Although the freezing time was short, it was enough for Zhuowen to retreat calmly.

The purple sword and the blood sword bombarded together again, and the purple and blood-colored sword light poured out, as brilliant and colorful as a rainbow, and then Zhuo Wen and the blood sword groaned, and each retreated thousands of feet. One step can leave extremely tragic footprints in the void.

Zhuo Wen stabilized his figure, staring at the violent purple rain around him, his eyes showed confusion.

But the confusion was quickly replaced by Qingming, and the purple rain reminded him of water drops in the underworld.

At the beginning, he relied on collecting the water droplets of the Yellow Spring, and finally condensed into the sea of ??the Yellow Spring, which was surging and endless.

"Accumulated water becomes a stream, and a stream becomes a lake!"

At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter. Suddenly, the purple sword in his right hand shook, and for a moment, the purple rain that was originally falling was stagnant in midair at this moment.

Then, Zhuo Wen's purple sword twisted, and for a moment, those stagnant purple rains suddenly centered on Zhuo Wen, continuously agglomerating and combining.

The moment a huge and boundless purple lake formed under Zhuo Wen's feet, a mysterious artistic conception burst out of Zhuo Wen's body suddenly.

Zhuo Wen stood in the center of the purple lake, his gaze passed through the purple lake, and landed on the blood sword in front of him whose expression changed drastically.

"Master, this is the last time I will call you Master. Although this is just a trace, I am sure this is the artistic conception of the ninefold Taoism you want!"

Zhuo Wen's calm voice sounded slowly in the center of the purple lake, then Zhuo Wen raised the purple sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the blood sword in front, then put the purple sword under the lake, and then swiped upwards.

Crash!

Purple Lake set off high waves that could submerge the entire sky. The high waves were too high and too terrifying. Many monks who looked up at the high waves all had their hearts beating wildly, as if their hearts were lifted with the high waves.

Then the purple sword fell, and the blood sword was almost powerless to resist, completely covered by this terrifying high wave...

After the huge purple wave submerged the Blood Sword, it poured down from a high altitude, and all of them fell within tens of thousands of miles around the Blood Temple.

The countless killers who were originally scattered around the Blood God Temple were caught off guard and were all submerged by the high waves. Their bodies collapsed and there were no bones left.

The huge purple waves poured down like an angry dragon, and instantly submerged the surroundings of the Blood Temple. The blood mountains that stood around the Blood Temple collapsed and shattered, and the ground was even sunken to form huge pits.

The Blood God looked at this scene with fury and shock in his eyes.

He has only seen the purple lake formed by Taoism in his life. There is no doubt that the power of Taoism in this purple lake is definitely more terrifying than the eight layers of Taoism.

"Nine levels of Taoism? Could this kid really realize the ninth level of Taoism?"

The Blood God quickly remembered what Zhuo Wen had said before, but now that the purple high waves had fallen, he couldn't allow the Blood God to think too much.

I saw the bloody hand in the depths of the blood god, holding the five blood guardians around him in one hand, and at the same time the other hand stretched out, deep into the purple high waves, trying to find the blood sword that was washed away by the high waves .

However, the blood god's face suddenly became gloomy, and he found that the moment his blood hand penetrated into Gao Lang, a strong impact force acted on his hand, making his blood hand stop involuntarily.

Moreover, the purple high waves contained extremely mysterious power, and the moment they slapped on the bloody hand, it actually caused the blood power on the surface of the bloody hand to dissipate continuously.

It seems that the purple liquid contains countless sharp blade lights, densely packed, cutting on the surface of the bloody hand, weakening all the energy of the bloody hand.

"Break it!"

The blood god snorted coldly, and the blood hand grew again, expanding from ten thousand feet to hundreds of thousands, or even millions of feet.

A bloody hand, like a dark cloud, covered the sky in this area.

However, at the moment when the bloody hand was so huge, Zhuo Wen, who was standing in the center of the purple lake, looked at the bloody hand indifferently, waved the purple sword with his right hand, and suddenly, the whole purple lake began to boil.

I saw that in the purple lake, countless purple liquids melted into the purple sword.

The purple sword rushed out, and in the process of flying, countless purple liquids gathered and began to expand continuously.

When the purple lake was completely integrated into the purple sword, the purple sword turned into a gigantic one million feet.

A purple sword covered the sky and the sun, and when the sword came out, the sky and the earth were gloomy, and the sun and the moon were dark.

With this sword, Zhuo Wen integrated all the traces of the Ninefold Daoism that bloomed into the purple sword.

This sword is definitely the strongest sword that Zhuo Wen has ever made in his life.

Pooh!

The purple sword was extremely fast, and suddenly swiped past the huge bloody hand, and then the bloody hand burst into a cloud of blood mist, which was chopped into countless blood clots by the purple sword.

Whoosh!

After the purple sword smashed the bloody hand, it was like a broken bamboo, and continued to plunder towards the blood temple protected by the blood god below. JrNovels.com