Thousands of purple lights shot out from the purple king pattern, and the purple halo almost filled all the space in front of him at this moment. At the same time, a change that surprised An Pingsheng finally took place.
Because, at this moment, he could clearly feel that an unprecedented movement had occurred in the soul storage pool in the royal pattern on his forehead.
He quickly immersed his mind into the king pattern and scanned it carefully.
I saw figures wrapped in purple-gold divine light in the huge soul storage pool. They were all ghosts that An Ping had accumulated throughout his life, and there were hundreds of them.
All of them have extraordinary strength and have reached the level of Qi training.
When these ghosts enter the soul storage pool, they seem to be controlled by a mysterious force. They continuously absorb the mysterious power in the soul storage pool one by one, and their bodies are covered with a layer of purple-gold divine light.
At the same time, there are wisps of purple light entering these souls one by one, causing the color of the souls to gradually turn purple.
This process seems to be quite long. Only two of them have truly completely turned purple. The rest are only partially purple. As time goes by, it can be predicted that in the future, the whole body will be completely purple.
Moreover, on their bodies, purple light also mysteriously formed armors one by one. These armors were quite illusory and looked like just phantoms, which looked very strange.
They all held weapons with very different handles in their hands, including knives, guns, and various weapons, all of which could be clearly seen.
Overall, it looks extremely sturdy.
At this time, the water in the originally peaceful soul storage pool began to roll violently. All the ghosts in the soul storage pool opened their eyes at the same time. In their eyes, bright purple light shot out one after another, showing cold expressions.
A strange passage appeared above the soul storage pool.
"Ouch!!"
All the fighting souls roared from their mouths, starting from the two fighting souls that had completely turned purple, their bodies rushed straight up from the soul storage pool and rushed into the purple channel.
The rest followed one after another.
"Death, you will definitely not be able to avoid my blood river. Even masters in the late stage of Dan Condensation have to avoid my blood river temporarily. No matter how strong you are, you will not be strong enough to have the strength of the Broken Infant stage.
"
Feeling the supreme pressure of self-reliance emanating from Zi An, Fu Pengtao also tried his best to activate the blood river while struggling to hold on, and rolled towards him ferociously. As long as he was rolled into the sea of blood, this would
Everything will end.
However, when the Blood River was less than one meter away from An Pingsheng, something unexpected happened.
I saw two burly purple figures in the purple light emitted from An Pingsheng's forehead, wearing unusually illusory battle armor. One held a war knife and the other held a war sword.
Very strangely gathered in front of me.
The purple-armored warrior holding the sword had cold eyes, shooting out a purple light that looked like substance, looking at the roaring bloody river.
The sword in his hand suddenly raised up, and he slashed it unceremoniously towards the blood river. With this slash, a ten-foot-long blade of light burst out from the sword, and struck heavily on the blood river.
"Bang!!"
The power of this sword was not inferior to a full-strength strike from a master in the late stage of Qi training. Moreover, the attack from the sword was quite condensed. It actually cut the blood river with one sword and trembled violently. The waves of blood surged and roared continuously.
It seemed like it was about to be defeated and scattered.
The battle sword in the hand of another purple-armored warrior also raised high and struck the river of blood with one strike.
This time, it was like the straw that broke the camel's back, forcibly cutting the blood river in two.
The attack power of a strongman is terrifying.
"Okay, okay, okay! I will serve as an accomplice to the tiger, I will turn the ghost into a fighting spirit, and the fighting spirit will turn into a warrior. Everything is under my control. Hundreds of purple-armored warriors will surge forward, invincible. Who can stop me!"
An Pingsheng couldn't help but be ecstatic. Finally, at this critical moment, his own innate supernatural powers showed a new form. These purple-armored warriors were not only powerful, but also absorbed the martial arts insights he had gained in the forbidden area. Their combat power was no better than that of a single warrior.
Normal monks are worse.
Even because of their fierce and fearless character and the solid defense of the purple armor, ordinary monks may not be able to win.
"What is this? Is it a puppet?"
Fu Pengtao looked startled, and was startled by the sudden appearance of the purple-armored strong man. The two warriors defeated the blood river with just one blow each, and their random attacks could be as powerful as practicing Qi.
Strong combat power in the later stage.
"Hmph, An Bohu, do you think that these two guys who are like puppets in the late stage of Qi training can stop me? You can't easily cut off my river of blood.
I’m going to decide your life today. Ning!!”
Fu Pengtao pretended to be disdainful, and squeezed the seal in his hand. Suddenly, he saw that the river of blood that had been cut into two mysteriously reunited and turned into a rolling river of blood again, roaring towards An Pingsheng.
"kill!!"
At this time, An Pingsheng, without any nonsense, gave orders to the purple-armored warrior with his mind.
Immediately, the two warriors immediately waved the swords in their hands. One struck at the blood river, and the other waved his sword and slashed at Fu Pengtao himself. The sword was as bright as practice and was extremely majestic.
With one slash, fierce killing intent swept out.
As a master of condensation, Fu Pengtao had a lot of magic weapons in his hands. A pair of blood hooks turned into a river of blood, and a blood streamer appeared in his hand. The blood clouds in the streamer rolled out, and condensed into hundreds.
With the sword in its hilt, he slashed at the fighting spirit overwhelmingly.
In one fell swoop, the purple-armored warrior was entangled in countless attacks.
"They are just two Qi-training helpers. Today I will tell you that the gap between realms cannot be made up by quantity. I am Ningdan and you are Qi-training, so you should just die obediently." Fu Pengtaosen
Said coldly.
To be honest, he was a little bit unprepared for the current scene. At first, he thought, just a mere qi-training monk, with his own ability, he couldn't catch it at his fingertips. How could he have expected that such a change would happen.
"Yeah!!"
An Pingsheng had the same mocking look on his face and asked a question.
"Mistgrass!!"
Even though Fu Pengtao was an alchemy monk, he couldn't help but utter a curse word when he saw the changes in front of him. His eyes were so straight that they almost didn't bulge.