Inside the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

The sea of ​​fire and the sea of ​​blood wrapped the Qing God King and Yan Chuan.

On the other hand, Sun Wukong controlled the Zhuxian Sword Formation and kept dragging the Purple God King.

"Boom!"

The Purple God King was in a mess, but this was just a "drag" after all.

"It's been ten hours! What a powerful Zhuxian Sword Formation, if it hides without being released?" A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the Purple God King.

"You are also honored. Today, when you are talking about swordsmanship, you are the best at Zhuxian!" Sun Wukong said with a smile.

Turning his head and looking not far away, he was obviously wondering why Yan Chuan had fought for so long, and it had not yet decided the outcome?

And at this moment of distracting the spirit, the Purple God King seemed to have found an opportunity and swung the purple long sword in his hand.

"boom!"

When he collided with the sword aura of Zhu Xian's four swords, the Purple God King instantly shot towards the land of the sea of ​​blood.

"Break it for me!" The Purple God King slashed at the sea of ​​blood with a sword.

"boom!"

The sea of ​​blood instantly separated a huge wave, and the huge waves separated, and the inner Yanchuan and Qingshen King were immediately exposed.

The bronze coffin of the Burial Heaven collided with the Qing Sword. Both of them had some damage in their clothes, and their other hands were facing each other in their palms. Yan Chuan's eyes showed ferociousness. The Qing God King's eyes were also extremely shocked.

"boom!"

The sea of ​​blood and the sea of ​​fire were broken by the Purple God King.

Yan Chuan's eyes condensed, and his right hand facing his palm suddenly turned into claws, and he grabbed the right arm of the Qing God King.

"Not good!" King Qing Shen changed his face.

"Sad!" The Purple God King also changed his face.

The Purple God King blew his palm towards Yan Chuan, wanting Yan Chuan to give up the claw that severely damaged the Qing God King.

But at this time, how could Yan Chuan give up?

The right claw broke through the Qing God King's palm energy faster and grabbed it on his right arm with a bang.

"tear!"

With a fierce look, Yan Chuan burst into tears.

"roar!"

The Qing God King roared in pain.

And the Purple God King's palm also came closer.

In a hurry, Yan Chuan's left palm went over. The bronze coffin of Burial Sky suddenly became weaker, but it barely blocked the Qing Jian.

A purple light rushed straight into Yan Chuan's left palm.

"boom!"

Yan Chuan paused, turned his head, and looked at the Purple God King with a fierce look in his eyes.

"roar!"

The Qing God King roared in pain.

The right arm of the Qing God King was torn off by Yan Chuan, and the blood instantly wet the blue shirt.

"Yan Chuan!" King Qing Shen roared.

The Purple God King retreated away from Yanchuan with one palm, but he was unwilling to fight.

"The situation is wrong. Go back first, and the purple and green are combined!" The Purple God King shouted loudly.

The long sword in his hand stabbed towards the Qingshen King, and the Qingshen King's green sword also stabbed.

The two swords collided, and suddenly a dazzling light burst out from the tip of the sword.

"boom!"

A huge force erupted, the sea of ​​blood and fire exploded, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation suddenly shook, and a crack suddenly exposed.

"call!"

The Purple God King and the one-armed Qing God King flew out in an instant.

"Not good!" Sun Wukong said with a deep face.

Yan Chuan looked out through the gap.

"Yan Chuan, I will come back. I want to make you Xianyang a hell on earth, roar!" The Qing God King covered his broken arm and looked at Yan Chuan with a roar.

All the Taoist gods in the outside world were gone, and the two of them naturally understood the result. At this moment, they fled to the south with a strong sense of reluctance.

Yan Chuan held up the Qing God King's broken arm and pinched it hard.

"Bang!"

The broken arm of the Qing God King turned into powder.

"Roar!" The Qing God King roared hatred in the distance.

"Yan Chuan has hit my Zisha poison, and he can't get it. Just turn around and use magic power to suck it out!" The Purple God King shouted.

The Qing God King turned his head and no longer looked at Xianyang with reluctance.

"call out!"

The two turned into streams of light and disappeared in an instant.

"Emperor Yan, are you okay?" Sun Wukong looked at Yan Chuan's left arm, and his left arm had turned purple at this moment.

"I'm fine, please withdraw the formation!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Sun Wukong nodded.

When he retreated the formation, Yan Chuan looked up at the black fog above the formation, thinking about something.

"Boom!"

The formation was withdrawn.

The sky was clear in a blink of an eye.

Yan Chuan stood in the void. His left arm became more and more purple. Yan Chuan's eyes became cold and he looked at his left hand.

"Crack, Crack!"

Countless small star dots emerged from the palm of the palm, like billions of small stars, forming a stirring force, quickly drawing the purple light from the left arm and pulling it to the palm of the palm.

Zisha God Poison?

After a while, they were all pulled out.

"Hmph!" Yan Chuan snorted coldly, and pinched his hand, and the purple evil spirit poison instantly dissipated.

Yan Chuan defeated the Qing God King?

Song Tianzong, who was watching the battle from a distance and preparing to benefit the fisherman, was stunned.

"I'm not right? Yan Chuan did not mobilize the great power of the world and tore up the Qing God King's arm? The Purple God King and the Qing God King finally fled in a hurry?" Song Tianzong said in surprise.

No, it's completely different from what I expected.

In Song Tianzong's mind, it should be the Qing God King who destroyed Xianyang. But is that right in front of him?

Yan Chuan just became an ancestor immortal, and he just became the first level of the ancestor immortal.

The Purple God King, the Green God King, is like the fourth level of the Ancestral Immortal. There are so many differences, how can it turn around?

Could it be the Zhuxian Sword Formation?

Looking at Sun Wukong beside Yan Chuan, Song Tianzong suddenly felt a sudden impression in his heart.

The fisherman's benefit is not easy to deal with!

Although Yan Chuan's clothes were a little damaged, they were not hurt. The Qing God King had a broken arm.

"Master Song?" Yan Chuan suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Tianzong in the West.

Song Tianzong's face froze and was discovered again? How did Yan Chuan discover himself?

Yan Chuan thought that Song Tianzong naturally couldn't hide it.

"Hahaha, congratulations to Emperor Yan, for showing his power!" Song Tianzong flew out and said with a smile.

Yan Chuan stared at Song Tianzong, but did not smile at all. Yan Chuan understood that if he was defeated this time, Song Tianzong would definitely take advantage of the situation.

"Master Song, I want to go to the Ziqing Territory and kill the Purple God King and Qing Shen King immediately. What do you think of Master Song?" Yan Chuan asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Song Tianzong was slightly stunned, as if he didn't hear it clearly.

"What? Are you going to destroy the Ziqing Territory? When?" Song Tianzong said in surprise.
To be continued...