Chapter 1632

"Two... Twenty? How did this son do it?"

Everyone stood up, their eyes fixed on Zhuo Wen, and their faces twitched violently.

For those who can knock the blood tripod for 20 times, only the leader of the blood refining mansion, Xue Hentian, is now. It is said that Xue Hentian finally achieved it by relying on the power of Jiuyang Dao sword.

But in front of him, Mu Zhuo's accomplishments are nothing but a broken mysterious holy land, and he has no official position in the blood refining house in terms of qualifications. At the same time, he is an unknown person, but this son knocked the blood tripod 20 times.

"Twenty? No way, he... I don't believe it!"

Shi crack trembled all over and squeezed his fists tightly. He stared at Zhuo Wen's figure and roared loudly.

Although it was a pity that he had not been able to ring the 15th time before, he also knew that among all the generals, the score of the 14th time was definitely a high level. No one could achieve this score except him.

But before this, Mu Zhuo, who was unknown, not only caught up with his achievements, but even surpassed him, and finally sounded 20 times.

Shi crack couldn't accept such a turning point, or he couldn't believe it, but even if he didn't believe it anymore, all this had happened, right in front of him.

WOW!

When Zhuo Wen knocked down the 20th, all the grievances in the blood tripod poured out at once. The massive grievances gushed out like the ocean and rushed into the sky, forming boundless dark clouds.

If you look carefully, you can find that this dark cloud contains countless ferocious faces, which are formed by resentment.

"What did you do?"

The head of the mansion, Xue Hentian, had a tiny pupil and looked at the huge cloud of resentment in the sky. He stared at Zhuo Wenli and shouted.

Blood hen Tian once struck for the 20th time. Although the resentment generated was really terrible, it was not as dense and huge as today, as if all the resentments in the blood tripod were spitting out today.

Moreover, Xue Hentian also clearly felt that the blood tripod only erupted resentment, but the more terrible pressure and blood gas did not spit out.

"Is the blood tripod helping Mu Zhuo?"

Such a strange idea suddenly appeared in xuehentian's mind, but it was soon denied by him. Although the blood tripod has spirit, Mu Zhuo had nothing to do with the blood tripod before. How could he help Mu Zhuo?

But Xue Hentian knew that the blood tripod was so strange that it had nothing to do with Mu Zhuo.

Zhuo Wen glanced at xuehentian and ignored him. He stepped on his right foot and suddenly jumped into the dark cloud of terrible resentment.

"Where to go?"

Xuehentian's pupils were tiny, he snorted coldly, and with a move of his right hand, a golden sword swept out. Under his mind, he chased Zhuo Wen like a shuttle.

The golden light burst at the moment of the sword, which turned into a terrible scorching sun.

"The first Yang Dao sword among the Nine Yang Dao swords. I didn't expect the master of the mansion to use the Nine Yang Dao sword as soon as he shot. Is this going to kill the Mu Zhuo?"

Looking at the huge scorching sun, everyone around was shocked. Jiuyang Dao sword is a sacred weapon of earth immortals. Even the first Yangdao sword is enough to kill any martial artist below the anti heaven holy land.

I'm afraid even the martial arts against heaven dare not compete with this first Yang Dao sword?

"This mu Zhuo is finished. If the house master makes a move, he will die!" the manager Zang Feng grinned, as if he had a bad breath.

In the middle of the sky, Zhuo Wen also felt the first Yang Dao sword, and the cold in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Xuehentian's sword was very tricky, but it swept towards his limbs, obviously trying to break his limbs.

Zhuo Wen thought to himself that he didn't provoke this blood Hentian, but this blood Hentian was so cruel, which made Zhuo Wen's heart full of cold.

"Xiaoyu, help me control the first Yang sword!" Zhuo Wen suddenly whispered into the secret way to Xiaoyu in the Canglong hall.

At the moment, Xiao Yu, standing in the square of Canglong hall, has a pretty face full of excitement. He pinches his pink fist and nods his head deeply: "brother mu, don't worry, Xiao Yu won't let you down."

With that, the Nine Yang mark on Xiaoyu's clavicle suddenly burst into a fiery golden awn. A special force spread from Xiaoyu's body, like an invisible tentacle.

This special force poured out of the Canglong hall and finally landed in the palm of Zhuo Wen's right hand.

"Brother mu, this is the controlling power of my Jiuyang constitution. With the controlling power, you can forcibly control the Jiuyang Dao sword."

"Fortunately, xuehentian only released the first Yang Dao sword, and the first Yang Dao sword is the weakest and best controlled one. With my control power, brother mu, you can forcibly seize the first Yang Dao sword."

After Xiaoyu showed his special strength, his pretty face was slightly white, his teeth clenched his lower lip, and his whole body was dripping with sweat.

"Well, hard work!"

Zhuo Wen nodded and held this special force in his right hand. Zhuo Wen silently surrounded the water droplets around his body, just in case.

Whoosh!

