Chapter 917: The power of purple lightning

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The ultimate strongmen of the more than three hundred empty gates put all their treasures in their wishful bags.
One by one, their eyes were shining with excitement.
They have never seen so many treasures.
Take these treasures back, the empty gate will definitely reach unprecedented prosperity.
Moreover, if they take these treasures back, they are eligible to select three of them and stay first.
There are so many kinds of eight-level weapons, eight-level or even nine-level elixir, formation stone discs, skill stones and so on.
As for the wild dragon stone, there are also a lot of them.
They can use these treasures to improve their cultivation and strength.
At the same time, their position within the sect will also rise.
In their excitement, a disciple looked at Picasso and quipped:
"Actually our biggest gain this time is this kid. Without him, none of us can come in."
"Yes, this kid was still sent by Wen Zilong's deformity."
"That deformity? I don't know where he is going to die now. I mean, it is very likely that he really died."
"I haven't seen him at all in the past few days. When the moon closes anciently when tomorrow is over, he will die even if he doesn't die.
Picasso was pale at this time, and panic was revealed in his eyes.
He already knew how much Wen Zilong had hatred with the empty gate.
And he has been favored by Wen Zilong before.
In this way, the empty door will not make you feel better.
After waiting back, they did not know how to torture themselves.
At the same time, he was also worried for Wen Zilong.
Although he had counseled him a bit, this wild dragon was relatively kind.
He has been favored by Wen Zilong, of course he doesn't want Wen Zilong to die like this.
After half an hour, the empty dragons had enough rest.
"Go, go back."
"Time is tight. After you go back, take a good rest."
A wild dragon snatched Picasso's nine-eyed colorful butterfly directly, and said, "You are a good counselor, and you deserve to ride this one too?"
With that, he threw a few wild dragon stones directly at the nine-eyed colorful butterfly.
However, the nine-eyed colorful butterfly is controlled by the voice of Wen Zilong's leader.
The command given to Wen Zilong was to let it follow Picasso.
So at this time, it didn't pay attention to those wild dragon stones.
When the empty disciple saw him, his heart burst into flames.
"This butterfly is so dead!"
With that said, if energy condenses in the right hand, it is necessary to go directly to the nine-eyed colorful butterfly.
The Nine Eyed Butterfly is only a ninth order beast, which is equivalent to the seventh order supreme powerhouse.
And this empty disciple is an eighth-rank ultimate strongman.
He slammed into the energy of Nine Eyes Colorful Butterfly, which could not resist at all.
boom--
The poor colorful butterfly was directly smashed into the ground.
Picasso suddenly cried in horror: "Little Butterfly--"
The empty disciple laughed amusedly and scolded: "Return Fluttershy, little sister!"
Then he used the sword in his hand to fiddle with the tentacles of the nine-eyed colorful butterfly and scolded: "Beast, are you still obedient?"
The nine-eyed colorful butterfly's head was lifted up, and in both eyes, the light of hatred was emitted.
The empty disciple chuckled: "Yeah, it's pretty stiff. Picasso, I didn't expect you to be so counselful, but your beast is very stiff."
Subsequently, the energy in the hand condenses out again.
"I want to see how hard you are!"
Later, he intends to continue to bombard the nine-eyed colorful butterflies.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt bad.
Quickly turned around.
I saw that not far behind him, a spear of about five meters long, which seemed to be formed by the condensation of magma, was flying straight towards him.
He slammed the energy in his hand to the fire spear.
However, in front of the fire spear, his energy was like a cotton, easily penetrated by the fire spear.
The next moment, after the fire spear penetrated his energy, he immediately flew from his mouth and flew out of his back.
He even nailed him directly to the ground.
His seven life-saving cards, even without one activated, have been spiked.
Moreover, the flame above the fire spear burned him out in just three seconds, leaving no trace of ashes.
At this moment, the more than three hundred wild dragons on the scene were all standing on the spot.
They turned their heads in disbelief, looking in the direction the fire spear was shooting.
I saw above that direction, a deformed barbaric dragon, slowly floating in the air.
The wingspan reaches more than forty meters.
The black scales on the body shone in the sunlight, which was breathtaking.
"This ... this is Wen Zilong!"
An empty disciple suddenly cried out.
"Quick, throw me the formation stone plate, activate it, activate the formation stone plate!"
After being shocked, the elder elder quickly reacted and quickly roared.
He knows that even if they have a numerical advantage here, they are not Wen Zilong's opponents.
The only way is to activate all the formation stone disks they just obtained.
With these formations, we can stop Wen Zilong.
Even if he can't completely block him, just give them some time to let them lay down space to kill the formation.
Then this time, they can destroy Wen Zilong.
So, there are three hundred barbarian dragons, each barbarian dragon directly throws out more than ten formation stone plates.
At the next moment, more than three thousand formation stone disks were activated.
Within a hundred meters, a large and small array of pictures was suddenly filled.
Each array exudes various colors of light.
The elder elder calmed down a little, and said:
"Hurry up!"
So, the three hundred empty disciples quickly arranged the space to kill the formation.
When Picasso saw Wen Zilong, he was pleasantly surprised: "Master Ding, you are still alive!"
Wen Zilong said with a smile: "You are not dead, how could I die."
Picasso nodded.
There is nothing wrong with this sentence.
Lord Ding is much stronger than himself. He hasn't died in such a dish. How could he die.
Then, Wen Zilong looked at the array in front of him and smiled contemptuously.
Above the right paw, purple lightning condensed out.
At the next moment, the mental power moved.
The purple lightning flew forward instantly.
At the same time, he followed the purple lightning and flew forward.
Boom Boom Boom--
The array of maps is like a wall.
The purple lightning, however, looked like a dashing tank, hitting a road map.
The disciples in the center of the array are busy arranging the array.
But I heard a burst of noise.
When I looked up, my face changed suddenly, just like stool.
"I go!"
"How can it be!"
"by!"
Their screams show how shocked they are at this moment.
With more than three thousand arrays, this guy turned into a tank like a tank.
The elders have changed their complexion.
It was too late for him to arrange the map, and teleported directly beyond a kilometer.
At the same time, there was a rant in the mouth: "Flee!"
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