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The domineering aura of Divine Weapons could not be violated. The true power barrier that was painstakingly formed even before the spiritual energy reached the magma pillar was destroyed by the heat wave. His clothes immediately began to burn.

By the time he was suspended between the magma and the soul of the spear, his clothes had already been burnt to ashes. His body was covered in a layer of flames. As a thousand-year-old monster, he could find ways to increase his strength in any environment.

The lava beneath his feet was accumulating the power to reach the sky. The terrible heat wave wanted to destroy everything. Standing here was the most dangerous. The birth of a Divine Weapon required a blood sacrifice. Beneath his feet was a Bloodthirsty Evil Weapon. If he wasn't careful, he could be killed into ashes. Even though the lava was naturally forming seals, preparing to seal the volcano. However, this kind of seal could no longer prevent it from being born.

Before the spirit stopped moving, he had already cast a spell. With his Spirit Sword cultivation level, his ability was far too weak. If even the seal left behind by the Sacred Emperor could not stop it, how could he defeat it? None of the three seals made contact with the magma. His arrival had already caused the God Slaughtering Spear under the magma to go crazy.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The solidified pillar of lava rose once again. Streams of lava shot out from the top of the pillar, blossoming like fireworks and sliding down.

The giant eye above his head also began to emit a fiery red light, continuously shrinking and shrinking until it became a seven-inch sphere of magma, which slowly descended towards the magma pillar. It seemed to be resisting, but it couldn't help it.

The spirits all took out a dozen swords to form a sword formation to seal the spear spirit. Pfft, pfft, what resistance did the iron sword have to resist the magma? As soon as he met the Spear Soul, it began to melt. It gave off a dazzling white light. Oh my god, the iron sword had already been ignited.

"Let's work together to block it!" All the spirits cried out for help, and the flames rose beneath his feet. His feet were on fire. The heat hit him from below. "He exhausted his body and used his true strength to attack the Spear Soul." I'll refine you first. " He did not wait for Zi Shuang to help him as he began to refine the spirit of the spear that had already melted dozens of swords.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. The spirit attack all around the falling soul spear. He took out the treasured sword he had taken from the princess's hands and rushed towards the Spear Soul along with his sword.

Boom! The treasured sword struck the Spear Soul, and the impact brought it out of the magma. Boom! Boom! Boom! Suddenly, the column of lava went berserk as it spewed endless amounts of lava into the air.

A magnificent eruption, a dazzling brilliance. Everything was so beautiful, so frustrating. Following the eruption of the magma pillar. The interior of the barrier was filled with a thick stench. The air was decreasing rapidly and the heat wave was increasing rapidly.

Red world, Scorching Purgatory.

Spirit both and Zi Shuang, the two people who were already extremely weak, were still fighting for their lives.

His treasured sword and Purple Frost's Shura Knife had both turned into a lump of molten metal. In the end, the Spear Soul still returned to the air above the magma. Slowly descending.

The berserk waves from the magma pillar gradually subsided, but the sounds coming from within grew louder and louder. The return of the Spear Soul was unstoppable. The godly spear was right at his feet. "Retreat." Ling Jun shouted out loud, and flashed to Zi Shuang's side, pulling her away.

Bang! The barrier still existed. Although they managed to avoid the most terrifying eruption of the magma pillar, they were still in the middle of the scorching Purgatory. This was the furthest he could go. He was three hundred meters from the ground, and five hundred meters from the lava.

Boom, the soul-shaking explosion, the violent lava once again dyed the red world red.

Everything had already settled down. Only the divine spear that was shooting up to the sky could be seen spinning on its own. The light and the flames were like a foil. It was the ruler of this world. The red tassels were like flames, and the spear's body flowed with gold. The spearhead of the dark red spear continued to melt, flowing towards the spear shaft.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Magma exploded in the air. The divine spear was completing his final fusion.

