Chapter 1906 Purple gas turns into purple mist, purple rain under purple mist
Zhuo Wen took a step slowly, as if shrinking to an inch, and passed by the man in blood armor. The divine sword in Zhuo Wen's hand was so fast that only a trace of the sword mark could be seen.
Poof!
When the blood-armored man came back to his senses, a crack had opened in his neck, and blood spurted out, blending into the surrounding blood flames, making it impossible to tell whether it was blood or blood flames.
Covering the wound on his neck, the blood-armored man's eyes were full of ferocious color. He flicked the spear in his hand, and countless blood flames rolled, turning into a huge and ferocious face. He opened his huge mouth and swallowed Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked at the blood-armored man strangely. He did not expect that this sword attack could not completely kill the blood-armored man.
"The true gods are different from the gods. They have mastered the power of the galaxy, and their vitality is much greater than the gods. Unless you have the power to destroy the galaxy, or completely annihilate the soul of the true gods, it will be difficult to kill this blood-armored man."
Lianmeng's voice suddenly sounded in Zhuo Wen's mind. When Zhuo Wen heard the words, he showed a look of surprise. It seemed that the gap between the gods and the true gods was really not that big.
At this moment, a ferocious giant face descended from the sky and instantly enveloped Zhuo Wen's entire body.
"The sun is rising!"
A deep voice slowly came out, and then a round of scorching sun suddenly rose, and the ferocious giant face instantly shattered, revealing Zhuo Wen's slender figure.
Zhuo Wen jumped up and slashed the surface of the scorching sun with his divine sword. Then the scorching sun was blasted out by Zhuo Wen's sword and flew straight towards the blood-armored man.
The blood-armored man did not dare to neglect. Zhuo Wen, who had comprehended the sixth level of Taoism, exerted extremely terrifying power. Even as a true god, he did not dare to have any contempt.
While the blood-armored man was dealing with the scorching sun, Zhuo Wen stepped on the void and instantly flew towards the peak killer of the gods who was entangled by the seven underworld killing points.
The speed blessed by the sixth level of Taoism was so fast that Zhuo Wen turned into an ethereal afterimage in front of the seven people, and then seven heads were thrown away.
In just an instant, seven Blood Temple killers who were at the peak of the gods died in Zhuo Wen's hands.
"We will be killed anyway and die together with this person!"
The peak killer of the gods who was severely injured at the beginning also saw the terror of Zhuo Wen, who possessed the sixth level of Taoism. He knew that except for the man in blood armor, there were almost no opponents for Zhuo Wen here.
The remaining twenty late-stage God killers also showed crazy looks, following the exposure of the Peak God killer.
They surrounded Zhuo Wen and then immediately self-destructed dozens of meters away from Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang bang!
The terrifying explosion swept through the entire blood-killing formation, and the strong wind could tear everything apart, tearing all the surrounding blood flames into pieces, and the blood-killing formation trembled violently.
Lianmeng, with Yin Yang Pisces, had to retreat to the edge of the blood-killing formation. Her eyes were slightly red, and she cried out sadly: "Junior Brother Zhuo..."
The blood-armored man spat out a mouthful of blood, resisted the scorching sun with difficulty, and hit the edge of the blood-killing array fiercely. He looked at the terrifying explosion in the center with ferocious eyes, and said to himself: "Isn't this kid still alive?"
However, just as the blood-armored man spoke these words, a wisp of purple sword light cut through the sky, penetrated the scorching sun that the blood-armored man was holding in front of him, and instantly pierced the deepest part of the blood-armored man's eyebrows, and penetrated through the back of his head.
came out and pinned it to the edge of the blood-killing formation.
"This...seven levels of Taoism..."
The blood-armored man's eyes showed fear, his eyebrows were pierced, and the soul inside was eroded and torn apart by the terrifying purple power in the divine sword. At this moment, his soul became in pieces and almost annihilated.
Zhuo Wen slowly walked out of the explosion. His whole body was filled with extremely rich purple energy. This purple energy was like the most dedicated guard, blocking Zhuo Wen from the surging explosion energy around him.
Zhuo Wen looked around at the surging purple energy, and his Taoist intention had now reached the seventh level.
Moreover, he discovered that after the Dao Intent reached the seventh level, a qualitative change actually occurred. This self-derived purple energy could be used both offensively and defensively, and was extremely powerful and terrifying.
Under the protection of purple energy, the surrounding explosive energy had no impact on him at all.
Zhuo Wen lowered his head and stared at the blood-armored man whose eyebrows were pierced. The blood-armored man stared at Zhuo Wen, but his body was lifeless. His soul was pierced by Zhuo Wen's sword, coupled with the terrifying power of purple energy,
The man in blood armor would never be spared.
boom!
As soon as the blood-armored man died, the huge blood-killing formation collapsed. The ninety-nine blood-colored pillars shattered into countless powders, and the blazing blood flames that existed in the blood-killing formation disappeared.
"The blood-killing formation has been broken, and this boy actually possesses the seventh level of Taoism..."
Outside the blood-killing formation, many monks watched this scene helplessly, their eyes full of disbelief.
The True God is a powerful person who controls the power of the galaxy. His vitality is much stronger than that of the God of Heaven. Even if a True God of the same level wants to kill the opponent, it is extremely difficult.
