Chapter 965 Obtaining a wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi

"Why don't we retreat? I still have a fifth-level teleportation talisman in my hand." Zhang Xuan thought to himself.

However, if he retreats, not only will the cultivators from the three treasure areas here die, but also the cultivators from the Chaoxi Sea Area can use this place as a base to march straight in, and the Fairy Cat Valley will be in danger!

But Zhang Xuan knew that if he continued to hold on like this, the result would be death.

For a moment, Zhang Xuan was in a dilemma.

At this time, even the Taoist priest Tihun recovered.

If he could barely deal with two half-step gods, then Zhang Xuan would have no chance of dealing with another half-step god.

"squeak--"

The ape beast transformed by the Taoist Priest Crying Soul let out a long cry.

Zhang Xuan felt like his head was about to split in the middle, and he felt dizzy.

Big stars hit him, pieces of flesh and blood were thrown out of his body, and one could even see the white bones inside.

The purple Yaksha, which had returned to normal human size, punched into Zhang Xuan's chest and grabbed out a sternum.

Bleeding.

"I will tear every bone from your body one by one." Zi Yaksha said fiercely.

Zi Yasha said as he punched again, breaking Zhang Xuan's other sternum.

Zhang Xuan's eyes were blurred and blood was flowing down his cheeks, but he knew that he could not fall down.

He took a deep breath and forced down the severe pain. The true energy in his body surged like a raging dragon, trying to reconnect his broken sternum.

Hunjianglong showed a cruel smile on his face. He looked at Zhang Xuan's painful expression and his heart was filled with pleasure.

He condensed the Star Abyss, and big stars smashed towards Zhang Xuan's heart.

"Go to hell!" Hunjianglong roared, and big stars came whistling.

At this critical moment, a familiar figure appeared.

In Zhang Xuan's blurred vision, a sword, simple and gloomy, slashed directly at the three half-step gods.

"Old greasy guy..." Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly.

When the old oily-head saw that Zhang Xuan was so badly injured, his eyes became bloodshot.

"I will make you pay back a hundred or a thousand times."

However, the three half-step gods did not take the old man in front of them, who had only the Golden Core cultivation level, seriously at all.

Zi Yaksha raised his hand lightly, intending to kill the old man with a wave of his hand.

"Whoosh-"

The sword swept across like a gust of wind.

It didn't cause any ripples.

But as the few people looked on in astonishment, the Purple Yaksha's arm was actually cut off at the root.

"How could this be?"

"The Purple Yaksha is a being whose physical strength is half a step away from becoming a god!"

"This old man is not good..."

The sword intent did not diminish as it slashed towards the other two gods.

The Taoist priest Crying Soul was just about to let out a long cry.

But, it's too late.

The sword is already before my eyes.

"Pfft!"

The head of the Taoist priest Crying Soul was chopped off.

A Nascent Soul figure that looked like the Taoist priest Crying Soul fled in panic.

At this time, Hunjianglong understood that he had met a tough opponent this time.

"Escape quickly!"

Hunjiang Long Xingyuan protected him and quickly escaped.

But Xingyuan was still cut into two pieces by the old man's sword.

"Whoosh-"

Hunjianglong was hit hard by the sword on the back.

The sword penetrates into the bone marrow.

Hunjianglong's aura suddenly dropped.

In less than a breath, the old oily-headed man repelled the three half-step gods.

The only thing left on the spot was the decapitated body of the Taoist priest Crying Soul.

The howling wind blew away the old man's gray hair.

In the midst of the chaotic power, the frail body of the old oily-headed man stood firmly there, his eyes looking in the direction where the Half-Step God-Transforming Man fled, and he sighed, "What a pity, they still escaped."

Henry Zhang limped to the back of the old man and said, "I didn't expect your swordsmanship to become more sophisticated!"

"Don't be sarcastic. The people have already escaped. What the Tenth Clan Elder said makes me, an old man, feel ashamed."

"That's half a step to becoming a god."

"Half a step to becoming a god? So what if you become a god?"

"We are all family, don't hold on. You must feel bad for taking this blow, right?"

"But I'm still alive." The old man said with a smile.

"Do you have such low expectations for your situation?"

"Isn't it enough for a cultivator to be alive?"

Henry Zhang looked at the old oily man and found that he had changed.

Maybe this is the real old man.

On the battlefield, all the monks from the Chaoxi Sea had already fled.

Everyone started cleaning up the battlefield.

"Um... do you still want this half-step god corpse?"

"What's the use of this unlucky thing for me?" The old man shook his head.

"Since you don't want it, I will convert it into contribution points for our Worry-Free City and give it to you."

"Okay, you figure it out."

Zhang Xuan dragged his injured body again and collected the spoils from this half-step god.

A storage ring, which is the most valuable, Zhang Xuan took it directly in his hand.

"Let's take stock of it after we get back."

Zhang Xuan took another look at the decapitated corpse.

"This is the body of a half-step god. Let the Ancient Corpse Puppet devour it. After the Ancient Corpse Puppet devours this body, perhaps it can be promoted to the peak of the fourth level."

Zhang Xuan immediately called the ancient corpse puppet over.

The ancient corpse puppet smelled the scent of the blood of a half-step god and pounced directly over.

He began to refine and absorb the flesh and blood of this half-step god.

The scene was so bloody that Zhang Xuan couldn't bear to look at it any more.

"Hey, what is that?" Zhang Xuan was surprised.

He took a glance inadvertently and actually saw a faint aura in the body of the Taoist priest Tihun.

He waved his hand and absorbed the energy into his hands.

“This… is this half a wisp of primordial purple energy?!” Zhang Xuan’s eyes widened.

He had seen this Hongmeng purple energy once in the Chaoxi Sea.

That was the half wisp of primordial purple energy that Mo Yuan obtained when he was promoted to the divine realm.

At this moment, he also has a wisp of Hongmeng purple energy in his hand.

The ancient corpse puppet saw that its master had snatched its things.

Out of the instinct to protect its food, it even howled at Zhang Xuan twice.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan had no intention of returning it, the Ancient Corpse Puppet had to give up. It quickly devoured the corpse of the Half-Step Deity and began to refine it.

"This Taoist Crying Soul's magical power is the strongest among the three Half-Step Divine Transformation cultivators. He probably relied on this half wisp of Primordial Purple Qi to advance to the Half-Step Divine Transformation stage. I didn't expect that it would be a good deal for me."

At this moment, Zhang Xuan was ecstatic.

Although there is only a wisp of Hongmeng purple energy.

However, for the monks, this is a good thing that they would fight for.

You should know that if you refine this half wisp of primordial purple energy, if you are lucky, you can directly advance to the realm of godhood like Mo Yuan.

Even if one is unlucky and fails to advance to the Goddess stage, by refining this half wisp of primordial purple energy, one can advance to the Half-Step Goddess stage like Taoist Tihun, and be considered a top-notch existence among those who have advanced to the Half-Step Goddess stage.

At this moment, a Shenzhou ship came over from a distance.

"They are coming." said the old man.

"Who?"

"Of course they are the people from Wuyou City. They heard that you were in danger and rushed to support you. In order to save time, I slashed this sword from tens of thousands of miles away. Shenzhou didn't come, but I arrived first with the sword's will. Fortunately, I arrived in time."

Henry Zhang was shocked again.

Unexpectedly, the sword that caused the three gods to flee was actually swung by the old man from tens of thousands of miles away.

"What kind of monster is this?" Zhang Xuan looked at the old man and fell into deep thought.