Immortal Martial God Chapter 1829: Purple Fire

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The setting sun rattled its big fist and said: "The little furry boy now is really getting more and more ignorant."

"Lao Tzu, I will hit you today!"

The Wusheng believer dismissed him with a smile, and said: "I thought you were really good at higher planes. It's really not ashamed."

"That's okay, just let you see and see the talent of this young man's fire veins."

After all, this person raised his hand with a finger.

The high explosive flame power turned into a line of fire, which instantly hit the shoulder of the setting sun, and even penetrated the shoulder of the setting sun.

Puff!

A blood hole burst into the setting sun's left shoulder, and blood sprayed from the back shoulder.

"Hi..." Yuan Meng and Xiao Jun both took a breath.

That Xiao Jun said in surprise: "It's really dying, the setting sun is so powerful that it was penetrated by a finger!"

"Why, do you still feel that you are a human being?" The Wusheng believer had a grim face and smiled excitedly: "The feeling of killing a higher plane always makes me excited, hahahaha."

The setting sun looked dignified and looked down at the wound on his shoulder. Fortunately, his size was large enough, and this point of penetration was harmless.

"Is it fire?" The setting sun shook his shoulders, and then he arched his body, with low roars in his throat.

His front body and body turned red, like a human-shaped glass wrapped in a burning sea of ​​fire.

In this way, the body mass of the setting sun has greatly improved, quickly giving him the mass of a small star.

What surprised him was that the wound on his shoulder could not be repaired.

The Wusheng believer nodded slightly and said: "You are also considered the leader of the waste. Don't read it. The flame burning effect of my **** can't be repaired within a period of time."

"I’m not afraid to tell you clearly that after being burned by my flames, you must spend at least two hours working to drive away the residual fire element from the wound, but unfortunately, you didn’t It's time."

The setting sun shook his huge body and grinned: "It doesn't matter, grandpa will kill you now, and then slowly recover!"

Speaking, the setting sun immediately turned into a flame, rushing towards the Wusheng believers, and shouted: "Look at whether your fire power is stronger, or grandpa's fire power is stronger!"

The Wusheng believer said disdainfully: "I don't know how to advance or retreat."

After that, he slammed his arms out, and a pair of huge flame wings formed behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he rounded his arms and slapped forward, a pair of flame palms slapped together.

Boom!

As he patted his palms together, he immediately formed a flame pillar across the sky!

The flame pillar blasted forward violently, and slammed into the setting sun with a bang, and it was unable to advance half a step further.

This flame pillar will pass soon.

The Wusheng believer spread his arms and snapped his palms together.

Boom!

The second pillar of flame sprayed out, spraying on the setting sun.

The setting sun couldn't resist, and the whole person was thrown into the air by the fierce fire.

Yuan Meng and Xiao Jun were dumbfounded. In their eyes, the setting sun was a big deal.

"Hey." The Martial Saint disciple said: "Xiao Xiao Tianpin, dare to compete with me, I will use Martial Saint Sixth Layer, and kill you Wu Sheng Jiuzhong's waste!"

"This trick will kill you!"

"Intermediate Taoism! Purple Fire, Brahma Star!"

The person raised his right hand slightly, and a fiery red lotus rose from his palm!

At the same time, massive red flames continuously rose from his palm, and these red flames were continuously absorbed by the fiery red lotus.

Gradually, the fiery red lotus became purple!

"No, it's actually a middle-rank martial artist of Taoism, where did you learn this low-level martial artist!" Yuan Meng's face changed drastically.

"Save the setting sun!"

The lotus flower above the Wusheng believer's palm has completely turned purple, no longer absorbing the flame.

But seeing him pluck a purple petal from the purple lotus with his left hand, and pointed his finger at the flying setting sun.

The purple petals suddenly turned into a ray of purple fire, entwining his fingertips, and as he pointed it out, a purple line of fire ran across the sky!

So fast!

This purple flame is extremely astonishing, and its power is so powerful that it can easily reach a high temperature of 500,000 degrees!

The Bai Wudao who used to be in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm is of this level.

But now, such a terrifying temperature is actually released from the hands of a Wusheng Sixth Layer!

Yuan Meng has rushed again. He is going to save the setting sun, but his speed is far less than the speed of the purple line of fire. Seeing that the purple fire is about to hit the setting sun.

"Mirror of Light!"

Suddenly, Xiao Jun called out.

Two mirrors appeared in the sky, one in front of Xiao Jun and the other in front of the setting sun.

That Xiao Jun quickly stepped into the mirror in front of him, and at the same time walked out from the mirror in the setting sun.

He hurriedly hugged the setting sun and dragged it into the mirror. The two of them returned to the mirror and back out of the mirror where Xiao Jun was before.

But even this time, Xiao Jun was still a little bit procrastinated, and the purple line of fire rushed out between Xiao Jun and the setting sun.

After both of them came out of the mirror, they both felt hot pain in their chests. When they looked down, they both had a scar on their chests.

The scar spreads from the left rib to the right rib and extends out. The wound is in the shape of a concave semicircle.

The flesh and blood on this wound, even with a bit of ribs, was burned away!

"Do it!" Xiao Jun roared.

Yuan Meng's body shook, only to hear a buzzing sound from his body, and then, he was covered with a layer of iron-blue skin.

"Heh, earth veins?" The Wusheng disciple smiled coldly, and said: "Is a good opponent, the little Wusheng Eightfold, is actually able to summon Ghost Iron so skillfully."

"It's a pity, if you reach the third stage of the Heaven Tribulation and have the Nether Silver Body, I really can't do anything with you, but now, you are dead."

That Yuan Meng, like a bull, dashed towards the Wusheng believers.

The Wusheng believer dismissed it with a smile, took off a purple lace, and poked at Yuan Meng who rushed over.

The purple petals turned into a ray of purple fire, and a swish shot towards Yuan Meng's heart.

"Yuan Meng stay away!" the setting sun roared.

Yuan Meng looked at the oncoming purple fire, and his heart was shocked. He hurriedly resolved his charge and dodged barely.

Puff!

The purple fire aimed at the heart was let away by Yuan Meng, but it easily penetrated Yuan Meng's left arm.

The flame penetrated his elbow, leaving a penetrating wound the size of a gold coin.

"This..." Yuan Meng was shocked.

I have a physique as powerful as ghost iron! It was pierced by that person!

"Hahahaha! A bunch of trash!" The Wusheng believer laughed wildly: "In front of my god-level Huoma, you are not worth mentioning!" He took off a purple petal and said: " You and me are so close, see how you can hide it!"