Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 1021 Purple Thunder
The nine coquettish-looking women in short black skirts had never suffered such severe injuries before.

Even if there are injuries, they are only minor injuries that can be ignored.

They are monsters bred in the dark Jedi, and they can kill even the Immortal Venerable Transcending Tribulation, but they were severely injured to this extent by a young man at the peak of the fusion realm.

The leader, a coquettish woman, looked at Zheng Fan with cold eyes and a trace of fear, and said indifferently, "Who are you? Why did you come here?"

She felt that there was something wrong with Zheng Fan's identity, he should have come out of the strongest race.

Otherwise, there will never be such a strong combat effectiveness.

If Zheng Fan is really an evildoer who came out of the strongest race, not only can they not fight Zheng Fan, but they have to apologize to Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan listened to the words of the leading woman, and said indifferently: "Give me the Soul Gathering Grass, and spare your lives."

He didn't like wasting time, as long as the other party handed over the Soul Gathering Grass, nothing would happen.

The nine coquettish women frowned when they heard Zheng Fan asking for the Soul Gathering Grass, it was impossible to agree to Zheng Fan's request.

Because the meaning of their existence is to guard the soul-gathering grass, waiting for the resurrection of the dark Jedi master, and then use the soul-gathering grass to dominate the world of cultivating immortals.

"Kill!" The nine coquettish women knew that no matter how they talked with Zheng Fan, they couldn't make any sense, so they simply started again.

This time, when they were attacking Zheng Fan, they took advantage of the opportunity to activate the means in the enchantment formation.

hum.

A piercing hum sounded.

Immediately afterwards, in the enchantment formation, dense black hairsprings that were visible to the naked eye emerged.

Each black gossamer is like a powerful dragon, exuding terrifying coercion.

The moment the black gossamer emerged, it poured down towards Zheng Fan like heavy rain.

At this time, the nine coquettish women had rushed to Zheng Fan, ready to kill him.

Zheng Fan looked cold, looking at the dense black gossamer with terrifying power, as if it could blow up the whole world, he sneered and said: "Since you don't want to live, I will help you."

After he finished speaking, he poked his right hand into the void.

Immediately, the black gossamer that rushed towards Zheng Fan at a high speed stagnated in the void.

The nine coquettish women who lacked their right hands also stagnated in the void at this moment.

Their eyes were cold and stern, and they kept running the spiritual power in their bodies, trying to struggle out.

But no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't escape, as if there was an invisible cage that held them firmly.

"Who the hell are you?" The coquettish woman in the lead asked, although her voice was indifferent, there was a hint of fear, "Could it be that you are really a desolate race?"

The Desolate race is the strongest race in the world of cultivating immortals, but it has disappeared for tens of thousands of years.

Only the Desolate Clan has this domineering attitude. As for the Stone Clan, Gu Clan, and Yan Clan, they are all pediatric races in front of the Huang Clan.

Not even fit to carry their shoes.

It is said that the Desolate race has survived for tens of thousands of years, and it is impossible to know why they disappeared later.

If the other party is really a Desolate race, it doesn't matter if he dies.

But it would be a serious crime if it affected the timing of the resurrection of the Lord of the Dark Jedi.

Zheng Fan listened to the words of the leading woman, and said indifferently: "What race am I, you don't deserve to know."

After he finished speaking, Heisi, who was stagnant in the void and unable to move forward, backed up and killed the nine women transformed from black lotus flowers.

The nine coquettish women, who didn't even have the strength to resist, were directly submerged by the black silk, and their bodies and souls were blown apart, leaving nothing behind.

Clap clap clap clap.

After the death of the nine women, the sound of a series of beads falling into the water was heard on the black lake.

Zheng Fan watched the nine jet-black beads fall to the ground, and grabbed the void with his right hand.

The black bead that fell into the black lake broke through the water and flew towards Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan looked at the cumbersome words engraved on the nine jet-black beads.

With Zheng Fan's knowledge, he couldn't understand the words written on the beads, so it can be seen that the history of these nine black beads is far away.

However, Zheng Fan could still see that these nine black beads are the top materials for setting up the formation of enchantment.

And it is the top material for reciprocating use.

Stronger than Zheng Fan, there was a hint of joy at the corner of his mouth at this time.

He put the black beads into the storage magic weapon, and walked quickly towards the center of the black lake.

In the center of the black lake, there is a ten centimeter-sized medicinal herb with pale white branches and leaves.

This medicinal herb just grew quietly in the lake without emitting any strange light.

If Zheng Fan hadn't recognized the appearance of the Soul Gathering Grass, he would have thought that this herb, which was so ordinary that it couldn't be seen in the ordinary, would be the legendary Soul Gathering Grass.

Zheng Fan grabbed the void with his right hand, preparing to pull the Soul Gathering Grass out of the lake.

The soul-gathering grass seemed to be combined with the lake water, and under Zheng Fan's grasp, there was no fluctuation.

Zheng Fan frowned slightly, and simply stretched out his hands to grab the Soul Gathering Grass.

When he held the Soul Gathering Grass in both hands, he felt a majestic spiritual force.

This spiritual power is no less than his own spiritual power.

Zheng Fan gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull out the Soul Gathering Grass.

Boom boom boom.

Boom boom boom.

When Zheng Fan pulled out the Soul Gathering Grass, purple lightning flashed in the sky, ready to strike Zheng Fan at any moment.

Zheng Fan was calm, ignored the vision in the sky, and continued to pull the soul-gathering grass.

The purpose of coming here today is for the Soul Gathering Grass, if you don't pull out the Soul Gathering Grass, what's the point.

boom.

A purple sky thunder fell straight towards Zheng Fan.

When the purple sky thunder struck Zheng Fan, the primordial purple energy formed a halo of energy to resist the purple sky thunder.

Nine-tailed fox Qi Ling, looking at the vision in the sky, was nervous, "Master, there seems to be something terrible guarding this soul-gathering plant."

Zheng Fan said indifferently: "I don't care about any scary things, I will order the Soul Gathering Grass today."

While he was speaking, the spiritual power in his body kept leaking out, and he was about to pull out the soul-gathering grass.

The purple thunder in the sky gathered more and more when Zheng Fan increased his strength.

Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

One after another, purple sky thunders, as agreed, bombarded Zheng Fan every minute.

In just a moment, Zheng Fan's snow-like white clothes were chopped into ashes by the purple sky thunder.

If it wasn't for the primordial purple energy on Zheng Fan's body to resist, even if he was as strong as Zheng Fan, he would still be smashed into coke by such a powerful purple sky thunder.

Zheng Fan's expression was indifferent, his eyes were determined, and he continued to pull out the soul-gathering grass regardless of the pain from his body.

bang.

The Soul Gathering Grass was finally pulled out when Zheng Fan spent a lot of effort.

At this moment, a huge purple sky thunder that was more than two or three times thicker than a bucket in the sky also fell fiercely towards Zheng Fan.

(End of this chapter)