Cult of the Sacred Runes

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"It's unbelievable. By relying on your own strength, you can even explode such a terrible power. Even if you don't compare it with the ruler, you don't feel weak!" Ye Wei looked at the purple whirlwind. Surging like a real wind blade, the eyes flashed with a shimmering light.

"The power of the black fog has made me stronger than the ten-star powerhouse, but the power of the black fog is unable to display magical power. At present, the only magical power that can motivate the black fog is the 'singularity of the moon'. !"

"I don't know if the moon is showing up, can you stop the attack of the Qingyin martial artist Ge Wei!" In the sense of the power of the purple whirlwind, Ye Wei is not sure.

"On strength, the Qing dynasty martial art Ge Ge is not as good as me, his strength is his own strength, my black fog power is also his own strength, if I can learn this martial arts, I do not know what amazing power can burst out. Ye Wei’s eyes are hot and he can’t wait to get the martial arts heritage of the blood world.

People in the blood world can use their own power to display martial arts, and they should be able to!

boom!

With the dancing of the purple bamboo of Ge Wei, there was an earth-shattering horror pulling force in the purple whirlwind. The peaks of the hundred miles were suddenly broken, and a piece of gravel involuntarily rushed toward the purple whirlwind in midair.

boom! boom! boom!

During the great earthquake, the houses of the Heishi tribe were violently shaken. The heads of the tribes, even the patriarchs of the Blackrock tribe, the Heliandongcheng, the Qingyao fairy, and the Zhenlongge were all off the ground. It seems that Was swallowed by the purple whirlwind.

"Yueyue shows up!" Seeing this scene, Ye Wei's face was so heavy that he no longer hesitated, his hands pinched out the mysterious handprints, and the gods swayed out.

"Hey!"

A thousand-foot-high glory of the moon and the beast is coming out of the gods.

"Chong! I want to see if the power of my power to lead the heavens is stronger. Or the martial arts that you exert on your own strength is more overbearing!" Ye Weixin thought, the second drop of black fog in Dantian space suddenly rushed out. In an instant, I integrated into the body of the moon and the beast.

"Hey!"

After the moon and the beast absorbed the power of the black fog. The scales on the body have a metallic luster, and the three sharp corners of the forehead are filled with sharp and sharp light. There is almost no difference between the far side and the real secluded beast.

Hey!

The sacred moon and the beasts smashed the peaks of the four hooves. The huge body was like a lightning bolt at an unimaginable speed. In a flash, it rushed into the purple whirlwind.

boom! boom! boom!

The wind blade in the purple whirlwind is like a cold knife, leaving hundreds of thousands of wounds on the moon and the beast, and it hurts the moon and the beast.

Although the wound on the moon and the beast looks shocking, it does not hurt the roots of the moon and the beast. The violent pain has angered the sorrowful beast and made the sorrowful beast completely mad.

How terrible is the maddening moon?

Even if it is the ruleless repair, Lin Hu, He Liandong River, Hu Yanbei Yan, the four strongest of the four great Zhou Dynasty, the strongest of the Yuan dynasty, I am afraid that they do not want to face the violent secluded moon.

call out! call out! call out!

The three sharp corners of the Forehead of the Moon are torn apart by a purple whirlwind, passing through a dense layer of wind blade, like a three-handed sword, rushing toward the center of the purple cyclone.

"Hey!" Although Ge’s eyes were stunned, his heart was like a mirror, and between them, he sensed that a behemoth was killing himself.

"Wind dance!" Ge Wei almost did not hesitate, his arm trembled, Zizhu violently oscillated with a very mysterious frequency. In a flash, hundreds of millions of purple filaments bloomed.

The purple bamboo in his hand is connected to the purple whirlwind through hundreds of millions of purple filaments.

"turn!"

Ge Wei holds the purple bamboo as if holding a heavy mountain peak, the purple bamboo slowly rotates, and hundreds of millions of light tremble. At the same time, the speed of the purple cyclone rotation suddenly increased by a dozen times!

The force of tearing suddenly increased, making the sturdy moon in the purple whirlwind fiercely awkward, and the three sharp corners of the forehead suddenly stabbed, and even the clothes of Ge Wei did not touch.

"Hey!"

The sorrowful beast struggled, but in the middle of the purple whirlwind, under the influence of the power of endless tearing, no matter how struggling it could not stand firm, it could not touch Ge Wei. I can't walk out of the purple whirlwind, and my life is trapped!

but. With the struggle of the sorrowful beast, Ge's face also rose red. Even some sweat on the forehead, obviously, in order to trap the moon and the beast, he also spent a lot of power.

"My power of dark fog is better than you. I am urging the power of heaven to condense the shadow of the moon and the beast. You can only rely on your own strength. I have to look at how long you can hold!" The eyes passed through the purple cyclone layer and landed on Ge Wei.

