"This Wang Yan uses the soul secret technique, at this time, his strength is not weak, and his colorful spiritual power is also extremely domineering and difficult, presumably his cultivation spirit is bound to be good, this battle seems to be a little unpredictable. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Nian Meng'er's heart swept through this thought, her eyes were slightly cold, and her jade hand quickly sealed, and suddenly her two palms were wrapped in a purple film, exuding strong fluctuations.

At this moment, the rolling spiritual power roared out from Nian Meng'er's body, and that sense of majesty made Wang Yan on the other side frown, and he was a strong person in the God Realm, it was too strong!

"Humph!"

Nian Meng'er stepped out lightly, this space seemed to tremble slightly, her jade hands into palms, snorted coldly, and her palms were slapped with the power of brilliance.

Purple Shadow Palm!

Whew!

Nian Meng'er's palm was like the wind, and every time she slapped out of her jade hand, there was a rolling spiritual power that turned into a purple palm print, and in just a few breaths, I saw that the sky was filled with that gorgeous palm print, and then it was overwhelmingly shrouded in Wang Yan.

These purple palm prints containing Nian Meng'er's majestic spiritual power, each of them has the power of a peak cultivator in the Condensing Dan Realm, and at this moment, the palm prints are all over the sky, if you are unsettled, just looking at it, I am afraid that you will be scared.

However, even looking at the sharp palm prints that enveloped his body, there was no panic in Wang Yan's dark eyes, only to see that his right foot stepped lightly on the void, and his figure was directly swept out.

Whew!

The purple palm prints roared in the sky, and Wang Yan, who was performing cloud steps, became erratic at this time, as if there were afterimages emerging from behind him, and that terrifying speed was directly shuttled from that sharp palm print.

"How could he be so fast!"

Seeing Wang Yan's ghost-like speed, Nian Meng'er also had purple eyes slightly condensed, it seems that this Wang Yan has also cultivated body magic spirit skills, it is really interesting, a poor and remote soul fusion cultivator, not only has the dragon clan around him, but also seems to have a lot of secrets on his body.

"Huh!"

Wang Yan's figure passed through the purple palm prints in the sky, and then his fists were clenched, his eyes were cold, and above his fists, dazzling multicolored flames burst out.

"Take me a move Shadow Fire Fist!" Wang Yan snorted coldly, his fists continued to volley out in the air, only to see a series of colorful fire fists containing terrifying high temperatures, roaring out from his fists.

The colorful light fist tore through the sky, like a meteorite in the sky, drawing a gorgeous scenery in the sky, and shrouded Nian Meng'er fiercely.

With Wang Yan's current strength to unleash the Shadow Fire Fist, that kind of violent power can almost kill a Ning Dan Realm powerhouse with one punch.

"Hmph, this kind of temptation is a pure waste of time!"

Nian Meng'er looked at the multicolored fire fist that poured out like a torrential rain, and the fiery and violent fluctuations that permeated it also made her face condense, and then she snorted coldly, and her lotus arm was slowly raised, and then pushed out with a palm in a strange way.

"Buzz!"

As soon as Nian Meng'er slapped this slow and peculiar palm, the void in front of her vibrated violently, and it faintly turned into a purple phoenix about a hundred feet tall.

Rumble!

Nian Meng'er's powerful palm slapped on the huge purple phoenix, and the latter's phoenix body suddenly trembled, letting out a clear phoenix roar, and then turned into a purple mang roaring out, as if covering the sky and the sun, colliding head-on with the colorful fire fist in the sky.

Boom!

The two collided, and suddenly a monstrous spiritual power shock wave swept out, bringing a violent storm between this piece of heaven and earth.

"I underestimate you, I'll see how many times you can pick it up!"

Nian Meng'er's pretty face was cold, and above her two jade palms, there was suddenly a purple light in the sky, like a sea of purple hanging in the air.

"Purple Phoenix Strike!"

Nian Meng'er snorted coldly, and then her jade palm whistled out like the wind, and one by one the purple phoenixes that were hundreds of feet tall took shape, and then these purple phoenixes carrying the power of destruction all rushed towards Wang Yan.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

In the face of Nian Meng'er's amazing offensive, Wang Yan's eyes did not fluctuate at all, his body did not retreat but advanced, his fists were clenched, and the colorful light flowed above his fists, like a fist of shattered sky, domineering and incomparable!

"Drink!"

Wang Yan's fists came out sharply, and the air in front of him was torn apart at this time, and the faintly visible spiritual power was formed, and a multicolored fire fist of a hundred zhang in size burst out, and within that fire fist, there seemed to be a black light flowing.

Whew!

Xiong Liu, who was watching the battle not far away, also raised his head at this time, looking at the purple phoenix and the domineering multicolored fire fist that was roaring past with a shocked face.

The battle between the two powerhouses of the Transformation God Realm was too magnificent.

Knock knock!

The overwhelming and powerful offensive suddenly touched in the sky, and the fire fist and the purple phoenix collided fiercely, and then, the amazing wave of spiritual power exploded in waves.

The spiritual power wave set off a storm in the sky, and the storm raged, and in the dense forest below, large areas of ancient trees continued to turn into powder, and the ground was spread out with spiderweb-like cracks, and many of the ground collapsed directly.

Xiong Liu raised his head, and the entire sky was filled with colorful light and purple light, and as far as the eye could see, the night was like day.

When he saw this kind of battle collision, he also exhaled deeply, and once again he felt the horror of the powerhouse of the Transformation God Realm.

"Big brother!. Xiong Liu's palms were clenched, his eyes were like torches, staring at the two god-like figures in the sky, for fear of missing any details of the battle.

After a long time, in the sky, the fierce and domineering confrontation stopped, and then the light in the sky slowly dissipated, and the figures of Wang Yan and Nian Meng'er slowly emerged.

After fighting for so long, although the two of them were unscathed, the kind of powerful spiritual power they were agitating around them was obviously weakened a lot.

Nian Meng'er's upturned chest rose and fell slightly, her eyes stared at Wang Yan not far away with a slightly solemn gaze, her pretty face was cold and purple, she didn't expect that her previous fierce offensive still failed to defeat Wang Yan.

The latter's current strength is beyond her expectations, but this external force will eventually be exhausted!

Nian Meng'er took a deep breath, her jade hand slowly closed the seal, and her pretty face gradually became solemn.

"What kind of person I am in the sect, I have been bullied by you many times, it is really unbearable!"

There seemed to be purple rays rising in Nian Meng'er's eyes, only to see behind her, purple rays swept out overwhelmingly, and in there, there seemed to be a purple giant bell about 100 feet high, slowly taking shape.

On the top of the giant clock, birds and beasts are lifelike, just like real things, when they appear, even the air in the sky is crushed away, and the earth below is even more collapsed.

Wang Yan looked at this scene, and his eyes were also condensed.

As soon as Nian Meng'er's printing method changed, he slapped it out with one palm, and the hundred-zhang giant bell actually soared up, bringing up a huge shadow, and shrouded Wang Yan.

"Purple Bell!"