Chapter 133: The Power of Purple Demon Thunder

"Cross-domain teleportation array!"

Zhao Yi's eyes flashed brightly, but the teleportation array's spiritual power was dim, and it still needed a lot of spiritual power to start working again.

"Now always believe what I say."

Hong Ling glared at Zhao Yi, obviously a little dissatisfied that she was questioned by a young man.

"If you can inject enough spiritual power into me, this monster, I will help you stop it."

Zhao Yi smiled and hit the snake with a stick, just to let her settle this headache.

"you!"

Hong Ling put her small hands on her hips, and that angry look had a special flair. She had no idea that Zhao Yi was so shameless.

"Then I will thank you in advance."

Seeing Hong Ling nodding with some difficulty at the end, Zhao Yi laughed out loud, and a magic pillar immediately appeared in his hand, overflowing with evil spirit.

"This magic pillar..."

Hong Ling fixedly stared at the magic pillar in Zhao Yi's hand, the familiar evil spirit caused her eyes to fluctuate slightly.

However, she also knew that time was precious, so she didn't stay too long in the magic pillar in Zhao Yi's hand. She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and immediately looked at the ancient bronze mirror.

"Stop it!"

Seeing that Hong Ling was going to attack Gu Jing, Wu Batian's expression changed, and the halberd in his hand immediately shot out, with such terrifying speed, Wu Zong couldn't dodge even half a step!

"Your opponent is me!"

As the halberd flew, a huge magic pillar of hundreds of feet shot up into the sky, stood in front of Hong Ling, and cut off the halberd.

That magic pillar was so strong that it didn't leave a trace when faced with that sharp halberd's thrust!

"Although I'm not sure I can beat you, it's not difficult at all to stop you for a few minutes!"

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth raised slightly, and a pair of jet-black eyes were immediately entwined with purple light. The already dark sky was like night, and the light at the top of the sky was completely blocked!

"What's going on here? It can arouse the power of heaven and earth, but that young man is also Wuzong?"

"Impossible, at most he just used some means to bluff."

"No matter what method you use, it won't work in front of Lord Wu Batian!"

"..."

The discussion resounded, and they all looked at Zhao Yi with disdain, thinking that he was just playing tricks.

Wu Batian raised his head, he did not despise Zhao Yi like everyone else, he felt a trace of familiarity in the latter.

"This is... the purple magic thunder!"

Yan Zhirou's beautiful eyes were fixed on the top of the sky, the purple thunder flickering and jumping on the dark clouds, what else could it be except the purple magic thunder that Zhao Yi crossed before?

The purple magic thunder is so powerful that even a strong Martial Emperor touches it, and it will be wiped out in ashes.

Even Wu Tianchen, a half-step Wuzong, couldn't stop a purple magic thunder.

"Purple Demon Thunder? Are you playing with fire and setting yourself on fire!"

Wu Batian's complexion couldn't help but change, even if he was a real Wuzong strongman, he would not be able to withstand the purple magic thunder and walk around.

"drop!"

Zhao Yi's pair of pitch-black eyes were surprisingly calm, and as soon as he finished speaking, the thunder from the top of the sky immediately descended and bombarded Zhao Yi mercilessly.

The ground under his feet immediately began to fall apart.

"Brother Zhao Yi!"

Yan Zhirou's face changed, and just as she was about to rush out, a big generous hand stopped her.

"Don't worry, this kid won't do anything he's not sure about. Using Purple Demon Thunder to fight, I'm afraid there are not many people in the entire Wuji Continent who can do it."

The Venerable Demon Prison has already broken through, but the current battle is no longer something he can participate in.

"Roar!"

When everyone thought that Zhao Yi was blown into nothingness by the purple magic thunder, there was a low roar resounding in the smoke and dust, and a body wrapped in purple light rushed out from inside.

"clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron colliding, and the halberd in Wu Batian's hand was bent slightly by Zhao Yi's pressure. One can imagine how powerful that force is.

"Go away!"

With a low growl, Wu Batian shot out terrifying spiritual power immediately, and slapped the halberd in his hand with his palm.

The force of the shock directly bounced Zhao Yi away, and his body was directly mounted on a mountain peak, and a falling rock immediately rolled down.

"Is this the power of the strong Wu Zong? It doesn't seem to be as strong as imagined."

Thunder exploded, and Zhao Yi's body slowly stood up from the inlaid mountain.

And Zhao Yi's appearance at this time also began to appear in the eyes of everyone.

On Zhao Yi's body, like the god of thunder descending, purple arcs of lightning kept jumping from it, faintly, thunderous and turbulent.

After Zhao Yi mastered the innate skill of Zimolei, this kind of thunder power will not bring him any harm, but has a strong sense of intimacy.

Under the flickering thunder, the injury from the fight with Wu Batian was quickly healed.

"Crack, click!"

On the other side, Hong Ling's movements were not slow at all. She had cracked half of the original twelve stone statues, and the ancient bronze mirror placed in them reflected the luster of the battlefield.

"We can't delay like this any longer!"

Wu Batian immediately glanced at the position of the ancient bronze mirror, and found that the sixth-grade formation on it was almost broken, and his heart sank.

"Where do you want to go?"

Before Wu Batian took two steps, Zhao Yi stood on the ground again like a maggot attached to a bone.

before.

"roll!"

Being stopped by Zhao Yi again and again, Wu Batian's anger had accumulated to the limit, and the long halberd flew, stabbing Zhao Yi fiercely.

Even with the purple magic thunder body protection, they were stabbed with small holes one after another.

It is conceivable how powerful Wu Zong is!

However, Zhao Yi didn't intend to give in at all. He raised the magic pillar and turned towards Wu Batian fiercely. At this moment, the air exploded instantly.

"boom!"

Wu Batian raised one hand slightly, and the breathtaking magic pillar was instantly blocked, while the other hand was clenched into a fist, and the vast spiritual power was condensed in it.

"not good!"

Zhao Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and before he could make a move, a heavy punch had struck, as if even this space could explode in an instant!

"The purple magic thunder is the most explosive and powerful force in the world, and it is really a waste of money to put it in your place!"

"Wind Thunder Fist!"

Wu Batian punched Zhao Yi's chest fiercely, and the purple magic thunder on his body was shattered almost instantly, and his chest also collapsed at this moment.

"Is this the true strength of the Wu Zong powerhouse... It's a bit underestimated."

Blood gushed from the corner of Zhao Yi's mouth, his body lay on the ground, his breath became weaker.

"Haha! I really don't know where this kid got the courage to challenge our palace lord. With this move, even ordinary Wu Zong can kill him with one blow!"

A loud laugh sounded immediately, and countless people joined in. In their view, Wu Batian is a symbol of invincibility, and so far no one has been able to defeat him!

"Hong Ling, are you still okay?"

Zhao Yi stood up with difficulty while transmitting the sound, but Wu Batian almost shattered his bones, and it was simply impossible for him to stand up.

"Looks like I'm going to use that trick again?"

Seeing Wu Batian start to bypass him and walk towards the direction of Hong Ling, a bright red Lingzhu immediately appeared in his hand, emitting bursts of red light, and the evil spirit was soaring!

This is Zhao Yi's Blood Fiend Orb. He ate this one once, allowing him to temporarily have the strength to surpass Wu Zong and kill the Blood Fiend!