Gong Shan's eyes slowly bulged out of their sockets. His face was already a mess to begin with, and his eyeballs looked like they were about to fall out. "Purple Flame? You have the martial soul Invincible?! "
Yang Qingxuan's face was ashen, and his body was filled with killing intent.
The purple flame flickered fiercely on his fingertips. His ten fingers were connected to his heart, and intense pain spread throughout his body. However, he still clenched his teeth and coldly said, "Hurry up and undo your Blood Puppet Art. Otherwise, these purple flames will show no mercy!"
Qing Buli trembled from afar. He stared at the purple flame in a daze, seeming to understand something.
"Haha! Purple Flame, it really is the purple flame! " Gong Shan laughed maniacally after a momentary daze. "What a pleasant surprise! I actually met the strongest martial soul Invincible, haha! Oh, right, it should be called Invincible now. " With a mocking smile on his face, he stared at Yang Qingxuan. Yang Qingxuan was like a piece of fat meat. He licked his lips and smacked his lips with relish.
Yang Qingxuan roared in anger, "Damn you! You bastard! Die! Die for me! "
The purple flame on his fingertip suddenly exploded into the size of a washbasin and shot out in the air, forming a whirlwind as it violently attacked.
Wherever the purple flame passed, nothing was left.
"Bang! — "
Gong Shan's body was burned to ashes as soon as the purple flame touched him. Laughter rang out from within the flame, and it didn't stop until he was reduced to ashes.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn't react to the series of changes.
First, Shangguan Haitang had obtained the golden monkey's power and arrogantly killed Gong Shan. Then, Gong Shan had become terrifying and easily subdued Shangguan Haitang. Now that Yang Qingxuan had unleashed his terrifying purple flame, Gong Mountain was instantly burned to ashes.
The situation had changed so quickly that they couldn't understand it.
"Pfft! — "
Yang Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood. After executing the Violet Flame, more than half of his meridians had been burned, and his zhenqi had been thrown into disarray. His left shoulder was in excruciating pain, and he wished that he could sever his shoulder.
Wu Qiyue took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. She said lovingly, "Don't use that purple flame again. You can't control it. You will die."
Yang Qingxuan resisted the pain and pretended to be fine. He grabbed her hand that was wiping her sweat and said in shock, "The blood lines on your body …"
Those lines of blood were like the roots of an old tree, spreading out from between his eyebrows. Like blood vessels, they went deep into every organ in his body and could not be removed.
Wu Qiyue's eyes were brimming with tears. Clearly, she was terrified. "It's useless. As long as the main body doesn't die, the Blood Puppet Art can't be removed."
Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled, and he asked anxiously, "Then what should we do?"
"You're right. Those who are affected by the Blood Puppet Art will be slaves for life."
Suddenly, Shangguan Haitang on the golden monkey spoke. His normal pupils turned scarlet, and there was a creepy evil smile on his face. He said, "This essence blood is connected to my main body. Unless my main body dies, or my main body calls it back, it will be my slave for life."
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He said, "You …"
He felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Wu Qiyue leaned on him like a pitiful little bird shivering in the wind.
"Hehe." Shangguan Haitang looked at him mockingly and said, "Any blood slave can be my avatar, and this girl is no exception."
Wu Qiyue was so scared that she couldn't stop crying. She said in a trembling voice, "No … I don't want to be his blood slave … Qingxuan … save me … father … save me …"
"Damn it! Undo the Blood Puppet Art on her! "
Yang Qingxuan shouted himself hoarse. Blue veins stood out on his forehead, and his face was ferocious. The Martial Spirit Seal on his left shoulder shone, and an illusory human figure appeared behind him. A terrible power gathered around the illusory figure, and the space couldn't bear the pressure, shaking violently.
Shangguan Haitang's eyes lit up. He looked at the illusory figure with excitement, "Haha, you are indeed the most powerful person in the world!
What? You want to kill me? If this avatar dies, I will come to the girl's body next time. "
His words were like a basin of cold water poured directly on Yang Qingxuan's head, and his anger was extinguished instantly. He felt his hands and feet were cold, and he had no idea what to do.
"Haha, a weak ant can only be slaughtered by others. Even if you are the most powerful person in the world, so what? Weak people don't deserve to have good things. "
Shangguan Haitang crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes were shining with a strange red light, and the bloody lines all over her body were very dazzling. The golden monkey suddenly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and punched toward Yang Qingxuan. "You have such a Martial Spirit. It is a waste of God's gift."
Yang Qingxuan came to himself from his absent-mindedness, and hurriedly stepped back in shock. However, the golden monkey's fist was too big, and it was as big as a mountain. No matter how he retreated, he couldn't avoid it.
Seeing that the fist was about to hit him, a cold light flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and his murderous intent rose. He said coldly, "Whether I am qualified to have such a Martial Spirit is not something you can judge!"
The purple flames on his body turned into six fireballs, which then condensed into a giant palm, and slapped toward the golden fist.
"Six Suns Open the Sky!"
The golden monkey was so weird that it must have some secrets. However, Wu Qiyue was affected by the Blood Puppet Art, and he had lost his mind, so he didn't care about the secret treasure. He gritted his teeth and used the purple flames again, intending to destroy the golden monkey as well!
The giant palm condensed from purple flames flew through the air, burning the sky into nothingness, and slammed into the golden fist!
"Boom!"
A terrifying power spread out, and the purple flames blossomed like fireworks, shooting out in all directions. The sky was scorched by the purple flames, and pitch-black cracks appeared in the sky.
However, the golden fist was not damaged at all, and continued to fall.
"Bang! — — "
The fist hit Yang Qingxuan, and almost all of his bones were shattered. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. His aura fell rapidly, and his body began to carbonize. All of his meridians withered, and his body began to collapse.
The Jasper Gourd at his waist emitted vitality to repair his body, but it was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.
"Brother Qingxuan!"
Wu Qiyue panicked. She didn't care that she was affected by the Blood Puppet Art, and immediately recovered from her fear. She hurriedly flew over and hugged Yang Qingxuan.
At this moment, Yang Qingxuan's body was cracked on the outside by the golden fist, and the inside was carbonized by the purple flames. Wu Qiyue hugged him, and purple flames spewed out from her body, burning her jade-like skin.
However, she turned a blind eye to it, and hurriedly took out all kinds of pills, and stuffed them into Yang Qingxuan's mouth. Large drops of tears rolled down her face, and her hands trembled violently.
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