The demon emperor of all worlds

Chapter 382 The will of the sky, the battle of purple air

After finishing speaking, Hongjun didn't hesitate any more, and with a shake of his right hand, the primordial purple energy that had been noticed by countless gods flew out of his hand, and began to wander in Zixiao Palace.

"The purple qi is mine!"

"Go away, this must belong to me!"

The low growl continued to resound, and a Mingshendi couldn't bear the restlessness in his heart, and threw himself in a vain attempt to fight for the primordial purple energy.

However, before they could make a move, a vast will of the sky descended.

"uh-huh!"

The muffled groans continued, and one could see that a famous god's mansion was struck by lightning, and the whole person was sitting on the ground, unable to even stand up, let alone fight for the primordial purple energy.

"what happened!"

"Who is stopping me!"

Unable to move himself, a monk's face became extremely ugly at this moment. He looked up at the majestic purple air constantly floating in midair, but subconsciously looked at Hongjun's place.

After all, Hongjun seemed to be the only one present who could do this!

"It's not me!"

Regarding this, Hongjun was not silent about anything, and said calmly: "Under the way of heaven, follow the trend, whoever belongs to the primordial purple energy must be decided by the way of heaven, and it is not something you can fight for this time!"

Hearing this, the complexion of the whole audience turned ugly.

If you can't fight for yourself, doesn't it depend on luck?Fate!

But under such circumstances, there are no more than 2000 cultivators in the entire Zixiao Palace, but there are close to [-]. Under such circumstances, the chances of oneself wanting to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi are extremely slim!
"Look, primordial purple air!"

Suddenly, an exclamation resounded.

Immediately, the whole audience didn't care about what they were thinking, and subconsciously looked at the place where the majestic purple energy was.

After floating in the air for a while, it quietly came to the top of the red cloud, and kept wandering around without any intention of leaving.

"Damn!"

"How could this be!"

"Hongyun, how could it be him!"

Seeing this scene, everyone's complexion became ugly. The existences like Styx and Kunpeng in the right hand are all the existences of the first-class combat power in the prehistoric world, and the existences like Hongyun are even considered third-rate No, now they are actually loved by Primordial Purple Qi, how can they accept it?

Because of Dijun, Zhen Yuanzi had already broken off his friendship with Hong Yunen. Although Zhen Yuanzi would not do anything to snatch it, he would not help Hong Yun. Without the protection of a first-class powerhouse, even if Hong Yun got it I'm afraid the consequences of the primordial purple qi would be unimaginable.

And Hong Yun is also very clear about this point. Although he used a hypocritical attitude to let himself have the title of a good old man in the wilderness, and even monks would give him a little face in many cases, but he is also more clear. If you get it, those who are waiting for you will definitely die.

After all, he is not Hongjun's disciple, nor is he a top powerhouse. Maybe no one will do anything in Zixiao Palace, but after the third lecture, I'm afraid...

"No, don't come here!"

Roaring inwardly, Hong Yun's complexion suddenly turned ferocious.

For nothing else, Hong Yun is more of a realist than the so-called illusory chance of becoming a saint. He is more inclined to survive, and only by living can he have the possibility of enlightenment. Ziqi also has no effect.

It's a pity that the more he is like this, the more the primordial purple energy is getting closer to him, and it seems that it is about to enter the center of Hong Yun's eyebrows.

However, at this moment, a low voice resounded quietly: "Those who are capable of the primordial purple energy live here, when can this kind of waste be obtained!"

"Since none of you are willing to make a move, then I, the Wu Clan, want this thing!"

In the next second, the space was distorted, and Di Jiang's figure quietly appeared beside Hong Yun, ignoring the so-called will of heaven, and stretched out his right hand to directly grab Hongmeng Ziqi to plunder.

"not good!"

"how come!"

This scene immediately caused all the gods in the audience to show their eyes and burst into tears.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are not Red Clouds. They alone are comparable to the world's first-class combat power, not to mention that 12 people teamed up, and they can also summon Pangu's fleshy body. Once such existences get the Primordial Purple Qi, there is no possibility at all. sexual snatching.

The most important thing is that the will of the sky can't suppress Zuwu. This is absolutely beyond everyone's expectation, including Hongjun on the high platform. His expression is slightly stiff, and the coldness in his eyes rolls.

If there is anyone who does not want the rise of the Wuzu, it is definitely Hongjun, and even this kind of thinking is stronger than that of the Yaozu.

The deal between the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches has already broken his plan. The Twelve Ancestral Witches now have primordial spirits. If they get the primordial purple energy, they will definitely create an extremely terrifying saint by then, even if they are not Within his control, when the time comes...

"Big brother!"

Donghuang Taiyi's expression was a little hasty, and he looked at Di Jun beside him, holding the Donghuang bell tightly with his right hand, and was about to make a move.

There is no way, there is no doubt about the deadlock of the two Lich clans. If the witch clan gets the Primordial Purple Qi, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Yaozu. Hands-on destruction is the best choice.

Not only him, but also many divine mansions in the arena, and even Hongjun's eyes are focused on Di Jun at the moment. They all know that only Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are present on the scene who can stop Di Jiang, but Donghuang Taiyi also Emperor Jun's order is respect.

"No problem!"

However, unexpectedly, Dijun's expression at this moment was extremely indifferent, and he waved his hand to stop the Donghuang Taiyi who was about to move: "It's just a mere Hongmeng Ziqi, this emperor doesn't need it, if the ancestor witches of the Wu clan can get it That's their luck!"

"Moreover, there is only one piece of primordial purple energy. If I take it down, it will be difficult to distribute it among my monster clan. It will even be a time bomb. This emperor doesn't want to do such a thankless thing." !"

As soon as these words came out, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi fell silent.

Since Di Jun gave up the primordial purple energy, he naturally wouldn't confront Di Jun. Although he was puzzled, he didn't continue to say anything. Hongjun's slightly anxious eyes on the high platform.

Snapped--

At this moment, Di Jiang caught the majestic purple air with a slap, and ignored the red cloud with his mouth wide open and his face full of astonishment, flapping his wings behind him, and directly returned to the crowd of ancestral witches.

In the next second, the Eleven Patriarchal Witches headed by Zhu Jiuyin stood up and directly took Di Jiang under shelter, and looked at the gods in the temple warily, but their eyes were extremely excited!
The majestic purple energy, the foundation of enlightenment, is extremely important to the Wu Clan!
(End of this chapter)