The tribulation clouds condensed, and Wei Chi Xing, who retreated to dozens of miles away, was very frightened, what kind of heavenly tribulation was this, it seemed to be more powerful than the Golden Immortal Tribulation of Yu Chi Xiang.

The purple-haired Luo Zhuo stood in mid-air, looking up at the gradually condensed clouds, his expression was still light and light, and the long stick was very casually resisted on his shoulder.

After a full quarter of an hour, the clouds were condensed, and the clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the day turned into night, and in the roar, the earth-destroying thunder fell from the clouds.

The purple-haired Luo Zhuo smiled contemptuously, opened his mouth and inhaled, and the endless thunder light actually entered his mouth and disappeared.

Wei Chixing's eyes widened, he could guarantee that he had practiced for so many years, and it was the first time he had seen such a strange thing, it was a thunderstorm, he had never heard of anyone who dared to devour the heavenly thunder, even the thunder god of the Heavenly Court of Dongsheng Divine Continent could not do this.

What is the origin of this purple-haired demon, he even dares to devour the Heavenly Tribulation, is there anything in the world that he doesn't dare to do? Wei Chixing was chilling in his heart, if it weren't for the arrogance of the Golden Immortal, he would even want to turn around and leave. The junior dies and dies, he is a golden immortal, and he has a great future, so he can't work hard for a few secular juniors with such a pervert.

What shocked Wei Chixing had just begun, and he saw that after the purple-haired Luo Zhuo swallowed a heavenly thunder, he opened his mouth and inhaled it again, and in the sky, the catastrophic cloud seemed to have encountered a flood beast, tumbling up, floating towards the sky, as if he was trying to escape, but no matter how he rolled, he couldn't escape the suction from the purple-haired Luo Zhuo's mouth.

The clouds of calamity in the sky turned into a funnel and entered Luo Zhuo's mouth, and it was endless, no matter how it struggled, it could not escape, and the heavenly tribulation that terrified all the monks turned into food when it came to the purple-haired Luo Zhuo.

It only took less than a quarter of an hour to completely disappear into the mouth of the purple-haired Luo Zhuo. The clouds of calamity in the sky were swallowed by him in one go!

The purple-haired Luo Zhuo pursed his mouth, and seemed to be a little disgusted with the bad taste of the clouds, but the next moment, his gaze fell on Wei Chixing's body.

The cold hair behind Wei Chixing suddenly exploded, and he sensed great danger in his heart, this danger was only seen in his life, and before he could think about it, the demon pestle in his hand had been sacrificed, and a heavy defense was laid in front of him.

At the same time that the purple-haired Luo Zhuo looked at Wei Chixing, his figure had disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already crossed a distance of dozens of miles and arrived in front of Yu Chixing.

The long stick was struck, and it collided with Yu Chixing's demon pestle accurately, with a loud bang, the first time they collided before, Yu Chixing had the upper hand, Luo Zhuo took a step back, this time they collided, and the figures of the two of them shook for a while, and they did not retreat.

Both of them did not hesitate to strike again, the sound of ping-pong was endless, and the two exchanged countless moves in an instant, all of them did not retreat, and the aftermath of the impact dispersed to the ground, and countless trees fell, a mess.

"This body is still too weak, and it is difficult to kill even a single heavy golden immortal, it is too embarrassing. It's a pity that you still have to leave a trace of the imprint to pass the law, otherwise it will be useless to destroy him with desperate consumption, but it's a pity!" the purple-haired Luo Zhuo muttered in a low voice, the long stick in his hand turned into thousands of lights and shadows, forcing Wei Chixing to retreat, and turned out.

"Let you go this time, and let me see you next time, I will definitely beat your parents so that they can't recognize you!" The purple-haired Luo Zhuo snorted coldly, his body flickered, and he was already a hundred miles away, grabbed Heicheng Wu, who was still watching the battle, and disappeared.

Wei Chixing breathed a sigh of relief and did not pursue, he was also under a lot of pressure just now, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the cultivation of this purple-haired demon, he was very sure that it was not a golden immortal, but his shot was fierce and tricky, not under himself, even if he continued to fight, he was not sure to win, and if it was not good, he might lose.

The purple-haired Luo Zhuo took the initiative to retreat, but it made him breathe a sigh of relief, when did the Wei Chi family offend such a tricky enemy, he had to go back to Yu Chishan first to ask for clarification!