Even if the Blood Temple sends assassins to assassinate the powerful True God, they usually use this blood-killing formation to strangle. This shows that the True God is very difficult to kill.
But now, a mere monk in the early stage of the Heavenly God actually relied on a sword to break through the blood-killing formation, and also killed the true god who presided over the blood-killing formation.
"Seventh level of Taoism? Kill the true god?"
Jinghai's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes were no longer as calm and calm as before, and some were unbelievable.
"Is he really a monk in the early stage of deity?" Jinghai murmured in a low voice with complex eyes.
"Who is this kid? I've never seen him before!"
The blood-killing formation was broken, and many monks around began to inquire about Zhuo Wen's identity. Soon, the rumor that Zhuo Wen was Tai Qingsheng's disciple spread among the people.
"He is actually the new disciple of Venerable Taiqing. No wonder he is so terrifying and powerful. His understanding is also too terrifying. He has actually comprehended the seventh level of Taoism?"
After hearing that Zhuo Wen was Tai Qingsheng's disciple, everyone looked relieved, but more of them were surprised. After all, what Zhuo Wen did was really shocking.
In Taiqing Wonderland, no one has ever taken the precedent of killing the true god in the early stage of the gods, but Zhuo Wen broke this precedent.
Zhuo Wen fell to the ground, holding the divine sword, and his face was extremely pale.
The increase in the seventh level of Taoist intention is indeed terrifying, but the burden on Zhuo Wen's soul is still too heavy, and the Taoist intention in his body is still increasing, causing his soul to feel pain like needles.
Not only that, Zhuo Wen's injuries were also quite serious, and his whole body was stained red with blood, like a bloody man.
"Junior Brother Zhuo, are you okay?" Lianmeng came to Zhuo Wen and asked worriedly.
Especially when he saw that Zhuo Wen was now like a bloody man, Lianmeng's beautiful eyes turned red, and her voice was filled with sobs, and she said: "Junior Brother Zhuo, am I particularly useless? It seems that I have not been able to help him from beginning to end."
Zhuo Wen turned around with difficulty, stared at Lian Meng beside him, stretched out his right hand, rubbed Lian Meng's head, and said with a smile: "No, senior sister, you have been a big help. You are very powerful. In the future, after you gain practical experience, you will definitely be better."
He is a very powerful and true god.”
This time, Lianmeng did not refuse Zhuo Wen to touch her head. She just lowered her head, but her eyes showed determination. She must practice seriously in the future and never hold others back again.
However, Zhuo Wen's right hand quickly froze because a disembodied voice suddenly came from his mind.
This voice was not unfamiliar to him, because the owner of this voice was his master Taiqing.
"Zhuowen, do you want to feel the power of Xu Tian? When the power of Xu Tian and Dao are combined, don't you want to see the power that can be produced?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes showed confusion. He took back his right hand and silently looked at the blood-stained right hand. He silently said in his heart: "The power of Xu Tian?"
"Zhuowen, this is the last thing I can do for you. When your Dao intention reaches the eighth level, the power of Xutian in the Dao intention crystal will be completely passed on to you. Do you want to feel it? Now
You still have a choice."
"Although your Dao intention has forcibly rushed to the seventh level, I can still stop it as a teacher, and you will not lose your mind. Your vitality can still be sustained for a while."
"But when the Dao intention completely reaches the eighth level, Xu Tian's power will burst out. It is already an uncontrollable force. You can only be forced to forcibly comprehend the ninth level Dao intention, and a trace of the ninth level Dao's artistic conception will bloom."
Taiqing's voice was still ethereal, and it was impossible to tell where the voice came from, but Zhuo Wen knew that Taiqing must be looking at him at this moment, and he was also waiting for Zhuo Wen's decision.
Lianmeng noticed that Zhuo Wen had withdrawn his right hand, and couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Zhuo Wen doubtfully.
"The power of Xutian, the artistic conception of Jiuzhong..."
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, but with a fiery look in his eyes, he said: "Those who hear the Tao live and die day by day; embarking on the journey of cultivation, isn't it just to pursue the peak?"
"Everyone is mortal. If you can see the peak power and mysterious artistic conception before you die, what regrets will there be in death?"
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head, and the purple energy around him suddenly boiled, like a hurricane, becoming extremely violent.
Lianmeng was caught off guard and was affected by the sudden boiling purple energy, and could not help but retreat thousands of meters away.
boom!
The purple air rose into the sky and turned into a purple storm. The moment the purple storm swept up into the sky, it began to condense into a hazy purple mist.
The purple mist surged slowly, and then purple raindrops actually condensed inside the purple mist.
Purple rain fell on Zhuo Wen's body, slowly turning into a purple stream. A mysterious aura filled Zhuo Wen's body. It was as if at this moment, Zhuo Wen was like an immortal descended from the earth, and his immortal charm was as high as the sky.
"Purple gas turns into purple mist, and purple mist brings purple rain! Is this... is this the legendary eighth level of Taoism?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure shrouded in purple rain. At this moment, everyone's breathing seemed to have stopped, and they could even hear their rapid heartbeats.
Jinghai's heart was even more turbulent and it was difficult to calm down.
"The power of Xutian..."
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head. In the purple mist above, a purple dragon kept walking and passing through. Then a dragon roar fell vertically and poured into Zhuo Wen's body. At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes were dyed purple.