Chapter 1906
Zhuo Wen slowly took a step, as if shrinking to an inch, and crossed around the blood armor man. The divine sword in Zhuo Wen's hand could only see a trace of the sword.
Pooh!
The blood armor man came back to his senses. A crack had been opened in his neck. The blood was sprayed out and integrated into the surrounding blood flame, which made people unable to tell whether it was blood or blood flame.
Covering the wound on his neck, the blood armor man's eyes were full of ferocious color. He suddenly threw his long gun in his hand, and countless blood flames rolled into a huge ferocious face, opened his huge mouth and swallowed Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wenqi looked at the blood armor man in a strange place. He didn't expect that this sword could not completely kill the blood armor man.
"The true God is different from the God of heaven. They master the power of the galaxy, and their vitality is much larger than the God of heaven. Unless you have the power to destroy the galaxy or completely annihilate the spirit of the true God, it is difficult to kill the blood armor man."
The voice of pity dream suddenly rang out in Zhuo Wen's mind. Zhuo Wen smelled the speech and showed a sudden color. It seems that the gap between God and true God is really not generally large.
At this moment, the ferocious huge face fell from the sky and shrouded Zhuo Wen in an instant.
"At the height of the sun!"
A low voice came out slowly, and then a round of scorching sun rose suddenly. The ferocious huge face was broken in an instant, revealing Zhuo Wen's slender figure.
Zhuo Wen jumped up, and the divine sword fiercely cut on the surface of the scorching sun. Then the scorching sun was blasted out by Zhuo Wen's sword and swept straight at the blood armored man.
The blood armor man didn't dare to neglect. After understanding the six fold meaning of Zhuo Wen, the power urged by him was extremely terrible. Even the real God didn't dare to despise him.
When the blood armor man dealt with the scorching sun, Zhuo Wen stepped on the void and immediately grabbed the God peak killer who was entangled by the killing value of the seven Yellow Springs.
The speed of the six fold blessing was too fast. Zhuo Wen turned into an ethereal shadow in front of the seven people, and then the seven heads flew away.
Just for a moment, seven blood Temple killers at the peak of the God of heaven died in Zhuo Wen's hands.
"Anyway, we will be killed and die with this man!"
The God peak killer who was hit hard at the beginning also saw the terror of Zhuo Wen with six fold meaning. He knew that there were almost no opponents of Zhuo Wen here except the blood armor man.
The remaining 20 late God killers also showed crazy color one after another, and followed the exposure of the God peak killer.
They surrounded Zhuo Wen and wrapped him together, and then exploded tens of meters away from Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang!
The terrible explosion swept through the whole blood killing array, which could tear the vigorous wind like everything and tear all the surrounding blood flames into pieces, and the blood killing array trembled violently.
With Yin and Yang Pisces, Lianmeng had to step back and kill the edge of the array. Her eyes were slightly red and cried sadly: "younger martial brother Zhuo..."
The blood armor man vomited a mouthful of blood, struggled to resist the scorching sun and hit the edge of the blood killing array. He looked at the central terrorist explosion group ferociously and said, "this son is not dead yet?"
However, as soon as the blood armor man said this, a purple sword light pierced the sky, penetrated the scorching sun held in front of the blood armor man, instantly pierced into the deepest part of the blood armor man's eyebrows, and pierced out from the back of his head, nailing him to the edge of the blood killing array.
"This... Seven meanings..."
The blood armor man's eyes showed a color of fear, his eyebrows were pierced, and his spirit was eroded and torn by the terrible purple power in the divine sword. At this moment, his spirit became scattered and almost annihilated.
Zhuo Wen walked out of the explosion group slowly. His whole body was surrounded by a very strong purple gas, which was like the most dutiful guard, blocking the surging explosion energy for Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked around at the surging purple Qi, and his Taoist meaning had now risen to the height of seven.
Moreover, he found that after reaching the seven fold of Tao and meaning, there was a qualitative change. The purple Qi derived by itself can be attacked and defended, which is extremely powerful and terrible.
Under the protection of purple Qi, the surrounding explosion energy had no effect on him at all.
Zhuo Wen lowered his head and stared at the blood armor man whose eyebrows were pierced. The blood armor man stared at Zhuo Wen, but he was lifeless. His spirit was pierced by Zhuo Wen's sword. Coupled with the purple terror, the blood armor man was hardly spared.
Bang!
As soon as the blood armor man died, the huge blood killing array collapsed, and the 99 blood colored columns were broken into countless pieces of powder. The raging blood flame existing in the blood killing array dissipated.
"The blood killing array has been broken. This son has seven meanings..."
