The strength of the blood god is indeed powerful, and the purple high waves formed by the purple lake are so powerful that they almost completely destroy the surrounding environment of the blood god temple.

But the Blood God Temple where the Blood God is located is surrounded by a wave of blood energy, and the purple waves cannot break through this blood energy at all, and this is the power of the Blood God.

But when the terrifying and gigantic purple sword fell down, the Blood God's expression finally changed.

Zhuowen didn't pay attention to him, even though Zhuowen possessed the eightfold Taoism and the power of the sky, but he knew that it was not the power obtained by Zhuowen, everything was just a foreign object.

If he made a move, he could kill Zhuo Wen with one move.

But now, within this purple sword, there is a trace of the ninth level of Taoism that Zhuo Wen suddenly realized from the peak of the eighth level of Taoism.

Although there is only a trace of this ninefold Daoist will, it gives the Blood God an extremely powerful sense of crisis, which makes the Blood God have to be cautious.

At the same time, the blood god looked at Zhuo Wen in shock and anger. He really couldn't imagine how this child could comprehend the ninefold Taoism, which was beyond his expectation.

The purple sword is too huge. When the purple sword falls, it is like a huge purple waterfall pouring down from the nine heavens, connecting the sky and the earth.

Everyone around was dumbfounded. They were not fools, and they could all feel the terrifying destructive power contained in the purple sword.

And Taiqing and Yuqing looked at each other, and they both saw a touch of brilliance and sharpness from each other's eyes.

"Junior Brother..."

Lianmeng stood beside Taiqing, her heart beating wildly, especially after seeing that terrifying purple sword, she even felt a feeling of worship.

boom!

Under the attention of all the people, the purple sword landed in an instant and hit the sky above the Blood God Temple heavily.

The blood god didn't keep his hand anymore, he didn't care about the energy condensed in the purple sword, but he had to care about the trace of the ninefold Taoism contained in the purple sword.

"Blood type!"

The blood god let out a low growl, and a blood mist burst out from his body, and this blood mist condensed into a blood eye.

The bloodthirsty eyes were full of bloodlust, and then the blood eyes swelled instantly, and its volume was no smaller than the purple sword.

In the blood eyes, there is a blood flame that will never be extinguished.

Xueyan's whole body was suddenly enveloped and surrounded by blood flames, and then the blood flames spread in all directions, with the potential to burn the sky.

boom!

The purple sword landed and slashed on the terrifying blood flame.

The purple sword energy dissipated, like water splashing, overflowing in all directions, where the blood flames separated a blood path by themselves.

Zijian followed this blood path, and finally cut into the blood eye, and then there was an extremely ear-piercing and terrifying explosion sound, and the explosion continued to resound continuously.

Afterwards, the area of ??millions of miles of the Blood God Temple was turned into ruins and nothingness at the moment when the blood eyes and the purple sword collided.

An invisible ring-shaped air wave spreads from the direction where the Blood Temple is located. The speed is extremely fast, and it arrives in a blink of an eye. .

Some powerful monks used their own powerful defenses to block the terrifying blast from the impact. Even so, they were quite embarrassed by the blast.

Taiqing and Yuqing stood closest to the battlefield, but surrounded by purple mist in front of them, they easily resisted the terrifying air wave and the aftermath of the impact.

Taiqing's eyes became brighter and brighter, he stared closely at the falling terrifying purple sword, and there was a hint of enlightenment in his eyes.

Zhuo Wen's artistic conception of the ninth level of Taoism promoted by Zhuo Wen at the peak of the eighth level of Taoism, although there are not many, but to Taiqing, it is like enlightenment, and it is easy to understand.

For countless years, this is the first time that Taiqing has shown this level of enlightenment.

He has been stuck at the peak of the Eightfold Dao for too long, and the accumulation has already been enough, but it still seems to be missing something.

He knew very well that what he lacked was an opportunity, an insight, and an opportunity.

And this moment is the opportunity and insight he has always needed.

Zhuo Wen stood on the hilt of the purple sword, his eyes fell on the purple sword under his feet, and found that the purple sword had begun to collapse.

There is only a trace of the Nine Layers of Taoism, like a flash in the pan, fleeting, and he also knows that this trace of power cannot last for too long.

But after this trend of collapse spread from the purple sword tip to the hilt, Zhuo Wen's feet also collapsed, followed by his body.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen's body was covered with countless cracks, just like a broken porcelain bottle, which would shatter and collapse at any time.

Zhuowen knew that his time had come... JrNovels.com