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Under the traction of his divine consciousness, Hongling's Qi machine continuously diffused into the air and locked up the heaven and earth. As soon as the purple fire skeleton appeared, he could sense it in an instant. However, this guy, as if evaporated out of thin air, did not flow out a trace of breath.

The youth's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, the purple fire skeleton's strength, some beyond imagination. It is a big threat to Yu Hongling. Now Beiming Tianzhong has isolated him from most of his magic weapons. If the purple fire corpse suddenly goes into trouble, I'm afraid it will bring him great trouble.

”Well, I can't find you if I hide it!” Hongling snorted coldly, her pupils locked, and a flash of dark golden light flashed through her eyes.

Innumerable tiny electric arcs are constantly generated in the void, beeping. These arc, slowly into the void, formed a strong sky net. Hongling's divine sense, attached to this big net, tries to capture the breath of purple fire skeleton.

”Well? Hidden in the void? ” Hong Ling grinned. The cunning degree of the purple fire corpse is far beyond imagination. What is puzzling is, how can such a mummy without a head have such a strong consciousness?

Hum, the sword in his hand under the blessing of his Qi, broke out a strong sound of sword chanting. With a wave of her hand, Hong Ling released a terrible sword. The target of his sword is the purple fire corpse which is constantly swallowing up the corpse Qi in the void. This guy is swallowing corpse Qi, strengthening himself, trying to give him a fatal blow.

However, with the dark golden thunder as the net, Hongling caught its position in an instant. At this time, he made a full effort to raise the power of sword Qi to the extreme. Purple fire corpse is strong, but he Hongling is not easy to bully. He is also in the realm of refining God, and he will not be afraid of anyone or monster. Hiss, the sword Qi cuts open the void and throws at the purple fire corpse which is continuously swallowing the corpse gas.

The purple fire corpse suddenly stops, swallowing the corpse gas, two dry ghost claws look forward. It has just suffered the terrible blow of Hongling, and a ferocious crack still remains on one hand. At this time, the two ghost claws suddenly congealed with a violent purple soul fire.

Bang, the soul fire and the sword Qi collide, and in an instant, it breaks the gloomy corpse gas around the body of purple fire corpse. In an instant, the void opened, revealing the purple fire corpse in it. Its body, is wrapped by a dark golden thunder, thunderbolt blows out wisps of black corpse gas.

Roar! There was a roar of anger from the body of purple fire. The fury of the sound wave, let Hongling's Qi machine for one shock. This guy just got hurt by his powerful sword. At this time, he became more furious. However, Hong Ling was not afraid of it. A simple alchemy also virtual corpse, no matter how strong, but also strong limited, he has the confidence to erase it on the spot.

The corpse slowly came down from the void. Behind it, the void slowly gathered a whirlpool. Hum, a white bone blade appears from the void and emits terrible Dao Qi. The purple fire corpse grabs the bone blade, and there is a raging soul fire on his body, which is wrapped up.

A powerful and terrifying corpse Qi is constantly giving birth to the long Dao, which is integrated with the bright blade. Zihuo corpse roared, his body flashed, and he chopped at Hongling with a knife. This knife, sharp and violent. The force of terror brings a gust of wind between heaven and earth.

Hong Ling frowned, some dignified looking at the purple fire corpse in the hands of the bone blade long knife. This guy can even use a knife. It's beyond imagination. He took a long sword in his hand and wiped it on it. Bang, a blazing dark golden thunder fire was burning on it.

The boy stepped on the quicksand and swept away towards the corpse. Within the long sword, the sharp sword will slowly blend into the thunder and fire of the wilderness, and condense it into a terrible flame sword. One person, one corpse, one close, then the swords face each other.

Keng, the deafening sound of swords and swords, reverberates in the sky above the northern Ming sky tomb. Hongling's body was shaken by the purple fire corpse, and his heel plowed a deep gully on the ground. The purple fire corpse was also not good. It was directly shaken by Hongling's fierce real Qi and smashed into a coral reef.

Hum, Hong Ling snorted coldly, flashed again, and swept towards the corpse. He didn't believe it. He couldn't get a walking corpse of purple soul fire. The corpse was more furious than before. It roared, and the bone blade in his hand flashed out with it again.

Bursts of bright sparks, constantly flashing bright. It was the spark produced by the confrontation between Hongling and zihuo's corpse. The bone blade was made from the bones of some living creature. It was able to fight with a ground level magic weapon without breaking, which shocked Hongling secretly.

He knew that in the very distant ancient times, there was a time when friars used various biological bones to make weapons. Is this bone blade in the hands of purple fire corpse a product of that era? He was not sure, but doubted. If this is the case, then it is not impossible to infer the time point of its establishment.