1629: C1629 Forty-five Purple Cloud Souls

C1629 Forty-five Purple Cloud Souls

"As expected of a genius stronger than Huang Zheqi!" Han Feng praised in his heart. Despite being affected by the divine soul and illusions, he was still able to unleash such a shocking attack.

The Sovereign King Sword was indeed worthy of its name.

Unfortunately. . .

Two beams of golden light shot out from Xuan Long's eyes once again.

This kind of pure divine soul attack was not something that physical attacks and divine essence attacks could withstand at all.

Only the same divine soul attack could break it.

Or directly relying on the powerful divine soul to forcefully resist it.

However, with the enhancement of the Golden Immortal Immortal Pupils, Han Feng's divine soul had already soared to the level of a seventh-grade divine soul. The divine soul of the white-clothed swordsman was powerful and was only half a step away from the seventh-grade, but in the end, he had not stepped into the seventh-grade.

Originally, the divine soul of the man in white had not been carved in such a manner. In order to unleash the Monarch Sword, the resistance of the man in white against the divine soul had been further reduced.

After all, in order to unleash that King's Sword, essence, energy, and spirit could not be reduced by a single step.

As a result, the divine soul of the white robed swordsman was even more chaotic from the impact. The white robed swordsman was no longer able to resist the influence of the illusion on him.

Such an effect had already affected the white-robed swordsman's vision. In the eyes of the white-robed swordsman, there was no longer any mystic dragon, but everything in the illusion.

At this moment, two beams of divine soul golden light shot over explosively. The divine soul, which did not have much resistance to begin with, was completely gravely injured.

If the divine soul was compared to a huge mountain, right now, this huge mountain seemed to have been struck by lightning, splitting into pieces.

Puah Puah Puah. . .

The white-robed swordsman vomited blood continuously. The Sovereign King Sword Body could no longer be maintained, and his face turned pale.

"How. . . How strong!"

"I actually. . . Lost!" The man in white had a blank look in his eyes.

In the tiny State of Clouds, besides the person who came from the same place as him, there was actually someone who could surpass him.

Xuan Long roared furiously. The Purple Cloud Light instantly flew towards Han Feng. Surprisingly, the Purple Cloud Soul belonging to the white-clothed swordsman was flying towards Han Feng.

The White-Robed Swordsman had never been robbed before. The amount of Purple Cloud Soul in his hand was even more than Han Feng's fifteen balls. Furthermore, it was not just a few more balls, but twice as many as Han Feng's fifteen balls!

One fold, twice as much. In other words, it was twice as much as Han Feng's own.

"Thirty purple cloud souls, this guy actually has so many purple cloud souls!" Han Feng was overjoyed. The number of purple cloud souls that the white-clothed swordsman had was simply beyond his imagination. Han Feng originally thought that it would be good enough if the white-clothed swordsman had more than ten purple cloud souls.

"Thirty of them. Including my fifteen days, it will be forty-five. It is enough for me to comprehend a Top Top-quality Divine Skill!"

"Sixty-four balls, and I will be able to comprehend a Chaotic Divine Skill. I'm only nineteen balls away from the sixty-four balls!" Being so close to the Chaotic Divine Skill, Han Feng's heart couldn't help but pound.

Initially, he knew the function of the Purple Cloud Soul. Although Han Feng had thought of comprehending a Chaos Divine Skill, he also knew that it was extremely difficult, so he lowered his target by a level.

Now, he had already achieved his goal of lowering his target by a level.

Since he already had the qualification to comprehend the Chaos Divine Skill, there was no need for him to shrink back.

"Right now, the only one with the Purple Cloud Soul is probably that black-haired man. With that black-haired man's Cultivation base, his combat strength is definitely not any weaker than an ordinary high-level Sixth Tribulation True God. And with that strange divine ability, it can't be underestimated. "

"Back then, nearly a hundred purple clouds had descended, and with the addition of that, the number of purple clouds in the black haired man's hand wouldn't be any less than mine. In fact, it would be even more than mine!"

"If I were to fight him, I would either win and comprehend the Chaos Divine Skill. Or if I lose, the other party would comprehend the Chaos Divine Skill "

"I'll give it my all!"

With this thought in mind, Han Feng's combat intent soared. Looking at the man in white, Han Feng was about to continue his attack.

Han Feng did not forget that the man in white wanted to snatch his Mysterious God Sword. If he did not extort one, how could he let the man in white go so easily?

But at this moment, the white-robed swordsman actually threw out a Purple Cloud Key, and the light that led to a higher level swallowed the white-robed swordsman.

"Sir, leave the Purple Cloud Divine Pagoda. There will definitely be another battle between you and me!" The white-robed swordsman's voice was filled with unwillingness. If not for the Purple Cloud Divine Pagoda restricting his Eight Tribulations Divine Sword, his strength would not have been so weak.

Although Han Feng had the Nine Tribulations Divine Sword in his hands, Han Feng was not a true sword cultivator. As a orthodox sword cultivator, even if the divine sword in his hands was a grade lower than the Mysterious God Sword, it was still uncertain who would be stronger or weaker in the end.

"Must there be a battle?" Han Feng sneered.

After bathing in the Purple Cloud Divine Power, his Nine Flames And Strange Fire Art would improve, and his overall strength would increase by a lot.

If he could comprehend the Chaotic Divine Skill, his overall combat strength would increase by leaps and bounds.

At that time, his strongest trump card would no longer be the Mysterious God Sword.

So what if he was a legitimate sword cultivator?

He would still blow it up.

"Unfortunately, after reaching the thirty-second level, without the Purple Cloud Light, it would be very difficult to find him. On the contrary, I. . . " Han Feng frowned as he looked at the Purple Cloud Light that enveloped him. Not only was the purple light extremely dense, the light pillar was also incomparably wide. It was too obvious.

"Fine. Anyway, I only have one competitor left. It's obvious. "

Han Feng had yet to collect the Purple Cloud Fragments, so he stayed on the thirty-first level for nearly ten days before reaching the thirty-second level.

Each of the Purple Cloud Divine Beasts on the thirty-second level possessed the strength of an ordinary peak mid-Sixth Tribulation True God. With Han Feng's current strength, he wouldn't dare to fight too many of them at once.

Otherwise, if he was surrounded, he would suffer heavy injuries even if he didn't die.

The thirty-second floor. Han Feng was very careful. It took him a full month to collect the Purple Cloud Fragments, condense them into a Purple Cloud Key, and ascend to the thirty-third floor.

. . .

On the thirty-third level, a figure sat cross-legged in the void.

Suddenly, a shocking violet pillar of light shot into the sky from afar, and this figure muttered to himself. "Finally, someone has arrived at the thirty-third level. It wasn't in vain for us to wait for so long. "

"It's Huang Zheqi? Or is it Junxing?"

"I have robbed Huang Zheqi once, and with Huang Zheqi's strength, it should be a little difficult for him to reach this level. He won't be able to reach this level so quickly. Is that Junxing?"

"Although he is a companion from the same place, for the sake of the Chaotic Divine Skill, I have no choice but to. . . "

The figure stood up and took a step forward. His entire body seemed to have merged into the void and disappeared, leaving only faint traces of spatial fluctuations.

Even the purple pillar of light that enveloped the figure merged into the void and disappeared.

"Mm? It's not Jun Xuri!" The aura approached the figure that had merged into the space. A trace of shock flashed across his heart.

There was actually such a figure in the Cloud Prefecture?

Who exactly was this person? Why did he feel that it was somewhat familiar?

After passing through the spatial zone, the figure hiding in the darkness finally saw Han Feng, who was hiding in the purple light.1

"It's him!"

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