Chapter 919 The Power of Purple Lightning

The ultimate powerhouses of more than three hundred Buddhist sects put all the treasures into their wishing bags.

One by one, their eyes lit up with excitement.

They have never seen so many treasures.

Bringing these treasures back, Buddhism will definitely become stronger than ever before.

Moreover, if they bring these treasures back, they are eligible to choose three of them and keep them first.

There are countless eighth-rank weapons, eighth-rank or even ninth-rank elixirs, formation stone plates, skill stones, etc. here.

As for the wild dragon stone, there are also a lot more.

They can use these treasures to improve their cultivation and strength.

At the same time, their status within the sect will also rise.

Amidst their excitement, a disciple looked at Picasso and joked:

"Actually, our biggest gain this time is this kid. Without him, none of us would be able to come in."

"Yeah, this kid was sent by Wen Zilong's deformity."

"That deformity? I don't know where he died now. I mean, he probably really died somewhere."

"In the past few days, I haven't seen him at all. When tomorrow passes and the Moon God Ancient Land is closed, then even if he doesn't die, he will have to die inside."

Picasso's face was pale at this time, and his eyes revealed horror.

He already knew how much enmity Wen Zilong had with Buddhism.

And he had been favored by Wen Zilong before.

In this way, the empty door will definitely not make yourself feel better.

After going back, they still don't know how to torture themselves.

At the same time, he was also worried about Wen Zilong.

Although he is a little bit cowardly, this savage dragon has a kind heart.

He had received Wen Zilong's favor, so of course he didn't want Wen Zilong to die like this.

Half an hour later, the barbarian dragons of the empty sect had enough rest.

"Let's go, go back."

"Time is tight, and you can take a good rest after you go back."

A savage dragon snatched Picasso's nine-eyed butterfly directly, and said, "You coward, you deserve to ride this? Get out of here."

As he said that, he threw a few wild dragon stones to the Nine-Eyed Colorful Butterfly.

However, the Nine-Eyed Butterfly is controlled by the voice of Wen Zilong's leader.

Wen Zilong gave it an order to let it follow Picasso.

So at this time, it ignored those few dragon stones at all.

When the Buddhist disciple saw it, his heart immediately became angry.

"This butterfly is looking for death!"

As he said that, energy condensed in his right hand, and he was about to blast directly at the Nine-Eyed Colorful Butterfly.

The Nine-eyed Butterfly is just a ninth-level ferocious beast, which is equivalent to a seventh-level supreme powerhouse.

And this Buddhist disciple is an eighth-order ultimate powerhouse.

He blasted at the energy of the nine-eyed butterfly, and the nine-eyed butterfly couldn't resist it at all.

boom--

That poor butterfly was smashed directly into the ground.

Picasso suddenly yelled in horror: "Xiaodie——"

The Buddhist disciple laughed jokingly, and scolded: "Return Xiaodie, little sister!"

Then he fiddled with the antennae of the nine-eyed butterfly with the sword in his hand, and cursed: "Beast, are you still listening?"

The nine-eyed butterfly raised its head, and its eyes radiated hatred.

The Buddhist disciple chuckled: "Oh, you're quite tough. Picasso, I didn't expect you to be so cowardly. Your beast is really tough."

Afterwards, the energy in the hand condensed again.

"I want to see how tough you are!"

Afterwards, he planned to continue blasting towards the Nine-Eyed Colorful Butterfly.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Turn around quickly.

Not far behind him, a fire spear about five meters long, which seemed to be made of condensed magma, flew straight towards him.

He took advantage of the situation and blasted the energy in his hand towards the fire spear.

However, his energy was like cotton in front of the fire spear, which was easily pierced by the fire spear.

The next moment, after the fire spear penetrated his energy, it instantly flew into his mouth and flew out from the back of his head.

It actually nailed him directly to the ground.

Even one of his seven life-saving hole cards had not been activated, and he had already been instantly killed.

Moreover, the flames on the fire spear burned him up in just three seconds, leaving not even a trace of ashes behind.

At this moment, the more than 300 wild dragons at the scene all stood there dumbfounded.

They turned their heads in disbelief, looking in the direction of the fire spears.

In that direction, a deformed savage dragon was slowly floating in the air.

The wingspan reaches more than forty meters.

The black scales on his body shone with a breathtaking luster under the sunlight.

"This... this is Wen Zilong!"

A Buddhist disciple suddenly called out.

"Quick, throw me all the formation stone disks, activate them, activate the formation stone disks!"

After the Great Elder was shocked, he quickly reacted and roared.

He knew that even though they had a numerical advantage here, they were not Wen Zilong's opponent.

The only way is to activate all the formation stone plates they just obtained.

With these formations, Wen Zilong can be stopped.

Even if he can't completely block him, just give them some time and let them set up a space killing array.

Then this time, they will be able to destroy Wen Zilong.

Ever since, there were three hundred barbarian dragons, and each barbarian dragon directly threw more than a dozen formation stone plates.

In the next moment, more than 3,000 formation stone disks were activated.

Within a 100-meter radius, formations of various sizes were immediately filled.

Each formation diagram emits light of various colors.

Only then did the Great Elder feel a little more at ease, and said:

"Quickly deploy!"

Therefore, these three hundred Buddhist disciples quickly arranged the space killing array.

When Picasso saw Wen Zilong, he was pleasantly surprised and said, "Master Ding, you are still alive!"

Wen Zilong smiled and said, "You are not dead, how could I die."

Picasso nodded.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

Master Ding is much stronger than himself, how could he die if he is not dead like this.

Then, Wen Zilong looked at the formations in front of him and smiled contemptuously.

On the right paw, purple lightning condensed out.

The next moment, the mental power moved.

The purple lightning flew forward in an instant.

At the same time, he followed the purple lightning and flew forward.

Boom boom boom boom——

Those arrays are like walls.

But the purple lightning, like a rampaging tank, smashed through the formations.

The disciples in the center of the formations are busy arranging the formations.

But there was a burst of bangs.

Looking up, all of them suddenly changed their complexions, as if they were defecating.

"I go!"

"how is this possible!"

"Depend on!"

The sound they yelled could show how shocked they were at this moment.

There are more than 3,000 formations, and this guy is like a tank, rushing into it.

The Great Elder's complexion changed drastically.

It was too late for him to set up the array, and he teleported a thousand meters away.

At the same time, a shout broke out from the mouth: "Run away!"