Ye Gucheng gritted his teeth, trying hard to maintain his mental clarity, a pair of large ghost pupils, like a purple vortex slowly circulating, he moved forward step by step, towards the space outside the purple star pupils.

He was like a lonely traveler, wandering in the boundless space of the purple star pupil.

He didn't know how long he had been gone.

It's about a century old.

He felt that he had gone from a teenager to an old man, from black hair to white hair.

He saw a light ahead. It's an export.

Ye Gucheng used his last bit of strength, his breath was weak and unstable, he tore open the exit, and finally returned to the present world.

In the eyes of others, this trick only took two or three seconds, but Ye Gucheng himself experienced it for one or two hundred years.

"Huh? I actually broke you. ”

Shen Wufu was a bit of a surprise.

Ye Gucheng was panting, his head was covered with cold sweat, he still looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but his eyes were already full of vicissitudes and exhaustion that only an old man had.

Shen Wuyu sneered: "You are the first person below the level of a mad martial artist who can walk out of my purple star pupil space." But it's a pity that your mental power consumption has come to an end. You don't have the capital to continue fighting with me. ”

"Ice Pupil Thorn!"

The pupils of God's innocence, zero for a moment, switched states.

From the shape of a purple pentagram, it turned into an ice field, like a frozen pale blue film.

A spiritual thorn, with a chilly aura, struck directly towards Ye Gucheng's eyebrows.

It only takes 0.01 seconds to start.

Ye Gucheng was recruited. Second hit.

He felt a tingling pain in the center of his eyebrows, and his entire soul seemed to be in the cold ice of a thousand years, and he was paralyzed by the cold.

He wanted to raise his hand.

But I found that I couldn't.

Shen Wu sneered, and a purple star sword suddenly appeared in his hand, the sword body was dark purple, and the lines of stars were engraved on it. He raised his sword and threw it towards Ye Gucheng's body in the air-

"Die!"

The blade of the sword is pointed straight at the heart.

"That little ghost in the underworld is dead!"

"Look at him, he doesn't even have the strength to fight back, he is completely passively beaten."

"That's it, this is our Shen Wuxuan Senior Brother, this is the strength of our Qianyuan!"

"Kill all the contestants in the Netherworld!"

The disciples of the Qianyuan who were watching were all applauded by the gods, and they spoke viciously to Ye Gucheng, and their words were fierce, which was similar to a curse.

But at this time, the mutation rose sharply.

In front of Ye Gucheng, a purple-black gloomy aura appeared out of thin air, forming a wall, firmly blocking the blade of the Purple Star Sword outside.

The god changed color without delusion, and his hand pushed forward.

The Purple Star Sword in mid-air also pushed forward. The offensive was intensified.

The purple-black gloomy aura in front of Ye Gucheng is very strange, if you are weak, it will be weak, and if you are strong, it will be strong. Its concentration instantly became much thicker, and it wrapped around the Purple Star Sword.

"Boom-"

The Purple Star Sword trembled and let out a soft roar. It can be seen that it is violently resisting under the control of its main god.

But the purple-black gloomy aura is getting stronger and stronger.

"Click".

Broke the Purple Star Sword.

"How so?"

Shen Wuyu's face changed, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "Although this Purple Star Sword is not a good sword, it is also a second-order high-grade spiritual weapon. ”