
"There is no need to discuss, please leave immediately!" Li Peicheng said coldly.
The Purple Messenger is not a simple character. He just left when Li Peicheng said he wanted to leave. What's more, he lost his body for this. If he can't get back the colorful cloud handkerchief, his status in the sect will plummet, and he may be killed one day.
The enemy has eaten it alive. He is bound to win the colorful cloud handkerchief!
The purple-clothed messenger looked away from the five-colored cloud handkerchief, stared at Li Peicheng and said: "Give me the five-color cloud handkerchief, and leave. I swear to the gods and Buddhas in the sky that I will never pursue you! The five-color cloud handkerchief will exchange for a life, which one?"
You can weigh it yourself."
Li Peicheng couldn't help but shed a little cold sweat on his forehead. He knew that the purple messenger and himself were both betting. Li Peicheng was betting that the purple messenger would let him go for the colorful cloud handkerchief today, and the purple messenger was betting that Li Peicheng would not accompany him for the colorful cloud handkerchief.