Outside the blood killing array, many monks watched this scene with unbelievable eyes.
The true God is the power to master the power of the galaxy. The vitality is much stronger than the God of heaven. Even if the true God of the same level wants to kill each other, it is very difficult.
Even if the killers of the blood Temple sect assassinate the strong ones of the true God, they usually use the blood killing array to hang. It can be seen that the true God is difficult to kill.
But now, a friar in the early days of the God, relying on a sword, broke the blood killing array and killed the real God who presided over the blood killing array.
"Seven ways? Kill the true God?"
Jinghai's delicate body trembled. There was no previous insipid and calm in her beautiful eyes. Some were incredible.
"Is he really a friar in the early days of God?" Jinghai murmured with complex eyes.
"Who is this son? I've never seen this son before!"
The blood killing array was broken, and many monks around began to inquire about Zhuo Wen's identity. Soon, the saying that Zhuo Wen was a new disciple of Taiqing spread among the people.
"It's actually a new disciple of the Taiqing venerable. No wonder he's so terrible and powerful. His understanding is a little terrible. He has understood the meaning of the seven fold Tao?"
When they heard that Zhuo Wen was a new disciple of Taiqing, they were relieved, but they were more surprised. After all, what Zhuo Wen did was shocking.
In Taiqing fairyland, no one has ever killed the real God in the early days of the gods, but Zhuo Wen broke this precedent.
Zhuo Wen fell to the ground and held the divine sword. His face was very white.
The increase of the seven fold Taoist meaning is really terrible, but the burden on Zhuo Wen's spirit is still too heavy, and his Taoist meaning is still improving, which makes his spirit send acupuncture pain.
Not only that, Zhuo Wen's injury was also quite serious. His whole body was red with blood, just like a blood man.
"Younger martial brother Zhuo, are you all right?" Lianmeng came to Zhuo Wen and asked anxiously.
In particular, seeing that Zhuo Wen is now like a bloody man, his beautiful eyes are red, his voice is full of choking, and he said, "younger martial brother Zhuo, am I particularly useless? It seems that I haven't been able to help from beginning to end."
Zhuo Wen looked back hard, stared at Lianmeng around him, stretched out his right hand, rubbed Lianmeng's head, and said with a smile: "no, elder martial sister, you've been a great help. You're very powerful. After your actual combat experience comes up, you're absolutely powerful, really divine."
This time, Lianmeng didn't refuse Zhuo Wen to touch her head. She just lowered her head, but her eyes showed a firm color. She must practice seriously in the future and will never drag others back.
However, Zhuo Wen's right hand soon froze, because an ethereal voice suddenly came from his mind.
He was no stranger to the voice, because the master of the voice was his teacher Taiqing.
"Zhuo Wen, do you want to feel the power of the virtual sky? Don't you want to see the power that can be produced when the virtual sky is combined with the power of Tao and meaning?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes looked confused. He took back his right hand and silently looked at his right hand full of blood. His heart silently said, "the power of the virtual sky?"
"Zhuo Wen, this is the last thing I can do for you. When your Tao meaning rushes to the eightfold, the power of the virtual sky in the crystallization of Tao meaning will be completely passed on to you. Do you want to feel it? Now you still have a choice."
"Although your Tao meaning has forcibly rushed to the seventh weight, being a teacher can still stop it, and you won't lose your mind. Your vitality can last for a period of time."
"But when the Tao meaning completely rushes to the eightfold, the power of the virtual sky will burst out. It is already an uncontrollable power. You can only be forced to forcibly understand the meaning of the nine fold Tao and bloom a trace of the artistic conception of the nine fold Tao."
Taiqing's voice is still ethereal. I can't hear where the voice came from, but Zhuo Wen knows that Taiqing must be looking at him and waiting for him to decide.
Lianmeng finds that Zhuo Wen takes back his right hand. He can't help raising his head and looks at Zhuo Wen suspiciously.
"The power of the empty sky, the nine heavy artistic conception..."
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, but his eyes showed a hot color and said, "those who smell the Tao live and die day by day; isn't it just to pursue the peak when they embark on the path of cultivation?"
"People will eventually die. If you can see the peak power and mysterious artistic conception before death, what's the regret of death?"
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head, and the purple gas around him suddenly boiled up, like a hurricane, and became extremely violent.
Lianmeng was caught off guard. Influenced by the suddenly boiling purple gas, she couldn't help retreating thousands of meters away.
Boom!
The purple gas rose into a purple storm, and the purple storm began to condense into a hazy purple fog at the moment when it swept high into the sky.
The purple fog slowly surged, and then in the purple fog, purple raindrops condensed.
