Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain. The team moved forward with difficulty, getting closer and closer to the Hall of Saints.
One thousand feet, nine hundred feet, eight hundred feet, seven hundred feet... one hundred feet! In front of you, the towering palace is clearly visible. As long as you rush through the last hundred feet, they can enter the Hall of Saints.
However, the closer they get to the Saint Hall, the richer the purple dust that permeates the surrounding world becomes, and the stronger the purple soul beast they face is.
"Nine Heavens, Illusion Thunder!" Luo Enen slashed out with another sword. The sword light was divided into nine, and nine thunders fell from the sky.
More than ten purple soul beasts in front of him turned into pieces, sprinkling blood mist.
The holy energy was constantly consumed, and Luo Enen's powerful sword was greatly reduced, while the purple soul beast that was rushing towards him became stronger. She could no longer directly turn it into nothingness as she did at the beginning.
The smell of blood spread, and the fierce and violent aura of other purple soul beasts seemed to be completely detonated. Before Luo Enen could put away his sword, he saw more than a dozen purple soul beasts stepping on the broken corpses of his companion, fearing death.
He rushed towards her.
Luo Enen quickly raised his sword, but couldn't help but stagger. Seeing this, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the purple soul beast opposite, and he rushed over quickly.
"Be careful!" The fat white man blocked Luo Enen's face and his long sword swept through him.
With a scream, he rushed forward to the other side of the body and head of the purple soul beast and fell heavily to the ground.
"Is it okay?" asked the fat white man.
"Thank you, it's okay." Luo Enen stabilized his body, took a few more Qi-replenishing pills, and said to the fat white man.
Fatty Bai didn't say anything more, and moved his feet, turned around and slashed back with a sword.
Putting aside Gu Fenghua and Ye Yunji, Zhong Lingxiu, the top nine-grade emperor saints, among the remaining people, Luo Enen's sword skills are the most magnificent and the power is also the greatest.
Ye Wuse's sword skills are the most powerful, but when it comes to the abundant and solidity of the holy energy, the fat white man is the most powerful.
At this time, not only Luo Enen, Ye Wuse and Fang Muyun were on the verge of exhaustion. Xie Youran, Fang Tianyou, Situ Yunqi, Jin Zhetian and others were trembling all over, but they were still relying on their will.
With a hard time, only Fatty White barely maintained her normal combat power and had the spare time to help her companions.
However, how long can he last if he rushes left and right and makes up for leaks?
Looking at the Saint Hall clearly visible not far away, Luo Enen and others were helpless, and they could more or less feel the unwillingness of Ye Moxuan's holy soul body when it was destroyed.
"It's you, it's you!" At this moment, a towering monster with a majestic aura blocked the front and roared at everyone.
The roar contained endless sorrow and anger, and endless hatred, which shocked everyone's souls!
The sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred! Luo Enen and others all changed their faces.
The majestic and ferocious monster suddenly appeared in front of him, the magnificent and ferocious face was the lord of the son-killing enemy with them, and the king of Zitian Prison.
This is not the first time they have seen Li Tian. In the past, the barrier of Zi Tian Prison broke, and they have also met it.
However, at that time they were in Wuji Holy Heaven, and Litian was imprisoned in the Zitian Prison barrier. Although they hated them to the core and wanted to break them into pieces, they were in vain.
But this time the situation was obviously different. This is Zitian Prison, the territory of the cracked sky.
The house was leaking and raining all night. I was already surrounded and attracted the siege of the siege, who had an irreconcilable hatred with them. How can I fight this battle?