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The purple cloud sword bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and when he heard the sound of "ding", Ji Ze followed the sword and fled behind Wuye like a ghost.

A purple light slashed down, condensing the powerful magic power, and the overwhelming momentum of splitting the sky and the earth struck like an overwhelming mountain, and the layers of light curtains sprinkled instantly enveloped Wuye.

Wu Ye raised his eyebrows, and the twisting Buddha beads in his hand suddenly stopped, bursting out of his hand with golden light.

The Phantom Sound Temple's "Myoho-renge-kyojue" was running rapidly on Wuye's body, and with every drive, the surrounding golden light became a little richer, and the golden light became more and more prosperous, resisting the glow of the Purple Cloud Sword.

The magic techniques cultivated by the Phantom Sound Temple are generally for the purpose of refining the body, but on the contrary, the higher the level of body refining, the power of the "Myoho-renge-hua Jue" that is displayed should not be underestimated.

Wu Ye has an eightfold body of body refining, and with the powerful "Myoho-renge-kyoju", his defense ability is quite high.

The Purple Cloud Sword in Ji Ze's hand slashed several times in a row, but it failed to extinguish the golden light around Wuye, and the expression on his face was much calmer.

However, every collision between the Purple Cloud Sword and the golden light was accompanied by a deafening loud sound, and the two rays of light collided together, and the entire dense forest couldn't help but shake.

A higher layer of momentum swept out of the surroundings, cutting down the branches one after another.

Ji Ze's face changed, he shouted wildly, the magic power in his body instantly skyrocketed, and the terrifying aura blew up a yin wind again, sweeping everything around.

The power of the ancient witch clan, once driven, swept in all directions, desperately tearing apart the chaotic sky.

"Witch God Seal!"

Ji Ze placed the Purple Cloud Sword in the air, stretched out his right hand, and the spell mark slowly rotated in his palm. Then, with a flick of his right hand, he saw a surging spell mark, which was suddenly pressed down on Wuye.

Seeing this powerful witch god seal, like thousands of divine powers condensed together, releasing the power of ancient mystery, Wu Ye did not dare to despise it, his hands were folded, his true breath burst out, and with a flip of his palms, two golden rays of light exploded out of his hands.

Rumble!!

A violent sound resounded between heaven and earth, and the chaotic void continued to tremble, and the aftermath after the two forces were offset formed a turbulent current, attacking the two of them again.

Wuye and Ji Ze dodged one after another, and their sturdy bodies were not touched at all.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ji Ze threw out the purple cloud sword in his hand, and the sword that broke away turned into a spiritual light, lifting the layers of void barriers, and shooting through the golden light towards Wuye's front.

This Purple Cloud Sword was given by Mo Li, and Ling Zihuan's Longyuan Sword is a spiritual sword!

Wuye's body moved, a faint cold light escaped from the corner of his eyes, and a more and more intense purple light was reflected in his pupils, which was gradually expanding in his pupils.

He sealed with both hands, and golden light burst out of his hands again, and with it, he pushed with both hands.

"Great Dao Futu!!"

As the momentum skyrocketed, a Buddha seal with the word "swastika" ejected from Wuye's hand, and it seemed that thousands of gods were reciting the ancient mantra nine days later.

Bang bang bang!

The collision of the two forces bounced the Ziyun Sword out without any suspense, and a terrifying golden light formed a storm, shaking Ji Ze back five steps.

"You can cultivate the skills of the two sects of Dao and Buddha! It seems that I underestimated you!"

After speaking, a blue light flashed on Ji Ze's face, his eyes suddenly burst out, the green tendons on his forehead were also very obvious, and he put his hands together, showing an inexplicable gesture.

"The nine-character mantra of the Wu clan?" Seeing the mysterious spell mark clasped by Ji Ze's hands, a look of surprise flashed across Wuye's calm face.

The so-called nine-character mantra of the Wu clan is Lin, Bing, Fight, Person, Both, Number, Group, Front, and Line, each word represents the traditional meaning of the Wu Clan, and each word can contain infinite mysteries.

