1032: C1032 Thunder Emperor's Indestructible Body

C1032 Thunder Emperor's Indestructible Body

The elder in yellow robe looked at Murong Wuji, "Grand Elder, what's wrong?"0

"Hmph. We were tricked by that little bastard. He isn't the so-called Nine Revolutions Immortal at all. Instead, he's a monstrous child."

Anger flashed in Murong Wuji's eyes. He snorted coldly and threw a punch in front of him, creating a huge pit thousands of miles away.

As the Great Elder of Middle region, he was a super strong practitioner capable of tribulation at the tenth level. His own strength could be placed in the top hundred in the entire Wulo Divine Land, but he was actually played around by a little kid.

Moreover, this brat actually tricked the Heavenly Note Sword, one of the ten great quasi beast kings in the palace, into taking it away. This is an utter humiliation. He is simply pressing the dignity he has accumulated for thousands of years onto the ground and rubbing it …

"Shua!"

Just as Murong Wuji was enraged, a purple light flew over from the horizon at a ferocious speed. In the blink of an eye, it had already traversed tens of thousands of kilometers and arrived above True Spirit Martial Academy.

When the yellow-robed elder saw this figure, his eyes widened in anger, "You little bastard, if you still have the guts to come, I'll exterminate you!"

When everyone heard this, they all turned to look, and their faces filled with fury: "Little bastard, you actually dared to mess with my Murong Immortal Palace, I'll dig out all eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

Murong Wuji suddenly turned his head, his pupils were bloodshot and veins were popping out on his forehead: "Little bastard, I will make you disappear into ashes!"

Ye Xiaofan arrived in the air above True Spirit Martial Academy. The familiar face in front of him was already in ruins.

He could feel that the air was still filled with the smell of fresh blood. And the smell of this blood belonged to Zhang Wukuang. The old man that he had been blackmailing was actually dead.

"It's you guys!" Ye Xiaofan mechanically turned his head towards Murong Wuji and the others. His big, intelligent eyes trembled violently, as if blood and tears were boiling inside.

Looking at the approaching person, Ye Xiaofan was fearless. His heart was filled with killing intent. He raised his small hand and pointed it at the sky, "Die!"

"Boom!"

The sky above the nine heavens was covered by dark clouds. Suddenly, the dark clouds covered the sky and thunderous roars came down from the sky. Bolts of lightning that were tens of thousands of feet wide locked onto Murong Wuji and the others and smashed down.

"This is the aura of the Heavenly Dao!"

Murong Wuji raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt a natural fear in his heart. As a Level 10 Tribulation, he was only one stage away from becoming an immortal. He could feel the terror of the heavens.

Although Ye Xiaofan had only guided a small part of the Heavenly Energy, this Heavenly Energy was a threat to him.

"Crack, crack, crack …"

Countless bolts of lightning that were several tens of meters thick struck onto the bodies of several tens of Murong Immortal Palace practitioners. Like electric barbecued meat skewers, it caused the bodies of several tens of people to be electrocuted into a pile of black scorched meat, and they all fell down one after another.

"Bang …" "Crack …"

Murong Wuji and the yellow-robed old man extended their hands and opened a Genuine Energy shield, blocking the descending lightning. However, a crack had appeared on the Genuine Energy shield.

This scene shocked Murong Wuji. From the momentum of Ye Xiaofan's attack just now, it was the first level of heavenly tribulation. However, it was enough to blast a crack in his shield for the tenth level of heavenly tribulation.

Murong Wuji was surprised and happy at the same time: "Being able to control the Heavenly Energy, you little b * stard, you must have some treasure on you!"

The yellow-robed Dao-Divination Elder next to him was the same, his eyes filled with greed.

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