The man was rough and tall, one and a half times wider than Du Chuanchang, but he didn't look fat and bloated at all, but he was heroic, looking like a thick wall, but Yinchen always had a ridiculous feeling that the person's weight was not even comparable to Lin Xuanchen's sister. The man www.biquge.info the man was carrying a crescent-shaped box on his back, but it was clearly not a scabbard, because Yinchen didn't see any suspicious shape of a knife handle on the black half-moon-shaped box sticking out of his back, as if it was just a strange box. The man stood there silently with his box on his back, but there was a terrible pressure that was silent and enveloped every monk present.

"OMG, the Great Perfection of the Convergence Dao is really exciting, Du Chuanchang must be very excited, right?" Yinchen hid behind a square pillar, observing the situation on the stone platform with a cold little face, and he had already stuck out his tongue and raised his middle finger at Du Chuanchang in his heart. The purple-haired and purple-robed middle-aged man, although he gave Yinchen a very strange awkward feeling, the strange dark purple wind pressure that slowly rose on his body could not be faked, and what was rolling in the wind pressure was the unique coercion of the Great Perfection Master of the Convergence Dao.

Yinchen was vomiting in his heart, and Feng Lieshan's side finally stopped staring at each other and began to communicate at the very least.

"Who are you?" Feng Lieshan asked cautiously. He was calm on the surface, but in fact he was both fearful and anxious in his heart, and the biggest reliance behind him, Lord Wei Wuliang's Dharma Protector, was recovering at this time. When he broke into those halls before, Mr. Wei Wuliang was unfortunately injured, and he was recuperating with the secret elixir of the sect, and it would take another quarter of an hour to fight with people.

"Can the deity last a quarter of an hour in this guy's hands?" Feng Lieshan couldn't help but feel weak when he thought of this question.

"This immortal is a purple wind scattered people. The middle-aged man said loudly. His voice gave Silver Dust goosebumps. The voice was sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes a majestic male voice, sometimes a beautiful female voice, up and down, melodious and frustrating, as beautiful as music, and as unbearable as a brain-piercing magic sound. Feng Lieshan, who was facing him, frowned, but in the next second, no, just the next 0.5 seconds, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Purple Wind Scattering People?!!" he blurted out, not at all with the demeanor and composure of a distraction master. He exclaimed, instinctively taking two steps back.

"Not bad. I really didn't expect that after a thousand years, there would still be people who remember this immortal, and this immortal is the former master of the Purple Blood God Sect, the purple wind scattered. Zifeng Sanren half-raised his head proudly, his eyes looking at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, his nostrils facing Feng Lieshan. He suddenly opened his arms, forcing the monks surrounding him to retreat one after another, his body exuding a completely different aura from the divine skills in this world, and one after another purple wind blade-like air currents swirled up and down his body, as if it was some kind of tangible and qualitative wind pressure or simply Gangfeng. At a certain moment after he raised his arms, those wind blades somehow turned into beams of purple light and radiated, shooting out a series of tiny sparks on the transparent wind of everyone, making a "bang" sound. Silver Dust looked at him from a distance, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he heard something unusual from the words of the Purple Wind Scattered People. "A thousand years? How did he know that a thousand years had passed? The Purple Blood God Sect should have only been a hundred years since its collapse, right? How did he come to the conclusion that a thousand years had passed?" he thought as he subconsciously took out the black cube.

"Millennium? Joke! The Purple Blood Divine Sect has only been exterminated for a hundred years, how can it be a thousand years?" Feng Lieshan sneered, obviously he also heard something unusual from the other party's words: "Legend has it that the Purple Blood Divine Sect has vast magical powers, all of them are Yuanying masters, and their 'blood' power is unparalleled in the world. You're the only one, the last sect leader Zifeng Sanren, but a Dao'er, with mediocre strength, cowardice and cowardice, and can't even keep his wife and children, what qualifications do you have to call yourself an 'immortal' in front of the deity? Ha! I knew that it was you, the waste of the entire sect of the Purple Blood God Sect, so the deity wouldn't take too much care of it!" Feng Lieshan regained his self-confidence as he spoke, and consciously took two steps forward and returned to his original position, as if this would prove that he was not intimidated. In fact, his heart was still up and down at this time, and he was very scared. Purple Wind Sanren is known as a merger, but it is a merger that can win against the Yuanying master - the "Purple Blood Refining Soul Body Dafa" that does not cultivate the divine power of the Yuan Force is much more powerful than the normal divine skills of the same realm in terms of combat effectiveness, to put it bluntly, it is like the current silver dust, because the cultivation system is different, there are too many differences in combat effectiveness, and it is completely possible to achieve a leapfrog challenge.

Feng Lieshan, who understood this, was even more drumming in his heart, and his legs and stomach were a little cramped.

He was frightened, but unexpectedly, the purple wind scattered people didn't seem to answer his words at all, but continued his words very mechanically: "You wait for ants, but in the dust, in the muddy market, how can you know the detachment of the immortal avenue? Today, you have to wait for the opportunity to meet the heavens, leave the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, come to this immortal mountain, go up to the ladder of heaven, kill the same door, destroy the evil element, abandon the divine soldiers, break the relationship, and enter this temple and holy land, it is a great opportunity, a great blessing, a great creation, a great liberation, a great merit, and a great consummation......" He paused here as he spoke, lowering his arms, which may have been sore, "Naturally, you have to seize the opportunity." A leap in life, the difference between clouds and mud, such a good opportunity, must not be missed, but all wavering hearts, retreating intentions, are unacceptable!" he said, an ice-white finger firmly pointed at the tip of Feng Lieshan's nose.

"......" Feng Lieshan shook his head disdainfully: "Nonsense! If you just join the Dao, you dare to talk about the immortal path, and the old man Wei is also in the realm of the Dao, and the Venerable Sang (Sang Tianliang) is already in the late stage of Jindan! The deity has never heard the second elder mention the so-called [Dao]!"

He said coldly to the purple wind scatterer, but this time, as if they didn't hear him, they continued to say to themselves:

“...... However, the heavens cannot be exhausted, and the heavens cannot be exhausted. Not everyone has a share in this kind of opportunity to achieve the great road! Those who can get this opportunity are the only ones among them. If you can go through the test, climb the ladder to the top, and come here, you must have already cut off your own worries! You must also come from all over the world and have never known each other! Since the closest people can be killed, what else do you have to hesitate about? Between each other, but one side of the fate, only by fighting each other, can you achieve the great road! Come on! Come on! Come on! Two by two, one by one, conquer each other, use this platform as the platform, the immortal as the referee, fight and fight, there is only one person left, and that person can get all the inheritance, all the wealth, all the treasures of my Purple Blood God Sect, and finally become the Great Dao!"

As he spoke, the Purple Wind Scattered Man suddenly floated up, as if he had cast some magic on himself. With his big shoulders and round waist, he looked majestic and thick, and he staggered into the air like a hydrogen balloon, almost reaching the rocky ceiling above his head. He again stretched out his arms downward and made a gesture of encirclement, and said vigorously in what he thought was very passionate:

"Come on! Don't hesitate! Don't hesitate! Even your beloved can be slashed by the knife with your own hands, and all the doors can be slaughtered, all the chosen ones, look at the strange faces beside you, and think about what are the inseparable bonds between you? And what reasons are there for not killing each other? No! So why don't you and the chosen ones quickly pick up their weapons and catch and kill each other for the sake of the heavens?" (To be continued.) )