Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 1023 Taboo Existence
When the dark jedi was angry, the strange giant ax in his hand was billowing with black air, more powerful than before.

It wanted to kill Zheng Fan's body with one blow and devour his soul.

Zheng Fan looked at the giant ax in the hand of the Lord of the Dark Jedi, getting closer and closer to him.

The primordial purple energy circulating in his body continuously flowed towards the seven-colored long sword.

As more and more primordial purple energy condensed, the power emanating from the seven-colored long sword became stronger and stronger.

From a distance, the seven-color long sword seems to cut this world into two pieces.

The power is unstoppable.

The Lord of the Dark Jedi, seeing the terrifying power of the seven-colored long sword, frowned. He did not expect that he would underestimate this immortal cultivator in the combined realm.

Underestimation is underestimation, the Lord of the Dark Jedi is still not ready to stop, and continues to increase his strength to meet the strange giant axe.

When the strange giant ax billowing with black air collided with Zheng Fan's seven-colored sword that was stained with a lot of primordial purple air.

boom!
An earth-shattering voice sounded.

Even Tuoba Jiali and others, who were thousands of miles away, could clearly feel the huge roar coming from their ears, and their souls were trembling slightly.

Strangely, the giant ax and the colorful long sword only had one round of confrontation, so they didn't continue to fight.

The Lord of the Dark Jedi, eyes full of horror, said with a look of surprise: "You...you are the Desolate Race?"

It feels that only the strong of the Desolate race can possess such a strong strength when they are in the state of fusion.

Even powerful races such as the ancient, stone, and yan races cannot possess such powerful power and methods.

While the Lord of the Dark Jedi was thinking wildly, the sound of clicking, clicking sounded.

The huge ax billowing with black air, like a solid object, shattered and turned into a cloud of black smoke, dissipating in the sky and the earth.

When Zheng Fan heard that the Lord of the Dark Jedi was as beautiful as the previous nine, when he talked about the Desolate Race, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

He was very curious about what kind of existence the Desolate Clan existed, and why he had never heard of the name of the Desolate Clan when he was the Immortal Master Jiuxuan.

It seems that these two words have been erased by the history of the world of cultivating immortals and no longer exist.

Holding the colorful long sword in his hand, Zheng Fan came to the clone of the Lord of the Dark Jedi, put the colorful long sword around his neck, and said in a cold tone, "Tell me what the Desolate Race is."

The avatar of the Lord of the Dark Jedi felt the primordial purple energy around his neck, without any fear, instead he laughed and said, "So you are not from the Desolate race."

After he said this, his smiling face disappeared, and he became extremely terrifying, "I have already remembered the taste of your soul, and when I come out of the sealed place, it will be your death."

Zheng Fan said indifferently, "Let me ask you one last time, what is going on with the Desolate race."

The clone of the Lord of the Dark Jedi snorted coldly, not preparing to respond to Zheng Fan's words.

Zheng Fan chuckled, and gently stroked the colorful long sword towards the neck of the Dark Jedi Lord.

The clone phantom of the Lord of the Dark Jedi made tearing and tearing sounds.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the lord of the Dark Jedi with a ferocious expression, his eyes full of fear, "You...you dare to do something to me."

It originally thought that no matter how powerful Zheng Fan was, it would be no big deal to destroy his avatar.

It wasn't until now that the Lord of the Dark Jedi clearly understood that he was wrong, and his mistakes were outrageous.

This seven-colored long sword with majestic purple aura constantly disintegrated his own soul when it stabbed him.

Once this avatar dies, the chance of his resurrection will be prolonged for a long time.

Zheng Fan said indifferently: "You still have five seconds, if you don't say anything, I don't mind refining you."

The Lord of the Dark Jedi was really scared this time, and said, "I said, don't destroy my clone."

Seeing that Zheng Fan was silent, he nodded lightly, and then said: "The Desolate race has a long history, and it is said that they have existed since the beginning of the creation of the world of cultivating immortals."

"The Desolate race is very strong. Even a newborn baby's strength is in the realm of transforming gods, and the speed of cultivation is also very fast. As long as they are born, they will definitely reach the realm of refining the void."

"The Desolate Clan once ruled the world of cultivating immortals for tens of thousands of years. Then, somehow, they suddenly disappeared from the world of cultivating immortals, and even the records disappeared."

"Then how did you know the existence of the Desolate Race?" Zheng Fan said indifferently.

Since there is no record of the history of the Desolate race in the world of cultivating immortals, how did the Lord of the Dark Jedi know?
The Lord of the Dark Jedi swallowed hard, thinking about how he knew about the Desolate Race, he was still a little terrified.

"At that time, I was chased and killed by countless immortal cultivators, and accidentally entered a fierce place. While recuperating my body in the fierce place, I met a seven-colored sky-swallowing python. This seven-colored sky-swallowing python fought a battle with me. During the battle This king was defeated by the colorful sky-swallowing python, while walking around, he fell into the cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff, he found a lot of secret books and records of the Desolate race."

"After reading those secret books, I saw that these secret books are all for the youngsters of the Desolate race to practice. Only after they have successfully cultivated them will they be able to practice the real magical skills of the Desolate race."

"After I read those secret books, I became deeply jealous of the Desolate race. After I learned the secret books, I went up to the cliff and killed the seven-colored sky-swallowing python. Then we started looking for the whereabouts of the Desolate Race."

"I don't know if I don't look for it. After looking for it like this, I feel even more frightened in my heart. Such a powerful Desolate race has disappeared from the history of the world of cultivating immortals. There are only a few records in that secret book."

"And after leaving the fierce land, the words recorded in the secret book also miraculously disappeared."

Since then, the Lord of the Dark Jedi has regarded the Desolate Race as a taboo, a taboo that cannot be provoked even by death.

After listening to the words of the Lord of the Dark Jedi, Zheng Fan asked again: "Who sealed you here?"

He had never been to a Dark Jedi before, and knew very little about the Dark Jedi.

He actually came today, so he came to ask the Lord of the Dark Jedi what he had experienced.

When the Lord of the Dark Jedi mentioned who sealed him, his eyes were full of resentment, "I don't know who he is, he is wearing a green shirt and carrying a broken sword, and he just hit me like this three or two times. It's sealed."

Hearing the words of the Lord of the Dark Jedi, Zheng Fan was curious about who the one in the blue shirt and carrying the broken sword was, and why he had never heard of such a powerful being.

Why didn't he just kill the Lord of the Dark Jedi back then, but seal him here.

After finishing these words, the Lord of the Dark Jedi saw Zheng Fan lost in thought, and said grimly, "Death to this king."

As he spoke, black energy billowed all over his body, like a world-destroying demon king, launching a fierce attack on Zheng Fan.

(End of this chapter)