Ye Weidan's space has a total of three drops of black mist. When he was fighting with Ge Wei, he used a drop. The power of the black mist only consumed one tenth. The second drop was absorbed by the moon and the beast. Now Dan Tian There is still a drop in the space!

"This, what is this martial arts?" The people of the Blackstone tribe looked at the sorrowful beasts struggling in the purple whirlwind, one by one, with a stunned look and a shock that could not be concealed.

"Wuji?" Several people from Helian Dongcheng and Qingyao Fairy glanced at each other and shook their heads and smiled. Ye Wei once glared at the door of the moon and showed his feet without a handle. This is the power that can lead the heavens. The magical powers, not martial arts!

Ge Wei's strength is very strong, and the martial arts displayed can also be called earth-shattering. However, in the eyes of Helian Dongcheng and others, the martial arts relying on their own strength is still far from being comparable to Shentong.

Helian East City wants to get the martial arts inheritance of the **** world, just to study the cultivation system of this world, try to give yourself some touch.

In the Shengyuan continent, they rely on the power of mind and energy to write the lines of gods, condense the magical powers, and motivate the power of heaven. The martial arts inheritance of the **** world has only research value for them and has no practical use.

However, Ye Wei is different. Ye Wei’s black fog power is his own strength. If Ye Wei uses the power of black fog to display Ge’s martial arts, Wei can’t imagine it!

The power of the black fog is half a step of the power of the gods, which is higher than the vitality and the true spirit!

"Hey!" The secluded moon beast struggled tirelessly. Soon, the time of a fragrant incense passed, and Ge's face didn't know when it became pale, sweat drenched the clothes, and the arm holding the purple bamboo trembled.

"What kind of martial arts is this? How can the kid persist for so long? After the integration of the Qingyin warrior and the blue crystal, the infuriating spirit is five times stronger than the ordinary ten-grain warrior. He is obviously not a Qingyin warrior. Why is it so rich?" Ge Wei’s heart is filled with all kinds of doubts, and his heart is getting more and more confused.

"The martial arts inherited in Qingjing, if the ordinary Qingyin warrior can only insist on the time of semi-muscle, I am retiring for 30 years, the infuriating is much thicker than the ordinary Qingyin warrior, almost can adhere to the two musk time!"

"The martial arts power that the kid is showing is not under my martial arts." The qi that you consume should be similar. I don't believe that your boy's infuriating will be more than my brother! I am down. Look at how long you can hold on!" Ge Wei bit his teeth and insisted on it.

Ye Wei and Ge Wei have the same strength. No one can hurt anyone. Now it is better than who can hold it for a long time!

In a twinkling of an eye, the time of a fragrant incense has passed, and the strength of the sorrowful beast is getting smaller and smaller. It senses the sorrowful beast that is about to run out of power. Ge’s pale face reveals a relaxed smile.

"Ha ha ha! Kid, it’s more infuriating with me, you are too tender!" Ge Wei laughed, although he was almost to the limit, but the ghost of the moon is obviously no longer powerful.

I won it myself!

"Is Ye Wei going to lose?"

The people of the Blackstone tribe, Helian Dongcheng, Qingyao fairy and so on could not help but start to get nervous. They killed hundreds of warriors of the Qingwo tribe. If Ye Wei lost, then their end can be imagined.

"Hey, ordinary warriors, how can they compete with the Qingyin martial arts? Ye Weixiao brothers can persist for so long, it is already a horror of the sky." The patriarch of the Blackstone tribe shook his head and sighed toward Ye Wei in midair. I looked at it and looked at Helian Dongcheng and others.

"It’s all because of our Blackrock tribe that you have been implicated. For a while, you can rest assured that even if we fight the lives of hundreds of people in the Blackrock Department, we will give Ye Weixiao brothers and you time to leave!" Blackstone Horde The patriarch shook his fist and his eyes were flashing with unquestionable firmness in steel.

"Ge Wei, the battle has only just begun, now it is proud, is it too early?" Just as everyone in the Blackstone tribe was worried, Ye Wei, who was standing in the air, suddenly spoke.

"The power of dark fog, fusion!"

Ye Weixin thought about it, and the power of a black mist in Dantian space suddenly came out.

"Hey!"

The suffocating sorrowful moon beast once again absorbed a drop of black mist, and suddenly snarled into the sky, bursting out like a real green lustre, and suddenly became alive and alive.

The secluded moon beast struggled, and the whole purple whirlwind could not help but shake it!

"No, this is impossible!" Feeling the sudden increase of the power of the secluded beast, the unbelievable horror on Ge's face, his instinct is about to be exhausted, how can Ye Wei still have the infuriating ?

The ordinary warrior who is against the sky can't compare with the Qingyin warrior in the infuriating, not to mention his own instinct is about twice as thick as the ordinary Qingyin warrior.

Ge Wei struggled to suppress, holding the palm of the purple bamboo, the tiger's mouth cracked, the blood flowed, and the whole body trembled uncontrollably. He could not accept the fact that Ye Wei's strength was thicker than him.

~~(To be continued)