Chapter 1509

Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed a sharp light, his right hand stroked, and the terrible holy power turned into a huge golden palm.

The golden palm, like a sharp arrow, swept straight out and rushed into the countless scattered cultivation gathered at the edge of the nine Youtian in an instant.

"Ah!"

A scream sounded, and the Golden Palm pointed to a middle-aged man with dark eyes.

At the moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were frightened, but he didn't expect Zhuo Wen to shoot him directly.

"Open it for me!"

The middle-aged man gave a big drink, the whole body rules lingered, and the holy power gushed, which also condensed a big hand.

Click!

However, when the two big hands touched, the big hand condensed by the holy power of the middle-aged man collapsed instantly, while the middle-aged man was like a chicken and was pinched in his hand.

"Coax, die!"

Zhuo Wen spits out this sentence and pinches it with his big hand. The middle-aged man hums and is directly crushed.

Hiss, hiss!

Looking at Zhuo Wen's iron and blood means, those scattered repairs took a breath and were silent.

Zhuo Wen's strength is terrible. They have seen it in jiuyoutian. This son survived the saint robbery and was promoted to peeping into the mysterious holy land.

And his combat power is able to fight against the saints in the holy land of cloudy days. In addition, he has immortal and holy weapons in his hands. This son is absolutely terrible. Ordinary saints are not his opponent at all.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Zhuo Wen was awe inspiring and stared at the numerous scattered practices in front of him.

He knew that these scattered practices were hidden in the secluded world. They were very low-key in the secluded world without showing mountains or water.

Now the Jiuyou realm has changed greatly, which finally leads out these hidden strongmen.

However, although these hermits are strong enough, no matter how strong they are, they can't be stronger than the qingyu'an, the Lord of the Qinglong hall.

The middle-aged man who just made a fuss was a saint who peeped into the mysterious holy land the same as Zhuo Wen, but in Zhuo Wen's hand, he was vulnerable.

"Young generation, are you too rampant?"

Suddenly, an insignificant figure came out of the many scattered practices.

The figure stooped and leaned on a crutch in his right hand. He was over seventy and trembled, as if he would fall at any time.

When the extremely insignificant old man came out, the scattered cultivation around him was quiet.

"It's old Hongguang. I didn't expect that three thousand years later, old Hongguang is still there."

"Three thousand years ago, the Hongguang old man fought with the qingyu'an, the Lord of the Qinglong hall. After the final defeat, he disappeared. Unexpectedly, he has been hidden for three thousand years."

"Three thousand years ago, old Hongguang was a strong man competing with the jade bank. I'm afraid he can't repair it after three thousand years."

The voices of discussion rang out, and all the martial artists around were whispering with awe in their eyes.

"Old Hongguang?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed and stared at the old man like a candle in the wind. The old man was old and would go into the coffin at any time. He was a peerless figure who competed with the jade bank three thousand years ago.

"I don't need to tell you in detail about the harm of Tianchong. It's not that I despise you, but that Tianchong is too powerful. You used to be useless, but will contribute to the strength of Tianchong." Zhuo Wen said faintly.

Old man Hongguang's eyes were deep and said, "do you wait for the insect to kill Lord Cao Rong and then devour countless creatures in our whole Jiuyou territory? Do you have any better way?"

"Yes, why not?" Zhuo Wen said slowly.

"Speak wildly, young man, get out of the way quickly, or don't blame the old man. I'm not polite."

Hongguang old man's crutches suddenly exploded on the ground, and a terror like a giant beast surged out of Hongguang old man's body, like a volcanic eruption.

"In that case, I can only persuade you completely after I beat you down."

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and a gap opened in the center of his eyebrows. There, the Buddha's magic eyes slowly opened, and the golden light and black awn intertwined with each other, revealing a mysterious brilliance.

The Buddha's magic eye is inherited from the fight between the Buddha and the devil saint. After the separation of the Buddha and the devil to become saints, it is re condensed into the form of the Buddha's magic eye.

Among them, the nine kowtows in front of the Buddha and the ten Jedi in front of the devil are combined, and their power is extremely terrible.

"Young generation, I can only see the mysterious holy land. Although the combat power is indeed extraordinary, the Xuansheng is the Xuansheng after all. There is a gap between the Xuansheng and the heavenly saint. I'll teach you a good lesson today."

At the same time, thousands of Hongguang swept out of the void behind him, forming a long Hongguang bridge, which is a great bank.

"What old Hongguang master is the Hongguang law. Judging from its breath, it should be a cloudy holy land. These accomplishments are enough to crush all Xuansheng."

When countless rainbow lights erupted and long rainbow bridges were built in the void, many scattered repairs around were backward, and the pupils were tiny, so they didn't dare to approach at will.

"Young generation, I won't kill you, but only three moves. If you can stop it, I'll retreat immediately; if you can't stop it, I'll keep my hand. This time I'm just giving you a lesson."

