Chapter 3338

Although the purple soul beast was fierce before, it was like a mass of loose sand and did not pose a great threat to Mo Qingqiu. The reason why he worked so hard was that he not only had to repair the array, but also had to deal with the wave after wave of purple spirit beast, which was like a tidal wave. If it goes on like this, with his solid foundation of tens of thousands of years of hard work, it may not be impossible to support it.

But now all the purple soul beasts are running towards him from all directions with the roar of the ancient fierce beast. It's not so easy to deal with. Even outside the border, Gu Fenghua and others can feel the vibration of the earth in Zitian prison. Under the torrent of thousands of purple soul beasts, everything in front of them seems to be crushed into powder!

Closer, closer, the current of the herd converges into a vortex, constantly tightening, closer and closer to Mo Qingqiu. Gu Fenghua and others hold the sword tightly, and their hearts are raised to their voices.

In the center of the vortex, Mo Qingqiu straightens his waist and raises the half broken sword high!

Finally, the herd came to him, and dozens of purple spirit beasts roared up, leaped high, and swooped down at him from different directions. The half broken sword was cut down at the same time.

The Holy Spirit accumulated all one's life is like a volcano that has been sleeping for thousands of years. A ring of dazzling silver light takes him as the center and sweeps around.

"Boom!" The sound is loud and the sky is falling apart.

Along with the dozens of purple spirits, hundreds of purple spirits disappeared out of thin air. Even the land was as flat as if it had been ploughed, and like the beach after the tide had receded.

Although the purple soul beast in the back was not turned into nothingness by the sword, it was also seriously injured and killed. The living one was so shocked that they rolled back. There was a regular circle blank in the center of the shrinking animal group vortex.

The old figure in the center seems so great and dignified!

"What a great strength!" Tang junhou looked at the figure that people could only look up to. He was shocked and awed. He even forgot to compare it with the leader of Yelang sect.

This is true even of the Tang shaozong master, who has always been the biggest of Laozi. Not to mention Gu Fenghua and others. Looking at the old figure, everyone's eyes are full of respect.

Because Mo Qingqiu is too easygoing, they can't help but regard him as an elder. They even see his grandfather's shadow on him. When they are not careful, they ignore his status as a royal envoy and his power.

Only at this moment did they know how strong and terrible Mo Qingqiu was. They can be sure that even Duan Qingyun and his eldest grandson luocang, who are both envoys of the monarch, are by no means his opponents!

Of course, they are not the only ones who are also shocked. When Mo Qingqiu's sword shakes them back, the huge herd of beasts suddenly stops, crouches and howls, and dare not move forward any more - except for their more cruel temperament, their wisdom is not very different from that of the same kind in Wuji Shengtian or Tianji continent, and they are also in the same awe of the strong.

Mo Qingqiu stands up with a sword in one hand and continues to make Taoist fingerprints in the other. Seven colors of the glow, boundary cracks continue to repair.

"Roar!" The roar of the ancient beast came again.

A purple soul beast, which had been crawling on the ground, bowed his back, reappeared the fierce look in his eyes, then roared in unison and rushed to Mo Qingqiu again.

Mo Qingqiu was ready. He raised his right arm and cut it down with a sword.

Sword light flying, like a meteor falling, with hundreds of purple soul beast completely disappeared from the world, the wild noise of the herd once again a short silence.