When that purple light appeared, the middle-aged scribe under the lake, who had an indifferent look, suddenly flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes at this moment.

The middle-aged scribe sat up from the ground for a moment, but then, the corners of his mouth showed a somewhat helpless smile.

"The purple qi came from the east, but it was contaminated with a trace of demonic energy."

"This little guy has to absorb the demon power of the old fox, it's good now, the ninth heavenly tribulation has passed steadily, but at this moment, there are a lot of changes."

"This purple thundercloud, but it's a demon ......"

In terms of cultivation, demon beast cultivation is the most demanding.

Before the transformation, they could almost only rely on the essence of the sun and the moon, and the aura of the mountains and rivers to slowly increase their cultivation, while human beings could cultivate various spiritual exercises.

The demon clan's young elixir, a high-level elixir refined by the human monks, can set off bursts of bloody rain in the demon clan.

The demon clan is rarely blessed, and it is often powerful, and it will always be so many races, just like the demon fox clan.

Demon ......

The demon clan is several times more difficult than humans.

This ninth heavenly tribulation, can this kid survive it?

The middle-aged scribe thought to himself, holding his chin with one hand and placing the other hand on his knee casually.

The fingers swung slightly, as if deducing.

"To shoot, or not to shoot......"

The sky was filled with purple, thunderclouds rolled, and the moonlight was obscured, but there was still a faint glimmer of light shining through the clouds on the surface of the lake.

All of a sudden, this originally aura-filled moon lake was extremely strange.

Ye Wuwu frowned.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when the purple intention appeared, Ye Wuwu felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to slow down.

In other words, it has become more stagnant.

Originally, it was enough spiritual power to circulate three thousand miles in one air, but at this moment, it would take several breaths to even weave an extra layer of protection on the body.

The breath was slow, and Ye Wuwu's expression became a little gloomy for a moment.

The sudden situation made him a little overwhelmed.

The spiritual power is still abundant, and the petals have not caused trouble for themselves, and their own sword intent is even sharper.

But right now, even mobilizing spiritual power is a few breaths slower than before.

In such a state, how can I stop this ninth heavenly tribulation?

What is this purple breath?

His hands were clenched into fists, a trace of blood spilled from his fingers, and Ye Wuwu's eyes showed a trace of anger.

If he really used his current state to meet this strange catastrophe, he Ye Wuwu had no doubt that he would have only one fate.

That is death.

and another backtracking after death.

All the pain and suffering that has been experienced has to be experienced again, and then stop again in front of this ninth heavenly tribulation.

Moreover, there is no evidence that events are exactly the same every time you look back.

This time it's a purple tribulation, and I can't guarantee that next time, it's a blue tribulation, a black tribulation.

There's also the Green Tribulation.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuwu suddenly smiled.

Imagine a green light slashing down from the sky and slamming it on top of your head, leaving your whole person green under the light.

Ye Wuwu covered his face with his hands.

It took a long time for him to exhale a soft breath.

The purple intent above had reached its peak at this moment, and that heavenly tribulation seemed to be about to fall at any moment.

Maybe it was a laugh, diluting a little dignified, but Ye Wuwu's expression was not gloomy at the moment.

Of course, he will not sit still, and at the dantian spirit platform, he is constantly trying to obtain spiritual power.

After all, the spiritual power is as slow as ink, and it travels all over the body, but it is extremely difficult.

Well?

Is it a delusion?

At this moment, the spiritual power in the body was inexplicably stagnant under the Heavenly Tribulation, but there was a power that Ye Wuwu had never seen before, slowly flowing on the spiritual platform.

Ye Wuwu was stunned for a moment, and then tried to mobilize that "spiritual power." ”

Moment.

In an instant, that "spiritual power" traveled all over the body.

Compared to the previous spiritual power that was enough for three thousand miles in one breath, it was several times faster.

Under this tribulation, that force did not seem to be hindered at all, but became more active.

A little bit of purple spreads.

Ye Wuwu suddenly realized.

He slowly raised his right hand and gently extended a finger.

Above his fingers, a purple flame suddenly appeared.

This is...... Demonic powers.

Ye Wuwu knew the answer in an instant.

Combined with the strange thunderclouds in the sky, Ye Wuwu still didn't understand.

This inexplicable purple thunder tribulation came from the demonic power that he had absorbed at the beginning.

Looking at the Heavenly Tribulation, whose aura was obviously several times stronger than before, Ye Wuwu could only smile bitterly in his heart at this moment.

Iniquity.

But there is always something to face.

The spiritual power is difficult to obstruct, so put it aside for the time being and ignore it.

Although the amount of this demonic power is much less than that of spiritual power, the power contained in this demonic power seems to be much stronger than spiritual power.

After all, it is the demonic power of the Great Demon of the Primordial God Realm, how can it be comparable to ordinary spiritual power?

Without the slightest hesitation in Ye Wuwu's eyes, he directly and frantically mobilized the demonic power on the spiritual platform.

A trace of purple lingered around Ye Wuwu's body, but a demonic vortex was faintly formed.

What are the consequences of the Terran monks using demonic power?

The answer is no.

Or rather, no one has ever tried.

No fool would do this if he didn't take the pure spiritual power that was good, but used the relatively mixed and violent demonic power.

In short, at this moment, Ye Wuwu himself did not notice the change in him.

In other words, at this moment, he is no longer aware of it.

The original flowing long hair has dissipated with the catastrophe, but at this moment, it is growing new hair at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that it's purple hair.

The nails of both hands are also unconsciously extended by a few inches at this moment, which is very weird.

Even Ye Wuwu's pupils at this moment were filled with deep purple meaning.

Above the center of the eyebrows, a purple cinnabar mark quietly emerged, even more bewitching.

If it is said that Ye Wuwu's appearance in the past did not look like a righteous monk, but like a person in the Demon Sect.

So at this moment, Ye Wuwu is like a shape-shifting demon.

It's a living demon.

Suddenly, there was a low laugh, and the voice was eerie.

But it was sent by Ye Wuwu.

At this moment, Ye Wuwu looked upward, stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes looked at the purple thunderclouds in the sky, and there was an undisguised contempt in his eyes.

The temperament of the whole body has changed completely, and Ye Wuwu before is like two people.

And the demonic power around him was so rich that it was almost substantial, and even ignited bursts of demonic flames out of thin air.

At this moment, Ye Wuwu's arrogance is several times stronger than before.

Can this really be called a foundation-building monk?

The thunder dragon roared, the purple clothes condensed, and finally all the thunderclouds converged into one point, and with the momentum of thunder, they smashed down.

A purple thunderbolt as thick as ten feet fell from the sky.

At this moment, Ye Wuwu's eyes were full of hideousness and madness, but with a sweep of his toes, he jumped directly from the surface of the lake, carrying countless demon flames around him, and went up against the thunder.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared between the two.

Silently, as if the figure had been standing there all along.

It was a middle-aged scribe.

The scribe's face was a little solemn, like a gentleman in the hall who was feared by all the children.

He stood between the Heavenly Tribulation and Ye Wuwu like that.

He stretched out a finger and lightly pointed it, and drank it in his mouth.

"Scatter."

The purple tribulation thunder that had been condensed for most of the day suddenly vanished.

Then he turned back and stretched out a palm.

Then, with a slap in the face, it was pulled out hard.

"Smack."

Ye Wuwu, who was at the peak of the demon flames, was slapped straight to the bottom of the lake, and there was no sound in an instant.

This slap is even more terrible than the catastrophe.