Before part of those purple vines could get close, they were turned into stone and disintegrated by the power of the stone flames in the Star Fire God's Disk.
But there was still a part of it that forced its way through the fire barrier set up by Zhuang Wudao, like giant snakes, entangled towards his feet and waist.
Zhuang Wudao was indifferent, paying no attention to it, and strode forward without hesitation. But after those wisteria entangled themselves, not only could they not restrain him, but they were torn apart as soon as they came into contact.
Zhuang Wudao's Bull Demon Yuan Hegemon Body was already incredibly powerful, reaching seventy-six bulls, but at this time, every step involved using part of the power of the Great Monument Slammer.
A single step often has the strength of more than twenty elephants. Although those vines are tough, how can they trap him?
Executing the Dragon Walking Tiger Step that he had practiced for more than ten years, Zhuang Wudao's body was like clouds and flowing water, seemingly slow but actually fast, approaching the purple locust tree.
Mu Xuan saw this in her eyes, but she turned pale with fright. In her desperation, she didn't care about the surprise, and directly cursed in a sweet voice: "Zhuang Wudao, are you crazy? Don't drag others with you if you want to die."
It was precisely because she knew how difficult the purple locust demon was that she never had any plans to attack the purple locust tree. Those vines were not only difficult to damage with a knife, but also had great strength that ordinary monks could not match. The branches and leaves were like
The blade, and the resentful soul of the purple locust demon envoy, is even more troublesome.
Even if she invites Dingjia Divine General, the most she can do is block the purple locust tree. She cannot really get within three feet of the purple locust tree and cut off its body. Once she is exhausted, she will be in danger.
Fire can overcome wood, and her Three Yang Fire Lin Jue is supposed to be able to restrain it. However, vegetation is constantly growing, and if you are not strong enough, you will be suppressed by the wood.
What's more, the physical strength and demon power of this peak-level Purple Sophora Demon are almost comparable to those of some second-level monsters.
The purple locust demon also seemed to be furious. Countless branches rustled, and its thoughts let out a silent howl, filling the area of thousands of feet.
When those wisteria trees rose from the ground again, dozens of them were entangled together, as thick as a bucket. They were whipped and whipped in the direction of Zhuang Wudao.
Zhuang Wudao finally narrowed his eyes, and suddenly hit the monument with a palm. In an instant, the huge power of the thirty-two elephants suddenly burst out, and when the fists stretched, it was natural that they had already used the sun-swallowing blood.
The ape’s ‘Shattering Mountains and Rivers’ fist intention!
There was a "boom" and the earth trembled. The wooden vines as thick as a bucket immediately collapsed and turned into countless fragments, flying everywhere.
The purple locust tree also let out a sudden cry, causing air waves to roll within a radius of several thousand feet.
Although the two girls Mu Xuanxinwei and Mu Xuanxinwei could not hear the screams and hisses of pain, they could sense it with their thoughts. It seemed to be really extremely painful, and the demon soul hidden in the purple locust tree trembled violently for a long time.
"Is this fist intention?"
Muxuan was stunned for a while, it was not unusual for her to have the intention of fisting. Many Qi-training monks had already mastered the meaning of martial arts early on.
However, it is extremely difficult for Zhuang Wudao to strike with his fist and directly damage the soul of the purple locust tree.
Just as the purple locust tree howled, more vines sprouted from the ground, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
And those ghosts completely fell into madness and swarmed towards Zhuang Wudao.
For a moment, the surrounding area around Muxuan was completely empty, and the danger was gone. Even the 'Nine Palaces of Heavenly God Thunder Flag Formation' had stabilized. The nine formation flags were slowly recovering.
Three hundred feet in front of the purple locust tree, there are huge vines as thick as buckets, which are constantly beating and hitting Zhuang Wudao!
Thousands of leaves fell like sharp knives, and those resentful souls were not afraid of death at all, and tried to get close to them despite the flame power of three thousand star fire butterflies.
Zhuang Wudao, however, had completely opened up the Magnetic Yuan Gang Qi around him, and took out the 'Magnetic Yuan Spirit Shield' from the Small Universe Ring. He was wearing two treasured clothes, which made it difficult to damage him with any sword or spell.
Those ghosts and resentments, even if they were lucky enough to pass through the flames, would be bounced away as soon as they got close.
Zhuang Wudao didn't need to worry about anything. He just fired out the big monument-shattering hand one after another. And almost every palm shot out was meant to break mountains and rivers, and contain the power to crack mountains and crack rocks. No matter what was struck one by one,
A vine, no matter how thick or strong it is, can be completely disintegrated and shattered! But under your feet it is as stable as a rock, unshakable. When you walk, it is like a giant stepping, shaking the earth, and forcefully tearing apart all the entanglements.
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Simple yet domineering, with an almost barbaric momentum, he approached the purple locust tree demon. Zhuang Wudao gradually concentrated his spiritual will and integrated it into the boxing technique, forming a round shape. With one palm, he smashed the monument,
The Shattering Mountains and Rivers bombarded out again and again. Later, even an ordinary fist fight would shake the Gangqi around the body. Those ghosts were often unable to resist, and were shattered one after another under the impact of the Shattering Mountains and Rivers fists.
It turned out that it was an easy journey, and they had already arrived fifty feet in front of the purple locust tree demon's body.
