The purple flame burned blazingly, like a terrifying giant python in the sky, suddenly tearing apart the sky and crashing down toward Yue Wu Meng below.
Yue Wumeng's expression was solemn, and she moved her fingers continuously. A terrifying aura suddenly spread out from her body. The fire-attribute spiritual power in the space quickly gathered towards Yue Wumeng like a tide.
"Roar!" A thunderous roar came out, and a powerful flame dragon suddenly condensed from behind her.
The golden flame burned blazingly, tearing the sky and cracking the earth in an instant. The flame dragon, like a resurrected ancient beast, with unyielding fighting intent flowing in its eyes, suddenly rushed towards the menacing purple flame thunder.
"Fire tornado!" Yue Wumeng shouted softly, and her momentum suddenly increased. She opened her mouth slightly, spit out a few mouthfuls of Nascent Soul's original energy, and instantly merged into the flame dragon.
The flame dragon suddenly let out a shocking dragon roar, and quickly grew in size during flight, like a mountain range stretching thousands of miles. The head and tail were suddenly connected together, and they started to rotate rapidly.
The flame dragon rotated faster and faster. The fire attribute spiritual power in the space rushed towards the flame dragon as if it was summoned by some kind. A frightening flame hurricane quickly condensed out and suddenly collided with it.
On top of that terrifying purple flame thunder
A loud noise resounded throughout the world, and a ripple of flames rushed towards the surroundings like a stormy sea. The spiritual energy in the space immediately collapsed under the impact of the ripples of flames.
As if it was the end of the world, most of the sky collapsed, and the seawater rolled up hundreds of huge waves, instantly submerging Xuanjia Island.
"Fire Tornado, is this what Meng'er said, the lower-grade immortal technique?" Zhan Ziyang's eyes were slightly shocked. Although he had already guessed, he only knew about this technique after he truly saw the power of the lower-grade immortal technique.
Far beyond his imagination
The low-grade magical power is from the Shaking Rain Palace. When the first palace master ascended, he left behind a powerful magical power that is far from being comparable to the combat skills in the world of cultivation. It can only be used by true immortals.
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However, although low-grade immortal arts are powerful, they are very rare in the world of cultivation. There are only three types known to everyone. However, each type of immortal arts is extremely difficult to practice. Not only does it require that one's own attributes correspond to the immortal arts, but also must
Only those with immortal power can practice, but aliens are not among them. The power bred by the alien Zifu itself is already comparable to the quality of immortal power. As long as the attributes match, you can perform immortal arts.
This is also the reason why Lei Qin gave such an important thing to Yue Wu Meng. The attributes were not suitable and he could barely use it. Not only was it weak in power, but he was even prone to backlash.
At this time, Yue Wumeng was like the cold and proud fairy. When the waves submerged Xuanjia Island, she immediately jumped up, and with a change of magic in her hand, ten small black flags suddenly flew into the sky, following a certain pattern.
It rotated rapidly with strange patterns, spitting out thick black mist, quickly condensing into a huge black five-pointed star pattern, and rushed towards the purple flame thunder above.
At the same time, Yuewu Mengyu made a move with her hand, and the black flying knife with metallic luster immediately flew back to her hand. Infused with the power of the innate fire source, it spurted out a sword light that was about ten feet long, and was instantly excited.
shot into the sky
The Purple Flame Tribulation Thunder was like a ferocious giant python, swirling with bright purple arcs, tearing a long crack in the sky, and suddenly collided fiercely with the raging and rotating flame hurricane.
The flame hurricane immediately shook violently, shooting out large swaths of sparks and scattering them all around. The earth was impacted by the sparks, and patches of scorched black immediately appeared, and it was instantly melted.
However, although the flame hurricane is a frightening low-grade immortal technique, under the attack of this immortal thunder that is comparable to the Eight Tribulations Loose Immortal, it did not last long before being dispersed by the turbulent blast.
The purple flames surged, and after blasting away the hurricane of flames, they were so powerful that they shattered the huge black five-pointed star pattern in a burst of rumbling sounds.
The three small black flags among them immediately shattered when they were attacked by the purple flame thunder. They turned into pieces and fell into the void. The remaining seven small flags also appeared on them.
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A Zhen Sect magic weapon that was comparable to a quasi-immortal weapon was completely damaged like porcelain under the bombardment of the terrifying thunderbolt. The Black Wind Killing Formation also disappeared from the world of cultivation.
Zhan Ziyang looked at all this with a panicked expression. Although he had already prepared in his heart, the power of the eighth tribulation thunder was still far beyond his imagination.
"Meng'er, I won't let you be in danger!"
Zhan Ziyang's eyes instantly became sharp, and without any hesitation, he instantly activated the yin and yang power of Zi Mansion and poured it into the yin and yang holy sword. Like a rushing thunder, he rushed towards the eighth tribulation thunder.
