Divine Soul Supreme

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“Xiaohei, how did the Black God break up again?”

On the broken bow, Zhou Wen gnashing teeth’s sound transmission asked Xiaohei.

I only listen to Xiaohei weakly replied: “I am also just an Initial Mastery sacred fire source. There are still many impure skills in operation, which is understandable! You can rest assured, do n’t look at the Black God, which looks very cold, But it carries the power of the sacred fire source, enough to navigate freely in the dark ruins. “

Zhou Wen broke his forehead in front of his forehead, and he really couldn’t believe this guy casually, it was too unreliable.

However, what Xiaohei said is right. Although the Black God looks terrible now, it does not affect its excellent sailing performance.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous explosion sound was sounded, and I saw that the small godship not far away was finally unable to withstand the horrible cannon flame of the sacred fire source and exploded completely.

Fiery-red’s explosive flames rapidly expanded like balloons, which moved towards all around.

Feeling the horrible high temperature of assaults the senses, Zhou Wen complexion slightly changed and quickly drove the Black God under his feet away quickly.

Over time, Zhou Wen could clearly feel that the Wushuang Lei Divine Formation, which was arranged around the Godship, was rapidly collapsing and weakening.

He sighed, knowing that this unparalleled mine Divine Formation was completely scrapped.

Thinking of the expensive materials that Divine Formation needed for Wushuanglei, Zhou Wen felt terribly painful.

Fortunately, he also has a copy of Divine Formation.

The endless flame gradually extinguished, and three silhouettes with bruises appeared slowly in front of Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen took a closer look and found that these three silhouettes were the statues of Long Pu, Hong Ling and Zi Yang.

The status of these 3 people is extremely poor, especially the 2 women of Ziyang and Hongling. Their anti-ancient astrology has completely collapsed, and their breath is weak to the extreme. If Long Pu supported them, they might have been swept by the dark market. Down the abyss.

Although Long Pu’s inverse ancient astrology is not broken, it is also extremely dim, which is slightly better than Ziyang and Hongling.

“The powerhouse against the ancient astrology Peak is really powerful. Under the horrible energy explosion of the holy fire source, it can still have the power of self-defense!”

Zhou Wen’s eyes narrowed. Although the power of the sacred fire source controlled by Xiaohei was not much, it was already scary enough.

Long Pu’s eyes are crimson, while he is supporting Ziyang and Hongling, while looking towards Zhou Wen in a murderous-looking manner.

“Little bastard, I really look down on you! Really didn’t expect, you actually have the power of the divine fire source!”

“But looking like this, you just have the fur, you can’t use the sacred fire source’s more powerful power! Now, I think you have nothing to rely on.”

Long Pu’s eyes were full of anger, and in his heart, chasing Zhou Wen was a very easy task, but didn’t expect, adding a lot of twists and turns.

This child must die to make him angry.

In his view, after losing the sacred fire source and Wushuang Lei Divine Formation, the young demonic cultivator in front of him is just the ordinary Peak Cultivator.

Although he was seriously injured, it is not with no difficulty to wipe out the rubbish of this cultivation base.

Zhou Wen’s eyes were dignified. Although Long Pu had been hit hard by Divine Fire Source and Wushuang Lei Divine Formation, his breath became extremely weak.

But Long Pu is, after all, the powerhouse of the ancient starlight Peak, much more powerful than him.

With Zhou Wen’s current strength, even if the bottom card is exhausted, I am afraid that it can only barely deal with the anti-starlight Early-Stage, and may not even be an opponent.

Of course, if you use the Divine Formation of Wushuanglei, Zhou Wen is still able to compete with the starlight cultivator.

“Little bastard, you will pay the price of your ignorance and stupidity, die!”

Long Pu’s eyes were cold, and he jumped up and rolled around the surroundings, moving towards Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen expression was calm, he thoughts move, and only the black god of the bow was broken, fast as lightning retreated quickly, and its speed was not weaker than that of Peak.

Although Long Pu’s cultivation base is extremely powerful, but he has lost the Godship, the speed in the dark ruins will inevitably be affected by turbulence, and he also has to protect the two cumbersome Hongling and Ziyang female emperors. His speed became slower.

Long Pu was anxious and chased Zhou Wen again, but the latter simply didn’t fight him close, and he couldn’t catch up with the Black God.

Zhou Wen, who stood on the bow of the Black God, his eyes became serious. Both of his hands robe waved, and a piece of the material of the Divine Formation of Wushuang Lei was waved out, suspended in front of him.

I saw Zhou Wen’s hands squeezing out one after another complicated seal, and the Lei Yuan’s formation diagram hidden deep in his palm even shone mysterious rays of light.

Under the blessing of Lei Yuan’s formation diagram, Zhou Wen arranged the Wushuang Lei Divine Formation in an orderly manner.

His technique is skillful and regular, like the flow of clouds and water, constantly improving the various details of Wushuang Lei Divine Formation.

Long Pu’s gasping for breath, the anti-ancient astrology guarding his body, also became more and more dim, and his actions were slower and more frustrated under the influence of turbulence.

He also found Zhou Wen on the bow of the Black God, which was constantly lining up, and an inexplicable sense of crisis swept over his heart.

“Never let him arrange this successfully!”

In an instant, this idea appeared in Long Pu’s mind.

He completely lost the advantage of being in harmony with the world, but fell into an extremely passive disadvantage.

If Zhou Wen were to arrange the Divine Formation, Wu Pu wouldn’t dare to imagine whether he could withstand Zhou Wen’s next terrorist offensive.

Long Pu struggled hard. He glanced at the Red Ridge and Ziyang Queens supported by him, and clenched the teeth released both of them.

Now he can’t control these two people.

If he couldn’t kill Zhou Wen quickly, he would be killed.

Losing the drag of Hongling and Ziyang, Long Pu is much faster and soon catches up with the Black God.

When Long Pu was about to leap into the bow of the Black God, Zhou Wen, who was originally in formation, suddenly opened his eyes, and the movement in his hand stopped completely.

He looked at Long Pu, who was getting closer and closer, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

“Not good !”

Long Pu felt bad immediately when he saw Zhou Wen’s mouth teasing the laughter.

He quickly changed direction and wanted to move away from Zhou Wen from the other direction, but found that Zhou Wen’s sleeve robe waved, one after another formation mark suddenly centered on him, moving towards all directions radiating out.

The rolling purple thunder is like dense raindrops, which is derived from the surroundings, filled with the whole space.

Long Pu hadn’t swept far, but was hit by endless purple thunder, screamed, and retreated involuntarily.

The fierce flash in Long Pu’s eyes, he looked at Zhou Wen in the center of the large array, and then rushed towards Zhou Wen roar.

He understands that his only way out now is to let go.

As long as Zhou Wen, the person who set up the formation, is killed, then this large formation will not break through.