Mu Xuan was dumbfounded, almost unable to believe her eyes. The purple locust tree's huge power, which had steadily surpassed that of a monk at the peak of Qi training realm, was completely useless to Zhuang Wudao. It was simply crushing him. Although the stretched out tree vines were
It was tough, but under the shock of Zhuang Wudao's big monument smasher, it seemed like it was crushed into pieces. It was shattered piece by piece, completely vulnerable to a blow.
Those resentful souls are completely ineffective. With the two obstacles of the Star Fire Divine Butterfly and the magnetic force, even if there are hundreds or even thousands of ghosts, there is nothing they can do to Zhuang Wudao.
As for the thousands of fallen leaves, although each one is like a blade, to Zhuang Wudao, they are not even bitten by mosquitoes.
And in just the blink of an eye, Zhuang Wudao was close to twenty feet away again. He was getting closer and closer to the body of the Purple Sophora Tree Demon.
At this time, Zhuang Wudao finally spoke up and said: "I am unable to do what I want, please ask two fellow Taoists to help me!"
After all, it is a purple locust tree demon that is infinitely close to the second-level monster. Although Zhuang Wudao asked himself about his own skills, he can restrain this monster. He can walk in front of the purple locust tree and be safe and sound, and even escape intact.
However, if you want to kill this purple locust tree demon, you must have someone to help you.
However, Xin Wei did not need to be reminded. Ever since the "Nine Palaces Capital God Thunder Flag Formation" was stabilized, it has been gathering thunder power.
Countless heavenly divine thunders hovered in the sky above the flag array, and were reflected brightly by this small piece of heaven and earth. Until the divine thunder and lightning could no longer accumulate any more.
Xinwei formed a seal with her fingers and pointed towards the purple locust tree demon 700 feet away. Instantly, there was a series of crackling sounds and huge thunder, like a shining giant snake, entangled the purple locust tree demon's body.
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Countless branches were turned into charcoal in an instant. Even part of it was divine thunder, which spread to the main trunk of the Purple Sophora Tree Demon, making the tree demon's howl become more tragic and piercing.
Mu Xuan also woke up from a dream, clinging to the pair of purple and gold mandarin duck knives, following Zhuang Wudao's figure forward. Although she did not have the tyrannical strength of Zhuang Wudao, the shadow of the knife was sharp and she was also extremely fast.
When it flashes, it is as light as dancing.
"Disciple Muxuan, please ask Divine General Ding Chou to bless you!"
Behind Muxuan, a golden figure suddenly appeared. He was about seven feet tall, wearing fiery red armor, and also holding two swords. His face was hidden behind a red gold mask, and he could only identify it as a woman from the slim figure.
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Muxuan's figure suddenly became faster, and every time the sword flashed, a whistling sound was heard. It was so sharp that the vines were almost broken by the touch.
Gradually, the red sword shadows formed into one, covering a radius of thirty feet, like a huge red gold fire wheel.
"Pseudo Wushuang, Red Fire Wheel!"
The fire wheel rotated, and the red sword light swept almost everything. Mu Xuan's movement surpassed Zhuang Wudao in the blink of an eye, and wiped out everything within thirty feet.
However, he did not continue to attack the purple locust tree, but protected Zhuang Wudao's surroundings, completely clearing all obstacles in front of him.
The purple locust tree demon may have truly sensed the danger and completely fell into madness. Huge tree roots rolled up the soil and kept protruding from the ground. And the hundreds of resentful souls around them all gathered together.
Under the tree, he howled loudly towards Zhuang Wudao.
Zhuang Wudao smiled and accelerated suddenly. His fleshy palms also expanded again.
"Pseudo Wushuang, big cracked stone!"
It was a giant tree that was smashed in the air by the purple locust tree demon. The palms and trees clashed, and the canopy vibrated. Zhuang Wudao let out a muffled groan and was smashed ten feet away by the huge force.
But the Purple Sophora Tree Demon in the distance was blown away by a palm with a force close to fifty elephants. With a cracking sound, it fell sideways!
The Purple Sophora Tree Demon uprooted most of the tree roots to defend itself against the threat of the two men. The remaining parts were unable to grasp the ground under the huge impact.
A bright light flashed in Zhuang Wudao's eyes, and he had already grasped the Qingyun Sword behind him. The time had come, and with only one sword drawing technique, he could kill the purple locust tree demon that had collapsed with one sword!
However, Xin Wei had already seen the opportunity first, and the six flying swords of 'Red Liquid Gold' instantly merged into one and slashed into the body of the Purple Sophora Tree Demon.
Muxuan did not fall behind others, and her double swords changed again. The shadows of the thousands of swords that were cut out all shrunk, leaving only two red streams of light.
'Pseudo Wushuang, cut off the flow of water!'
The sword flashed out and transformed into thousands more. It chopped the body of the purple locust tree demon into pieces piece by piece. Finally, it merged into one and was chopped in the center of the tree trunk.
Countless green crystals were exposed and were crushed and disintegrated. The souls of those ghosts disintegrated one after another amidst the wailing sounds.
Under the continuous slashing, the purple locust tree demon finally became silent, and all the vines hung down powerlessly.
It wasn't until she was sure that the purple locust tree demon was completely dead that Muxuan put away the pair of purple and gold mandarin duck knives.
While taking a long breath, Mu Xuan turned around and looked at Zhuang Wudao with a strange expression. It was as if he had met Zhuang Wudao for the first time, and his eyes were still full of surprise and disbelief: "Uncle, the technique you practice is Niu Moyuan.
Tyrant body? What kind of palm technique was that just now?"