Rumbled and trembled, and on the peak of the message, countless array patterns shattered, the ground moved, and the scene was shocking.

"Ziyi Hou!"

At this moment, above you, the fourth son of Momen trembled, his face full of disbelief.

Mingming, when he was in the Western Immortal Realm, the Ziyi Marquis had already died at the hands of the King of Hongluan Realm and Master. Why did he appear again today?

In the distance, the man who walked towards him looked about thirty years old, wearing purple clothes and domineering all over his body. He was actually the Purple-Yuan Marquis who had already died in the Western Immortal Realm.

On the Taoist platform, Master Mo looked at the man walking in front of him, and there was not much surprise in his old eyes. He raised his hand and the colorful rays spread, stabilizing the vibrating earth.

"Old man, this marquis is not dead, are you very satisfied. Today, we will settle the new and old accounts together."

While speaking, the Ziyi Hou stepped out in one step and instantly reached the Taoist platform. A purple sword edge appeared and slashed down with a bang.

"It seems that I have said to you, but you haven't remembered it."

The Master Mo said whisperingly, raised his right hand, and the colorful light was brilliant, blocking the sword's edge.

"Put your hypocritical face, I am no longer the idiot of that year."

The Purple-Yuan Hou's eyes were hard to hide the hatred. The sword turned ten thousand pounds, the purple sword light was scattered, majestic and domineering, and the mountains were broken through.

The figure of the Mo Lord was freed up, wearing a white robe, rushing with the wind, raising his hand to determine the wind and clouds, and the colorful penetration of the sun and the moon.

Seeing this, the Ziyi Hou Ningyuan in his left hand, and sword rainbows came out around the sword. The sword techniques and immortal techniques merged together, and a shocking sword broke through the sky.

"Immortal Art, Purple Rainbow Passing the Sun"

The colorful and purple rainbows collided, and the terrifying aftermath roared out, and the astonishing power instantly destroyed all the formation patterns within a thousand feet of the surrounding area.

With a muffled groan, the Zihong sword energy penetrated through the colorful rays and penetrated into the main body of the ink, bringing out a trace of sad blood.

"Are you surprised? Old man, I have been practicing hard for a hundred years, just to take my life today."

After the words came, the figure of the Purple-Yuan Hou flashed, and the sword edge condensed the aura of sword heroes from all directions. He broke the sky with one sword and rushed to his death.
Chapter completed!