The arcane magic of the nine-character mantra is to form a powerful spell seal through the regular combination of the nine characters, and under the urging of magic power, the fusion power of the five characters is extracted.

When Ji Ze buckled the seal in his hand, the wind around him seemed to stagnate for a moment, but then it blew again, and the wind rose very frequently, as if it was driven by Ji Ze's magic power, producing corresponding changes.

"Bing...... He who...... All...... Group...... Before, the scorching flame - the day of the candle!"

The next moment, Thistle struck forward with his palm!

In a frightening moment, a sea of red fire suddenly filled the sky, and the rolling waves of fire one after another, with teeth and claws trying to swallow everything in front of them, and then turn into ashes.

Under the operation of thistle's magical power, the surrounding environment has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The giant hole in the sky that changed instantaneously was reflected red, like a hot wok, and then continued to shrink, staring at Wuye's slightly shocked eyes.

The flames covered their void like a carpet, but it still didn't stop, the air compressed instantly, and in just a few seconds, it wanted to drown everything in the flames.

Wu Ye felt his body feel hot for a while, as if he was in a furnace, but the exercises he was running greatly weakened the momentum of the flames.

He knew that if he tried to escape from this sea of fire now, then he would be in a situation of absolute passivity. At that point, the situation will be difficult to reverse.

He has been participating in meditation in the Phantom Sound Temple for many years, and his spiritual power is extremely strong, although he is in the vast sea of fire, there is still no fear on his face.

The momentum is magnificent, turning over the river and the sea.

However, Wu Ye knew that every second of this witchcraft was cast, it would greatly consume Ji Ze's power.

Seeing that Wuye had resisted the destruction of the sea of fire with his true breath, Ji Ze's eyes lit up, and he shot out a flash of light. Immediately after, his hands changed positions, and as the light burst out, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Infernal Tongue!!"

Suddenly, the sea of fire that turned over the river turned into a fire hell in an instant, and the crimson flames suddenly turned purple!

At Wuye's feet, there was a steaming firelight. When Ji Ze let out a low shout, more than a dozen tongues of fire rushed towards Wu Ye with grinning teeth.

The temperature soared again, and the heat wave rolled on the tongue of fire, and with a strange momentum, it rushed straight towards Wuye.

Seeing this situation, Wuye can no longer be passive. Once he was invaded by this tongue of fire, even if he had the eightfold body of refining the body, he might not be able to resist it.

I saw his eyes kick, and his face suddenly showed coldness. When the tongue of fire was about to bombard him, his hands were on the rosary, and then he suddenly used force to tear the rosary off, scattering the beads.

However, the beads scattered in the air did not fall, but stagnated in the air, as if they had been frozen.

At this time, Wuye shouted violently.

"Admiralty chanting Buddha!!"

Suddenly, the golden light of these scattered Buddha beads shone brightly, turning into a streamer of light, rotating rapidly around Wuye's body.

In less than three seconds, all the beads disappeared.

At the same time, above Wuye's head, a bell rang out. I saw that the golden light of the Dao was shrouded, and a huge golden bell protected Wuye.

Knock knock!

Tongues of fire erupted onto the golden bell, and between heaven and earth, countless bells rang.

This sound is by no means an ordinary bell in a Zen temple, but a sound that is released by the fusion of the dual powers of the gold element and the fire element, as if there is an invisible magic force that can destroy everything.

Ji Ze's body shook suddenly, and when he drove the Dao Tongue of Fire to attack Wu Ye, he was resisted by the golden bell, and the strong defense of the metal not only made his attack ineffective, but also bounced back a lot of power, and the backlash was given to Ji Ze himself.

The sky had darkened, and the interweaving of purple and golden light had suddenly eclipsed the world.

Ji Ze didn't believe that with his own strength, he couldn't hurt Wuye.

If he gives up attacking now, then Wuye will inevitably counterattack, and at that time, because he has been using the Flame Candle Heaven for too long, his magic power will inevitably be empty, and I am afraid it will be difficult to resist his counterattack.