Old Hongguang glanced at Zhuo Wen faintly. His thin palm stretched out and suddenly pressed. The countless Hongguang long bridges fell from the sky like meteorites and hit Zhuo Wen.

This scene, many sanxiu were shocked and pale. The full blow of the holy land on a cloudy day was really terrible, which can't be accepted by ordinary people.

Zhuo Wen looked up and stared at the falling Hongguang long bridge. The magic eyes of the Buddha in the middle of his eyebrows glittered with gold and black.

"Nine times in front of the Buddha, one time in the middle of the sky!"

Infinite Buddha light swept from the eyes of Buddha and devil, and a terrible Buddha shadow appeared in the void behind Zhuo Wen.

The Buddha's shadow has a pair of Buddha's eyes narrowed, his right hand folded, and the huge light wheel in the back of his head burst out like a scorching sun.

The Buddha's shadow suddenly knocked to the sky, and a Buddha's palm burst out, facing the countless rainbow bridges.

Boom!

This knock seemed to collapse even the sky, and the rainbow bridge swept from the sky was frozen in the void like time stopped.

"What?"

Old man Hongguang was shocked and looked like a ghost. His attack was blocked.

"Some strength!"

Old Hongguang got serious and pinched his right hand again. Endless Hongguang swept out of his body, forming more Hongguang long bridges and rolling down towards Zhuo Wen.

"Nine kowtows to heaven before the Buddha, and two kowtows to envy heaven!"

Zhuo Wen recited slowly. The huge Buddha shadow knocked again. The supreme Buddha sound sounded in heaven and earth, enlightening the deaf, and cracks began to appear in the whole day.

Click!

Then, the dense Hongguang long bridge collapsed into nothingness, while the Hongguang old man hummed and stepped back dozens of steps. In a pair of turbid old eyes, he was shocked and angry.

"What? Old Hongguang lost? Is it too fast?"

There was an uproar around, and those casual practitioners who had expected old Hongguang to teach Zhuo Wen a good lesson fell into stagnation.

Although Hongguang old man only mastered one Hongguang law, he was at least a saint of the holy land of the cloudy sky. The realm was higher than Zhuo Wen, and he was defeated in the battle?

"It's true that heroes are young. It seems that they are really old."

Stabilize his body, old Hongguang seemed to be ten years old again. After a deep look at Zhuo Wen, he sighed and left jiuyoutian.

As soon as the old man Hongguang left, the scattered repairs gathered together made birds and animals scattered one after another, and did not dare to stay in front of Zhuo Wen.

After dismissing those who planned to cling to Cao Rong, Zhuo Wen returned to his seat on the square platform of Shenyou.

"Zhuo Wen, do you really have a way to deal with this insect?" Liao Si asked curiously.

This insect is really amazing. It's very powerful, and it seems to have the terror ability to swallow the martial arts for its own use. It's an extremely troublesome ghost.

"Yes! The boy really has a way to deal with the insect."

Zhuo Wen didn't speak, but Yang Yi did. He stared at Zhuo Wen with a smile and continued: "junior brother Zhuo Wen, your current arcane realm alone is not enough to give play to the power of the God of war to kill. If you can, I can help you."

As soon as he said this, Zhuo Wen suddenly stood up and stared at Yang Yi. The vast Shengwei surrounded him as if he was always on guard against Yang Yi.

"Younger martial brother Zhuo Wen, don't be so nervous. Brother Wei said that I would tell you the truth at that time. Anyway, now you just know that brother Wei and you are not enemies." Yang Yi said without delay.

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, nodded suspiciously, and immediately sat in his seat. He really couldn't figure out how Yang Yi knew that he had the God of war trying to kill.

The God of war wanted to kill, which was naturally given to him by Bi Fang at the beginning. It has a great effect of restraining the insects, and the power of the God of war wanted to kill is also terrible.

However, the God of war wanted to kill is quite mysterious. Zhuo Wen had been understanding before, so he didn't use it. Except Bi Fang and him, no third person should know that he had the God of war wanted to kill.

But Yang Yi suddenly spoke about the God of war's killing. How could he not be surprised?

However, he also knew that Yang Yi didn't mean to harm him, but was helping him.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhuo Wen asked cautiously, staring at Yang Yi.

"You'll know soon. Now the good play is coming to an end. Don't miss it."

Yang Yi smiled and pointed to the battle in the center of jiuyoutian with her right hand.

At this moment, Tianchong is more and more violent, and each blow can blow through the small world where the nine secluded places are located.

But Cao Rong was miserable. The holy cloud in the scroll was almost exhausted. The empty shadow of the empty Saint also became transparent, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Zhuo Wen, you little beast, I Cao Rong will never let you go."

When the virtual shadow was finally blasted into powder by the insect, Cao Rong roared up to the sky, the scroll in his hand was also broken into powder, and countless bone thorns pierced through his body.

Pooh!

The blood rain splashed and fell in the nine quiet days. Under the attack of bone spurs, Cao Rong burst into a blood mist. He couldn't die anymore. Even Yuanying in Dantian didn't escape.