The first Yang Dao sword was very fast. It swept in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant. Zhuo Wen could even clearly feel the fiery high temperature erupted from the first Yang Dao sword, which was much more terrible and fiery than the magma in the center of the earth.

When the sword came, it cut off Zhuo Wen's limbs to break his limbs.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent. His right hand became a claw. The special force in the palm erupted and buckled to the first Yang Dao sword.

"Is mu Zhuo looking for death? He went to pick up Jiuyang Dao sword with his bare hands. Ha ha, it's really fearless for ignorant people!"

Zhuo Wen's behavior immediately caused a burst of laughter. Many martial artists were joking and sarcastic by Mu Lu. They thought Zhuo Wen was looking for death.

But the reality has given these ridiculers a big slap.

The moment Zhuo Wen's right hand touched the first Yang Dao sword, the first Yang Dao sword buzzed, and the sound of the sword was filled with a touch of fear and submission.

Then Zhuo Wen grabbed the first Yang Dao sword in the palm of his hand in full view of the public, as if he were holding an ordinary sword.

For a moment, the whole scene fell into silence, and the blood hate day stood in place like petrification.

After seizing the first Yang Dao sword, Zhuo Wen did not hesitate to include it in the spirit ring. Immediately, he took an explosive step, like an arrow from the string, and his body immediately disappeared into the terrible dark cloud formed by resentment.

As soon as Zhuo Wen entered the cloud of grievances, there was an endless sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling in his ear. Countless grievances around him seemed to be rushing towards Zhuo Wen as if he had seen a fishy cat.

However, Zhuo Wen smiled coldly. More than 50 drops of water from the yellow spring surrounded him like a hungry wolf. All the complaints around him were refined by the yellow spring.

After a while, a vacuum environment was formed around Zhuo Wen. Within this range, the surrounding grievances lingered and dared not approach Zhuo Wen at all.

"It's really terrible resentment. Is this the resentment accumulated by the blood tripod for thousands of years? It should be more than that?"

Zhuo Wen walked leisurely in this endless resentment, but he showed the color of reflection.

While the outside world Xue Hentian was furious. Although he didn't understand why his first Yang Dao sword was taken away by Mu Zhuo, the Nine Yang Dao sword was his foundation. Now he was robbed in public. Xue Hentian couldn't tolerate it both in face and mood.

"The six commanders and the manager, Zang Feng, broke the cloud of resentment with the master of our house. Today, Mu Zhuo can't go away."

Blood hates the cold day and jumps up, and the manager Zang Feng naturally follows.

Among the six commanders, the first commander frowned slightly, but he did not disobey Xue Hentian's order. He followed Xue Hentian with five commanders.

A group of eight people, with supreme strength, broke a hole in the cloud of resentment and immediately drilled in.

However, the cloud of resentment is too huge, and there are too many and dense resentments in it. Therefore, after half a column of incense, the eight people of xuehentian returned without success.

"Mansion leader, it seems that Mu Zhuo has a secret method that can make the resentment retreat. He is like a tiger in the resentment cloud. I'm afraid it's hard to find if we go in and look for it like this." Zang Feng said in a deep voice.

"What should I do? And how did this son take the first Yang Dao sword among the Nine Yang Dao swords? The first Yang Dao sword had been thoroughly refined by our master long ago, but he took it away directly. It's really weird."

What Xue Hentian cares about most is his first Yang Dao sword. After all, this is a local immortal holy weapon and his strongest card. Now he is taken away by Zhuo Wen. How can he not worry.

Zang Feng's eyes twinkled and suddenly thought of something. He said in a deep voice: "master of the mansion, in addition to the strong immortal saint, who can seize the Jiuyang Dao sword, there are only the descendants of the Jiuyang Tianjun who has the constitution of Jiuyang."

"Hmm? Do you think that Mu Zhuo has Jiuyang constitution and is the descendant of Jiuyang Tianjun?" blood hates Tianmu's light and narrows.

"Apart from this speculation, my subordinates really can't think of any other results! And this person is brought by the blood general. Maybe he knows something." Zang Feng said.

Blood hated the light of the sky, and finally fell on the blood devil not far away. His eyes were a little cold and said, "blood general, this person is your helper. Do you have anything to say?"

Feeling the fierce eyes of blood Hentian, the blood devil kept complaining in his heart. He didn't expect that Zhuo Wen would make such a big noise, and even finally captured the first Yang Sword of blood Hentian.

"Blood general, don't think that those old guys protect you, you think the master of our house doesn't dare to touch you."

Seeing that the blood devil kept silent, Xue Hentian was a little angry and his tone increased a lot.

The blood devil's eyes flickered and sighed in a dark way: "house master, my subordinates didn't expect this. In order to make up for my mistake, my subordinates are willing to tell you a secret."

Blood hate day eyebrows a pick, immediately raised a trace of interest, asked: "what secret?"

"It's very important to you about the true origin of that Mu Zhuo." the blood devil said cautiously.

The blood hated the sky and the light was strange. When I just wanted to speak, suddenly there was a violent change in the terrible resentment cloud ove