The purple rain fell on Zhuo Wen's body and slowly turned into a purple stream. A mysterious smell filled Zhuo Wen's body. At this moment, Zhuo Wen was like a fairy coming down to earth, with immortal rhyme.
"Purple gas turns into purple fog and purple rain under purple fog! This... Is this the legendary eight fold meaning?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure shrouded by the purple rain. At this moment, everyone's breathing stopped, and even their rapid heartbeat could be heard.
Jinghai's heart is turbulent and difficult to calm.
"The power of the empty sky..."
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head. In the purple fog above, a purple dragon kept walking through. Then a dragon chanted, fell vertically and poured into Zhuo Wen's body, and Zhuo Wen's eyes were dyed purple at this moment.
Pooh!
The blood armor man came back to his senses. A crack had been opened in his neck. The blood was sprayed out and integrated into the surrounding blood flame, which made people unable to tell whether it was blood or blood flame.
Covering the wound on his neck, the blood armor man's eyes were full of ferocious color. He suddenly threw his long gun in his hand, and countless blood flames rolled into a huge ferocious face, opened his huge mouth and swallowed Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wenqi looked at the blood armor man in a strange place. He didn't expect that this sword could not completely kill the blood armor man.
"The true God is different from the God of heaven. They master the power of the galaxy, and their vitality is much larger than the God of heaven. Unless you have the power to destroy the galaxy or completely annihilate the spirit of the true God, it is difficult to kill the blood armor man."
The voice of pity dream suddenly rang out in Zhuo Wen's mind. Zhuo Wen smelled the speech and showed a sudden color. It seems that the gap between God and true God is really not generally large.
At this moment, the ferocious huge face fell from the sky and shrouded Zhuo Wen in an instant.
"At the height of the sun!"
A low voice came out slowly, and then a round of scorching sun rose suddenly. The ferocious huge face was broken in an instant, revealing Zhuo Wen's slender figure.
Zhuo Wen jumped up, and the divine sword fiercely cut on the surface of the scorching sun. Then the scorching sun was blasted out by Zhuo Wen's sword and swept straight at the blood armored man.
The blood armor man didn't dare to neglect. After understanding the six fold meaning of Zhuo Wen, the power urged by him was extremely terrible. Even the real God didn't dare to despise him.
When the blood armor man dealt with the scorching sun, Zhuo Wen stepped on the void and immediately grabbed the God peak killer who was entangled by the killing value of the seven Yellow Springs.
The speed of the six fold blessing was too fast. Zhuo Wen turned into an ethereal shadow in front of the seven people, and then the seven heads flew away.
Just for a moment, seven blood Temple killers at the peak of the God of heaven died in Zhuo Wen's hands.
"Anyway, we will be killed and die with this man!"
The God peak killer who was hit hard at the beginning also saw the terror of Zhuo Wen with six fold meaning. He knew that there were almost no opponents of Zhuo Wen here except the blood armor man.
The remaining 20 late God killers also showed crazy color one after another, and followed the exposure of the God peak killer.
They surrounded Zhuo Wen and wrapped him together, and then exploded tens of meters away from Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang!
The terrible explosion swept through the whole blood killing array, which could tear the vigorous wind like everything and tear all the surrounding blood flames into pieces, and the blood killing array trembled violently.
With Yin and Yang Pisces, Lianmeng had to step back and kill the edge of the array. Her eyes were slightly red and cried sadly: "younger martial brother Zhuo..."
The blood armor man vomited a mouthful of blood, struggled to resist the scorching sun and hit the edge of the blood killing array. He looked at the central terrorist explosion group ferociously and said, "this son is not dead yet?"
However, as soon as the blood armor man said this, a purple sword light pierced the sky, penetrated the scorching sun held in front of the blood armor man, instantly pierced into the deepest part of the blood armor man's eyebrows, and pierced out from the back of his head, nailing him to the edge of the blood killing array.
"This... Seven meanings..."
The blood armor man's eyes showed a color of fear, his eyebrows were pierced, and his spirit was eroded and torn by the terrible purple power in the divine sword. At this moment, his spirit became scattered and almost annihilated.
Zhuo Wen walked out of the explosion group slowly. His whole body was surrounded by a very strong purple gas, which was like the most dutiful guard, blocking the surging explosion energy for Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked around at the surging purple Qi, and his Taoist meaning had now risen to the height of seven.
Moreover, he found that after reaching the seven fold of Tao and meaning, there was a qualitative change. The purple Qi derived by itself can be attacked and defended, which is extremely powerful and terrible.
Under the protection of purple Qi, the surrounding explosion energy had no effect on him at all.
