Although this purple-robed person is a god-level professional, he is not necessarily the owner of the cemetery, and Art must also ask clearly before he starts, the lord of this cemetery is good at acting as a puppet, if it is really the lord of the cemetery, he must be more vigilant in this regard. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I, naturally, am the lord of this cemetery, why do you want to probe into my bottom?" The purple-robed man looked at Art in front of him with a smile, but he was not angry at Art for breaking into his cemetery, because it was the first time he had seen such an interesting person after living for tens of thousands of years.

As a god-level professional, after 10,000 years of precipitation, his heart has been unfazed, and this is the first time that a person has appeared in front of him and makes him feel amazing.

"Since the predecessors have preserved themselves in some strange way, it can be said that it is the continuation of life, why should such a cemetery be built!" Hearing the words of the lord of the cemetery, Art frowned, according to reason, the master of the cemetery who has a soul and a carrier should not be much different from a normal person, why build such a purpose!

Even if his body is dead, for a god-level professional, the mind is still retained and he can find other carriers that carry his mind enough to use as a body, in fact, strictly speaking, it cannot be regarded as death.

If we can't talk about death, how did this cemetery come about? Isn't it a curse to die early to give yourself a cemetery before you die?

"If you want to know this, I'll tell you all if you win me," the purple-robed man moved his muscles slightly, and his whole body crackled, staring at Art in front of him with interest.

"Whoosh!" Without saying a word, Art immediately turned into a streamer, and an extra Saint-level peak enchantment weapon appeared in his hand, turning towards the purple-robed man's neck.

He didn't think that he was doing this as a sneak attack, at best, he was just fighting a speed battle when this purple-robed man couldn't react, after all, it was this purple-robed man who said that it was okay to win him.

When he first came out of the Tower of Babel, didn't this mysterious purple-robed man give him a punch without saying a word?

The purple-robed man's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at everything that was happening in front of him, as if the speed between the lightning and flint was nothing in his eyes, just a finger stretched out and popped out, standing straight in the place where the blade would reach.

"Keng!" In the next instant, the blade and the purple-robed man's fingers collided fiercely, sparks erupted, and the huge force made the surrounding space distort sharply and shatter quickly.

"Hmph." Art snorted, his body involuntarily took two steps back, this slender finger seemed to be extremely fragile, but when the real weapon touched, Art found that this slender finger was like a pillar of heaven, and his strength could not pass one or two at all.

"This strength already has the level of the early stage of the god rank, it is really interesting to the extreme, I have never heard of any professional who can exert the attack power of the god rank when he is at the holy level, you are the first person! If you just break through the god rank, it is really possible to be cut by your knife!" The purple-robed man felt the force from his fingers, and was suddenly amazed.

However, he is not an ordinary god-level professional, he was considered a strong god-level professional back then, and his shell was created at a great cost, almost half of his wealth was used to build a shell, and now his body alone is a holy weapon.

How strong is the holy weapon? It is forged by a god-level professional who consumes a large number of materials and treasures and painstaking efforts, and it can only become a holy weapon after a thousand years of cultivation, and it is not something that a late-stage professional of the holy order can destroy at all, even if this late-stage professional of Zheng Jie can burst out of the combat power of the early stage of the god level, it is not enough to destroy the holy weapon.

However, after this incident, he was more interested in Yat's strength, and this boy who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, how far could he exert his cultivation and combat effectiveness, this really made him look forward to it.

Yate's eyes stared at the purple-robed man in front of him, his face was not very good-looking, although he didn't use his skills for the blow just now, but he had already used eighty percent of his strength, even so, it didn't hurt this purple-robed man in the slightest, what kind of terrible material is this purple-robed man's body?

He didn't think that this body would be an ordinary flesh and blood body, because even if it was a god-level professional, the limit of his physical preservation was about 10,000 years, and the body of this purple-robed man was obviously replaced by something else.

However, Art did not give up, because he can also use skills, the power of the Broken Moon Slash can instantly multiply his attack power by 10 times, if he uses ten percent of his strength in this situation, even the situation of the purple-robed man in front of him will not be better!

I don't know why, all the surrounding Holy Order puppets are dormant at this time, which saves Art a lot of heart, although these puppets are probably no longer able to harm him, but if you use skills to contain them, it will also have a certain impact on his speed.

It was already at a disadvantage, and if the speed was restrained again, then the result could be imagined.

The only thing Arte was worried about now was that if he and the purple-robed man fought tirelessly until the spiritual power was almost exhausted in the end, then these puppets would be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"I'm sorry, I'm not your match yet, so I'm going to borrow something from you. A glint flashed in Art's eyes, and a cold voice blurted out, and in the next moment, the blade in Art's hand swung and slashed at the sleeping puppets in all directions.

After being promoted, Arter, with the fusion of the spirit body, cultivated why it is powerful, even if the material of these saint-level peak puppets is hard, under the hands of Art, it is like a vegetable melon, one by one, and sometimes there is even a sword that swings out to cut off more than a dozen puppets.

After cutting off the puppet, Art put all the spars in the puppet's body into the Tower of Babel space, and soon Art killed more than 500 puppets, all in the blink of an eye.

This was something that could only be achieved by Art's ability to maximize the speed of the Dragonblade Guardian, and just after killing more than 500 puppets, Art's figure suddenly disappeared.

Only the purple-robed man was left alone in this room, staring at the clearing not far away. (To be continued.) )