Chapter 1560

Five quasi heaven level elders dispersed and began to look for the trace of Ye Zichuan in this area.

The magic weapon in their hands failed again, but they also confirmed one thing, that is, ye Zichuan was still there, and did not leave cangmeng space.

Before long, a large number of disciples of Shengxue mountain also came around, gathered together in twos and threes, and joined the pursuit army.

Ye Zichuan incarnated into a purple mist, at this time he had a feeling of lifting a stone to hit his feet.

In order to break through the quasi heaven level in the shortest time, he refined a lot of purple Qi.

But who can imagine that Ziqi can affect his special state, making him show purple, which is completely different from the gray scene before.

Such a purple haze, in the dark under the background of energy, appears extremely eye-catching.

"Heaven will kill me!"

Ye Zichuan wailed in his heart and felt that his bad luck had come back.

Shuttling through the original energy, he is like a firefly in the dark, his light is too dazzling.

But he still did not give up, as long as he can leave this area temporarily, he has hope to survive.

More than an hour later, several light spots appeared in his sight.

He is a disciple of Shengxue mountain!

Entering this state, everything in the outside world will manifest in the form of this light spot.

The bigger the light spot is, the stronger the energy is and the stronger the cultivation is.

"What's that?"

A disciple noticed that the purple fog here was completely different from the surrounding fog sea.

Purple fog is floating, like an alternative primitive energy, emitting a vast atmosphere.

"Some eyes are familiar. It's not the leaves that cover the sky."

"Why, it's gray when ye Zhetian changes. I've seen it at the scene."

"Yes, when it breaks down into mist, it's almost the same as the original energy."

"Then what can it be, not some kind of treasure?"

As soon as this sentence came out, several disciples' eyes lit up.

The original space is boundless and huge, and no one knows where to breed what kind of treasures. Maybe they will encounter them on the way. This is entirely a personal opportunity and fortune.

They are so excited at the moment that they will not encounter such a fate, will they?

That piece of purple fog floated to their near, purple transpiration, dense winding, such as a fairy fog curl lightly.

"What pure raw energy!"

"It's the same as the original spirit!"

Several disciples exclaimed.

The next second, the purple fog directly surged over and submerged them.

Several disciples screamed. They just wanted to do something, but it was too late.

Purple fog set off many waves, directly covered them.

Then, they feel that countless light spots have penetrated into their bodies, their bodies are decomposing, their souls have become countless particles, and finally completely disappear from here.

A purple mist surges up here, rolling the decomposed particles, and then gradually goes away from here.

The strange way of attack is creepy.

Gradually devouring these luminous particles, ye Zichuan feels that his power has become more and more abundant.

"Hiss, what's the difference between eating them and me?"

He felt an echo in his heart.

If it's not a humanoid creature, it's OK, but the thought of eating people makes him feel a tumbling in his stomach.

But at the moment, regardless of these, he changed his direction and sped away again.

Only a few minutes later, he met the disciples of Shengxue mountain again. This time, there were five people.

The strength of these five people is not very strong, so they have been acting jointly, not giving ye zaidian any opportunity.

When they saw a piece of purple fog floating, they were also surprised, but also vigilant.

"What is this?"

"It's very similar to the breath of primitive Qi. Is it also a kind of primitive essence?"

"No, it feels different."

One of the disciples was very alert: "retreat!"

He did not hesitate, pulling the crowd ready to retreat.

But the purple fog suddenly rioted, set off a lot of waves, directly submerged them.

In just a few seconds, these five people could not even call for help. They were directly decomposed.

A stream of energy into the body, ye Zichuan feel his state is unstable for a while, it seems that some can not maintain.

Absorbed too much energy, he is now in the collapse of the node!

For him now, this is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

But he didn't give up, still actively absorbing these decomposed energy particles.

Only in a desperate situation can the physical body mutate.

He wants to give himself the greatest stimulation, so that he has a stress response.

After absorbing these particles, he disappears here again.

On the other side, an elder frowned.

He found something wrong. Every disciple of Shengxue mountain will leave his own soul mark.

But now, he found that the mark on the soul stone was several times less, and it was completely dim.

This proves that they are dead!

"Damn it! Is it ye Zhetian's hand again? "

The elder's face was gloomy and frightening. He put away the soul stone, took out the messenger pearl and passed the news on.

You can kill these disciples quietly, so that they don't even have time to spread the news of asking for help. Ye Zhetian's intractability makes him feel intractable.

As soon as he thought of the holy snow mountain being played by such a prefecture level creature and trampling on his dignity wantonly, his nameless anger burned up.

On the other hand, ye Zichuan, who incarnated in Ziwu, is still speeding away. He is almost leaving this area. If you give him a little time, he can get rid of this crisis temporarily.

But God didn't give him the chance.

Ye Zichuan saw a light spot. It was very big and bright, just like a shrinking sun. The light of the prefecture level creatures was not enough to see in front of him.

Quasi sky!

Elder of holy snow mountain!

Ye Zichuan infers it in an instant.

And his heart, at this time, sank to the bottom.

Not far ahead, an old man appeared. His eyes were like two magic lamps. He swept through the area and finally settled on Ye Zichuan's side.

A purple mist, hidden under the surging original energy, was still seen by him.

"What is this?" He came near in one step.

His eyes were shining, and he felt the essence of the original energy.

"Hongmeng Ziqi?"

His pupils contracted suddenly.

He had experienced the last battle of all worlds, had seen the life in Hongmeng space, and knew what kind of breath Hongmeng energy was.

And now in front of him, the purple fog gave him a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time.

"It's the boy!" He made an inference in a flash.

Almost at the same time, the purple fog riot, set off waves, rushed at him.