Wei Chixing's figure flickered, and he also disappeared in place, returning to Chang'an City to have a headache How to deal with enemies such as the purple-haired demons, on the other side, the purple-haired Luo Zhuo took Heicheng Wu and had already arrived at the place where Zhuge Liuyun and the others were hiding.

"Luo Zhuo, what the hell is going on with you?" Heicheng Wu still couldn't help but ask, "Your cultivation, when did you reach this realm, you can actually fight with Jin Xian!"

"Don't talk nonsense, my time is almost up, if there is another golden immortal chasing after me, I can't deal with it, send you to a safe place first." The purple-haired Luo Zhuo said coldly.

Zhuge Liuyun and Zhou Yan and the others all looked at Luo Zhuo with purple hair and purple eyes strangely, and it was the first time they had seen Luo Zhuo in this state, but the cold momentum on Luo Zhuo's body made them dare not speak, even Zhou Yan, who had always had no scruples, looked at the purple-haired Luo Zhuo with flickering eyes, and forgot to ask.

After the purple-haired Luo Zhuo finished speaking, he looked at everyone and said, "Everyone close their eyes, no matter what happens, don't open your eyes, otherwise you will bear the consequences, and I don't care if you die." ”

After the purple-haired Luo Zhuo finished speaking, violent mana fluctuations appeared on his body, rolling clouds rose from under his feet, and as soon as everyone's eyes were closed, they heard the sound of whirring wind in their ears, but thinking of Luo Zhuo's advice, no one dared to open their eyes.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems to be a breath, it seems to be a year, the wind has disappeared, but no one dares to open their eyes, and after a long time, Zhou Yan, who has the most out-of-the-box temperament, finally can't help it.

"What the hell are you doing, Luo Zhuo, can you open your eyes?" she said loudly.

There was no echo, and Luo Zhuo didn't answer at all.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yan became impatient, she secretly opened her eyes a slit, but she didn't see Luo Zhuo's figure, but there were no accidents.

She dared to open her eyes, only to find that the place she was in was no longer the mountains and forests before, but to the seaside, blue sky, white clouds, sea water, and a slight sea breeze, somewhat like the seaside she went to when she was on vacation on earth.

Looking around curiously, the people around her were all standing there with their eyes closed, except for one person, who was lying on his back on the ground, who was not Luo Zhuo?

Now Luo Zhuo is no longer purple hair and purple pupils, but has regained black hair, his eyes are closed, he can't see the color of his pupils, his face is pale without the slightest blood, and his breathing seems to be seriously injured.

"Luo Zhuo!" Zhou Yan was startled, she ran over, helped Luo Zhuo up, and said loudly: "Grandpa, you can open your eyes, it's okay!"

As soon as Zhou Yan shouted like this, everyone opened their eyes, and everyone immediately saw Luo Zhuo, who was unconscious in Zhou Yan's arms, and they all surrounded him.

"Senior brother!" Zhuge Liuyun had already grabbed Luo Zhuo's wrist. Here his cultivation is the highest, in terms of medical skills, no one can compare with him, Zhuge Liuyun is one of the seven sons of Kunlun after all, there is a gap with Luo Zhuobi, compared with others, he is definitely a serious elite talent.

Just when Zhuge Liuyun checked Luo Zhuo's situation, suddenly the wind broke and several figures flew over from a distance and fell in front of everyone at an extremely fast speed.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?!" one of them asked, exclaiming. The momentum on that person's body emanated, making it a little difficult for everyone to breathe, and it turned out to be a late-stage immortal.

Zhuge Liuyun didn't care about checking Luo Zhuo's injury, stretched out his arm, and blocked in front of everyone, except for Luo Zhuo, he was the only one here who was in the realm of immortals, of course he had to come forward.

"We are merchantmen, passing by the precious land, lost our way for a while, and disturbed, please forgive us. Zhuge Liuyun arched his hand and said.

"Merchants, how can there be merchants here? Hmph, do you think I look like a fool?" the man snorted coldly, "Since you won't tell the truth, then let me all go back!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a huge palm appeared in the air, and as soon as the huge palm was clenched, Zhuge Liuyun was grabbed by the palm of his hand without any power to fight back.

The wind was raging, and everyone was captured by the man's spell, and all of them, including Luo Zhuo, disappeared. (To be continued.) )