Buzz, buzz … "The godly spear increased its speed as everything around it entered its body with unstoppable force." Swallowing magma? " The Spirit felt an unprecedented fear.

"Not only him, but Zi Shuang also sensed that the ten feet long godly weapon was about to attack." It's worth it to be able to see a Divine Weapon before I die. " Lava began to temper the body, nurturing the soul of heaven and earth. He didn't have any regrets when he saw such a wondrous treasure die.

He did not want to die, so he kept an eye out for any changes in his surroundings. He saw hope as the godly spear violently sucked away the magma. This guy still had one more calamity, or perhaps it was his final step. Quenching.

Bang! Bang! A loud sound came from the ground. Ling was wild with joy. Water, it must be water. He put his hands in the air and was about to fly towards the source of the sound when he heard a scream.

Violet Shuang, who had lost her soul, suddenly lost her footing and fell to the ground. Ling Jun suddenly remembered that his right hand was blocking the Purple Frost. He suddenly let go. The tragedy of the purple frost. Below his feet was the magma river that sold financial iron. Instinctively, he flew down, grabbing at the falling purple frost. He wanted to escape once again. The barrier in the northwest direction had already shattered. The mighty flood engulfed them in an instant.

It was an astonishing feat! In the boiling river, Spirit was holding on to Violet Frost, trying to find a way out. Why did the enchantment shrink? It did not shrink at all, but was split into two. The rain that fell from the sky over the course of countless years was partly vaporized by the volcano and partly stored for quenching purposes.

What kind of talent could have made such a situation possible? The end of life, the spirit once again confused, for themselves, for the world.

How could there be an end to life? The purple frost in their arms once again began to emit a violet light, enveloping them within. Tremendous waves crashed against the shore, and fury burned in the magma. Divine Weapons dominated the world, so no matter how Purgatory raged, it could not destroy this small ball of purple light, much less harm the person within.

When he came back from the dead, his spirit would explode with all his senses to analyze this ball of purple light. In that distant era, such a legend had once existed. Even if the stars perished and the world was destroyed, as long as there was purple energy coming from the east, all living beings would be able to experience spring.

The Goddess of the Clouds controlled the light of life. Every time there was a great calamity, she would entrust herself to the world.

How could this be possible? Didn't that mean that the Great Change Divine Tribulation had already passed 50,000 years ago? Who knew when the next time would be? The fact that the Cloud Goddess had entrusted her life to an assassin was very unreliable. She felt as if she had a hallucination. This could not be blamed on him, as the clothes of the person in his embrace had all been burned away.

How happy she was in a coma! At the very least, he wouldn't be tortured by these fragmented thoughts.

His body was exhausted, and he was no longer in danger. Gradually, his spirit had lost all feeling. Regardless of how white he was, or how the lava destroyed the world, he could not wake up the two people sleeping in the purple light.

The purple light of Purgatory had indeed become their light of life. Carrying them in this blood-red world.

The flood had subsided, the lava had cooled, and the violet light in the darkness had faded.

All the spirits in their dreams instinctively sensed that danger was approaching. He suddenly opened his eyes. Not too far away, the God Slaughtering Spear was shining brightly. However, he realized that the danger did not come from there. Instead …

"Ah, you, I'm going to kill you." Zi Shuang's roar shook everyone until their minds were completely blank.

Bang. Gulp. Violet Frost woke up, and the light dissipated. The two of them fell into the water at the same time. The world was completely dark.

The world was dark, but the pain in his body was extremely real. How could the spirit not know why it had suffered? Hugging her to sleep, and still …

He should have fought, he really should have fought, but nothing had happened. Ling Jun could not believe how strong his self-control was. He clearly remembered thinking that she was the Goddess of the Cloud, then, did he kiss her?

He did not remember, nor did he have the time to think. He struggled to swim in the direction of the godly spear, the purple frost raging behind him. Not only did he not die, he was even thwarted by the evil spirits. Zi Shuang wanted to cry, but she had no tears. If there were no tears, there would be blood.