As a result, Ji Ze's hands were separated, his figure flashed, and when the fire tongue attack had not completely stopped, he changed from a ranged attack to a melee attack.

In the blink of an eye, he flew in front of Wu Ye, and in the middle of the moment, he reached out with his right hand, and the Purple Cloud Sword, which had rested for a while, fell into his hand again.

The Purple Cloud Sword stabbed at the Wuye Admiralty.

When Ji Ze's magic power poured into the Purple Cloud Sword, the sea of fire under him seemed to be inspired, and all the flames around him, including the tongue of fire that was still attacking Wuye, all converged into the Purple Cloud Sword with a stormy momentum.

Originally, the purple light was gorgeous, but now it was a scorching red light, turning into a fire sword.

"Flame of Sword Rain!!"

Ji Ze shouted angrily, and the Purple Cloud Sword swung in the air several times in a row, sprinkling a fierce sword aura, but with a raging flame.

Obviously, this is a perfect combination of sword qi and flame fire to form an extremely powerful melee attack.

If Ji Ze is not properly controlled, it is very likely to explode on his body. Of course, Wuye, who is in Admiralty, is under a lot of pressure.

Wu Ye raised his eyes and met Ji Ze's cold gaze......

"In today's battle, no matter who wins or loses, no one else can be involved!"

Ji Ze understood the meaning of Wu Ye's words, and while he sprinkled the sword rain and flames, he responded: "Don't worry, I have always regarded Huan'er as my own son more than you! Even if I fight for this old life, I will protect him thoroughly! As for you, you are not worthy of being his father." You...... There is no meaning to exist!"

"Ahhh

As he spoke, Ji Ze let out a wild shout, and the magic power in his body skyrocketed for the last time, and the Purple Cloud Sword, which was covered by flames, had already shown an extremely terrifying state.

A pair of red eyes opened on the sword, looking at the world like gods.

Wu Ye's body shook, and the powerful sword rain flame had already wrapped him deadly, and the golden bell kept ringing and buzzing, indicating that it couldn't resist for long now.

"Hmph, Wuye, Wuye, do you really think that this Admiralty is impregnable? It's like, you are at peace for a while, can you last a long time? You have been choosing to escape for more than ten years, but you have never thought about how to face it! A scumbag like you should die!"

After saying this, Ji Ze's robe had already burst into flames, thinking that he had already been eaten by the flames of the sword rain.

It seems that this Thistle Ze is desperate and wants to win this battle!

Knock knock!

The golden bell finally burst, and Wu Ye's body was also surrounded by a huge sea of fire, and the Dao Dao Sword Flame pierced his whole body like the wind.

Wu Ye, who was in this situation, knew that Ji Ze was also the end of the strong crossbow, so he naturally would not give up easily.

His long hair fluttered, his hands jerked up, and the last bit of true breath in his body was running rapidly.

Through the layers of sword flames, Wu Ye looked at Ji Ze coldly: "You will never understand the tacit understanding between me and Mo Li, let alone my love for Huan'er!

"The Buddha's light shines!!"

Just as the sea of flames enveloped the two of them, a golden light suddenly shot out from the void, and a sense of divine tranquility filled a large area.

Two powerful forces collided together!

In the ears, I vaguely heard the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, the beating of wooden fish, and the ringing of golden bells, as if thousands of gods were above them, quietly overlooking.

However, among these ** sounds, there is also the sound of continuous explosions of flames!

When all the sounds suddenly disappeared, the world finally fell silent......

The divine power that shook the sky leveled the dense forest under their feet, and the dead trees and scattered broken leaves in the sky were like the end of life gradually withering!

Wu Ye and Ji Ze fell straight down at almost the same time.

The mangled body was slammed into the pit......

[PS: Regarding these two, there will be no follow-up in the text. This is their end, an escape, a bump, and finally a return to silence, the same is true of many prosperity in reality, right? If there is really a complete ending, it is estimated that I can only mention it in the outside world...... This is coming to an end, thank you friends for your support all the way, let's see how Zihuan should face the shocking puzzle?]