However, the Purple Flame Tribulation Thunder, like surging lightning, suddenly hit the black flying knife with a length of about ten feet.
A burst of thunder suddenly spread thousands of miles away, and the sky shook like a war drum. The black sword light, which was about ten feet long, instantly collapsed under the turbulent impact of the purple flame thunder. The black flying knife
Like a shooting star, it suddenly shot into the sea water below.
"Poof!" Yue Wu Meng Tan opened his mouth, and a line of blood suddenly spurted out. Whether it was the black wind killing array or the black flying knife, they had been refined by Yue Wu Meng's mind. At this moment, the two magic weapons were severely damaged one after another.
, Yue Wu Meng also suffered unimaginable backlash.
If it weren't for her special physique and her body of innate fire source, which was far harder than ordinary monks, the terrifying backlash would have been enough to make Yue Wumeng explode to death in an instant.
After the purple flame tribulation thunder dispersed the blockage of the black flying knives, its power has been weakened by more than half. However, even so, it is far from being easily blocked by Yue Wu Meng at the moment.
Yue Wumeng's hair was disheveled and her face was pale. She glanced at her affectionately. Zhan Ziyang, who was rushing over to save her, showed a happy smile, like a fairy who has seen through the world. Zifu Fire Source
The power was running at full speed, instantly leaking out of the body and covering her whole body.
At this moment, Yue Wu Meng was like a beautiful elf born in flames. The golden flames burned her whole body and instantly turned into a bright golden meteor, quickly moving towards the terrifying eighth purple flame thunder.
Impacted
"Ziyang, if there is an afterlife, I am still willing to be your woman and stay with you for the rest of my life. However, I am seriously injured now and the power of Zifu's fire source has been exhausted. There is no way to survive this eighth tribulation.
Lei, promise me to live well..."
Yue Wumeng's eyes were filled with deep love, and she took a deep look at Zhan Ziyang for the last time. With a wave of her jade hand, the storage ring on her finger immediately turned into a silver light and shot toward Zhan Ziyang quickly.
Immediately, the magic technique in Yue Wumeng's hand changed, and her whole body immediately turned into a blazing golden fireball, which immediately collided with the turbulent impact of the purple flame thunder.
All this sounds long, but actually it only happened in a flash of lightning and flint.
"No... Meng'er, you can't leave me!" Zhan Ziyang's eyes were blood red, like a demon king from the Nine Netherworld. The power of Yin and Yang from Zi Mansion was like a pouring flood, crazily injected into the Yin and Yang Holy Sword.
The Yin-Yang Holy Sword immediately trembled, and a shocking sword chant resounded throughout the world in an instant. A sword energy that seemed to be able to destroy everything suddenly shot out from the Yin-Yang Holy Sword, suddenly tearing the sky apart.
"Yin Yang Storm!"
Two strands of yin and yang power, one black and one white, suddenly spun out of the yin and yang holy sword, and instantly intertwined together, like a terrifying hurricane of a hundred feet, suddenly slashing towards the eighth tribulation thunder.
"Boom!" The sky suddenly shook violently, as if it was about to collapse at any time, and cracks suddenly appeared within a radius of thousands of feet.
The yin and yang storm rotated rapidly, like a roaring dragon, suddenly blasting away the eighth purple flame thunder.
"Meng'er..." Zhan Ziyang looked panicked. After smashing the eighth tribulation thunder, without any hesitation, he rushed towards Yue Wu Meng, whose body was covered with cracks and whose breath was extremely weak, falling into the void.
"Meng'er, why are you so stupid? Even without the Tribulation Pill, I still have other ways to survive the tribulation. Why do you have to sacrifice so much for me?" Zhan Ziyang held Yue Wu Meng tightly in his arms and looked at her.
Looking at her face, she looked like a dying person, with a pale face, and her heart felt like a knife cutting her, and there were bursts of pain.
"Ziyang, don't worry about me. I'm very happy to have you by my side these days, but you shouldn't have barged in..." Yue Wumeng gently stroked Zhan Ziyang's face and gave a consoling expression with difficulty.
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"That's enough, Meng'er, don't say anything anymore. You will not be in any danger with me here." Zhan Ziyan's eyes instantly became extremely firm, and he kneaded with one hand to forcefully remove the injuries in Yue Wu Meng's body.
After suppressing it, he stood up instantly and looked at the robbery cloud high in the sky.
"Elemental Tribulation Cloud, today I will ask Zhan to see if you are really as powerful and inviolable as the legend. I do not allow dead people to change even the rules of the avenue!"
At this moment, Zhan Ziyang was like the God of War in the Nine Heavens. A heaven-shaking fighting spirit rushed out of his body in an instant and went straight to the sky. Suddenly, the calamity clouds stirred up and there was a burst of turmoil.