Chapter 6142： : Bang!

The terrifying air wave was like an explosion of fireworks, the void collapsed directly, and the purple-haired man shuttled through the void like explosive gunpowder, heading straight towards Ye Wuque!

He actually chose to take the initiative!

The terrifying blood-colored flesh surging into scalp-tingling fluctuations, like a blood-colored sky pouring over!

A punch, a shock!

Just the turbulence that spilled out caused the pupils of the nine major refining gods who were limp below to contract violently, and their ears buzzed, as if their minds were about to split!

"How can... so strong?? He, he is clearly the first rank of Refining God! How can it be?" Shangguan let out an unbelievable trembling growl, completely stunned.

All the other Refining Gods were stunned, even Ji Xuan Ce's eyes were full of inconceivable at the moment!

To know.

They were all first-ranked gods before.

It is the existence that really set foot on this level, and naturally knows the power that this level should have!

But it is definitely not the power that the purple-haired man burst out at this time!

This is beyond their imagination!

Ji Xuance had endless thoughts surging in his heart, and he could feel a "brave and invincible" temperament from the purple-haired man, which was as pure and vast as a fire!

"His heritage, his breath..."

tear...

The purple-haired man came across with a punch, dragged the endless storm, and directly blasted the void where Ye Wuque was standing!

boom!

That void was completely exploded, and the space cracks were intertwined with black holes, submerging everything, spreading in all directions, and the fluctuations that spilled out directly swept out all the people of the Nine Crowns, the extraordinary Tiangong, and the Samsara Alliance. , One by one, the void coughed up blood, and his face was full of fear.

"Ye Wu Que!"

"You don't even know what real power is, I can kill you with one punch!"

The purple-haired man exploded with a sneering voice, with a domineering and abusive meaning.

"What if I let you slip into the Nine Dragons Huaxian Pond?"

"What if your combat power is even better?"

"The existence of 'Shenji' is a threshold that can never be crossed. In my hands, you only deserve to cry and beg for death!"

"Destiny?"

"Humph! But it's just trash!"

The purple-haired man's voice pierced the sky, revealing an inexplicable sternness and ferocity, like a gambler who resisted fate.

And his sudden, earth-shattering punch seemed to completely shatter the last hope in the hearts of all the souls of the God Organization.

Such a terrifying power has even surpassed the first-rank of several refining gods. No matter how strong Ye Wuque is, how can he obtain the power to match it in such a short period of time? ?

All the souls of the divine organization were saddened and hopeless.

And the five refining gods of the evil gods are even more desperate, they seem to be numb, and they are still immersed in the tragic end of themselves being abolished and reduced to "demon seed".

The brilliance dissipated, the cracks in the space raged, and the terrifying figure of the purple-haired man reappeared, and there seemed to be a murderous smile on his face under the mask.

But when he looked at the front of his right fist, his eyes suddenly narrowed!

In this void, there is no Ye Wuque at all!

Was directly beaten to ashes by his own punch?

"Um?"

Suddenly, the purple-haired man turned his head sharply and looked behind him.

There, the five-clawed white gold flood dragon that had been nailed into the void disappeared inexplicably!

Only the dozen or so nails that fell into the void remained.

The purple-haired man turned his head sharply again and looked in another direction in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly under the mask!

In a mountain cave, Ye Wuque gently put Xiaobai down, Xiaobai's terrifying body seemed to be light in Ye Wuque's hands.

Ye Wuque didn't shoot the purple-haired man immediately, but chose to rescue Xiaobai and temporarily send him to a safe place.

After carefully examining Xiao Bai's situation, Ye Wuque slowly exhaled.

Xiaobai is fine.

The purple-haired man nailed it into the void, seemingly disdain to kill it at all, just cut open Xiaobai's body and drank the dragon's blood.

Xiaobai passed out just because he lost too much blood, but now it has evolved dragon horns, the power of its own bloodline has been greatly improved, its vitality is extremely tenacious, and the time is not long, so it still survives.

With a wave of Ye Wuque's right hand, he directly took out a lot of healing pills and stuffed them into Xiaobai's mouth to help him refine them, and then Xiaobai's body shone with a faint brilliance, and it was recovering.

After doing all this, Ye Wuque stood up again, without saying anything, but turned around and seemed to look at the place where the purple-haired man was, his face was expressionless, his eyes were light, and then the figure disappeared directly from the place.

And the creatures of the **** organization also discovered the drastic changes in the void at this time!

The five-clawed white gold flood dragon, which was suspected of Ye Wuque's battle pet, disappeared inexplicably, and seemed to be rescued!

Who can save the five-clawed white gold flood dragon? ?

Doesn't that mean...

Thinking of this, all the creatures in the divine organization re-emerged with light and hope, but more of it was unbelievable.

brush!

The next moment, Ye Wuque's figure reappeared above the void like a ghost.

He still stood there, expressionless, as if he had never left, and he didn't seem to have changed.

The creatures of the gods' organization instantly widened their eyes!

"Ye Wuque! It's really him! He, he's fine!"

"The terrifying punch of the masked man, he actually avoided it??"

"How did he do it??"

Almost all of the three gods, including Shangguan, were full of shock and disbelief, because they really couldn't figure it out.

"I knew that you would definitely be able to do it, your strength..." Only Ji Xuance finally showed an excited smile in his eyes.

above the sky.

The purple-haired man and Ye Wuque faced each other again, facing each other.

At this moment, the purple-haired man's eyes under the mask seemed to have a terrifying ray of light!

"I was able to escape my punch just now. Although I didn't take it seriously, I have to say that your luck is really good."

"But, your luck..."

The purple-haired man's voice was as cold as ice, and terrifying fluctuations rippled around his body again. The fluctuations belonging to the "First Order of Refining God" were like a storm that overturned nine days!

"That's it!"

Tear...Boom!

The sky was torn apart, the storm swept across, and the purple-haired man broke out again. The whole person rushed towards Ye Wuque like lightning. The speed was so fast that it was even more ferocious than the attack just now!

It was still an earth-shattering punch, and the blood was surging, like a blood-colored star that collapsed, slamming into Ye Wuque's chest with unparalleled terrifying power!

Everywhere he passed, everything was cracking, and the terrifying space cracks followed behind the purple-haired man!

But what shocked everyone, including the purple-haired man, was that Ye Wuque still stood there, as if he was motionless as before, just staring at the attacking purple-haired man so coldly, his indifferent eyes did not show the slightest bit of indifference. Emotions.

Bang!

A huge roar exploded, and the sky and the ground were shaking!

But the eyes of the purple-haired man swayed slightly at the same time!

His body that was attacking like a storm stopped!

His right fist also stopped!

Because his right fist was blocked out of thin air by a hand!

A fair and slender palm grasped the terrifying punch of the purple-haired man!

It belongs to Ye Wuque's right hand.

An understatement, without the slightest hint of fireworks!