Zhuo Wen lowered his head and stared at the blood armor man whose eyebrows were pierced. The blood armor man stared at Zhuo Wen, but he was lifeless. His spirit was pierced by Zhuo Wen's sword. Coupled with the purple terror, the blood armor man was hardly spared.
Bang!
As soon as the blood armor man died, the huge blood killing array collapsed, and the 99 blood colored columns were broken into countless pieces of powder. The raging blood flame existing in the blood killing array dissipated.
"The blood killing array has been broken. This son has seven meanings..."
Outside the blood killing array, many monks watched this scene with unbelievable eyes.
The true God is the power to master the power of the galaxy. The vitality is much stronger than the God of heaven. Even if the true God of the same level wants to kill each other, it is very difficult.
Even if the killers of the blood Temple sect assassinate the strong ones of the true God, they usually use the blood killing array to hang. It can be seen that the true God is difficult to kill.
But now, a friar in the early days of the God, relying on a sword, broke the blood killing array and killed the real God who presided over the blood killing array.
"Seven ways? Kill the true God?"
Jinghai's delicate body trembled. There was no previous insipid and calm in her beautiful eyes. Some were incredible.
"Is he really a friar in the early days of God?" Jinghai murmured with complex eyes.
"Who is this son? I've never seen this son before!"
The blood killing array was broken, and many monks around began to inquire about Zhuo Wen's identity. Soon, the saying that Zhuo Wen was a new disciple of Taiqing spread among the people.
"It's actually a new disciple of the Taiqing venerable. No wonder he's so terrible and powerful. His understanding is a little terrible. He has understood the meaning of the seven fold Tao?"
When they heard that Zhuo Wen was a new disciple of Taiqing, they were relieved, but they were more surprised. After all, what Zhuo Wen did was shocking.
In Taiqing fairyland, no one has ever killed the real God in the early days of the gods, but Zhuo Wen broke this precedent.
Zhuo Wen fell to the ground and held the divine sword. His face was very white.
The increase of the seven fold Taoist meaning is really terrible, but the burden on Zhuo Wen's spirit is still too heavy, and his Taoist meaning is still improving, which makes his spirit send acupuncture pain.
Not only that, Zhuo Wen's injury was also quite serious. His whole body was red with blood, just like a blood man.
"Younger martial brother Zhuo, are you all right?" Lianmeng came to Zhuo Wen and asked anxiously.
In particular, seeing that Zhuo Wen is now like a bloody man, his beautiful eyes are red, his voice is full of choking, and he said, "younger martial brother Zhuo, am I particularly useless? It seems that I haven't been able to help from beginning to end."
Zhuo Wen looked back hard, stared at Lianmeng around him, stretched out his right hand, rubbed Lianmeng's head, and said with a smile: "no, elder martial sister, you've been a great help. You're very powerful. After your actual combat experience comes up, you're absolutely powerful, really divine."
This time, Lianmeng didn't refuse Zhuo Wen to touch her head. She just lowered her head, but her eyes showed a firm color. She must practice seriously in the future and will never drag others back.
However, Zhuo Wen's right hand soon froze, because an ethereal voice suddenly came from his mind.
He was no stranger to the voice, because the master of the voice was his teacher Taiqing.
"Zhuo Wen, do you want to feel the power of the virtual sky? Don't you want to see the power that can be produced when the virtual sky is combined with the power of Tao and meaning?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes looked confused. He took back his right hand and silently looked at his right hand full of blood. His heart silently said, "the power of the virtual sky?"
"Zhuo Wen, this is the last thing I can do for you. When your Tao meaning rushes to the eightfold, the power of the virtual sky in the crystallization of Tao meaning will be completely passed on to you. Do you want to feel it? Now you still have a choice."
"Although your Tao meaning has forcibly rushed to the seventh weight, being a teacher can still stop it, and you won't lose your mind. Your vitality can last for a period of time."
"But when the Tao meaning completely rushes to the eightfold, the power of the virtual sky will burst out. It is already an uncontrollable power. You can only be forced to forcibly understand the meaning of the nine fold Tao and bloom a trace of the artistic conception of the nine fold Tao."
Taiqing's voice is still ethereal. I can't hear where the voice came from, but Zhuo Wen knows that Taiqing must be looking at him and waiting for him to decide.
Lianmeng finds that Zhuo Wen takes back his right hand. He can't help raising his head and looks at Zhuo Wen suspiciously.
"The power of the empty sky, the nine heavy artistic conception..."
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, but his eyes showed a hot color and said, "those who smell the Tao live and die day by day; isn't it just to pursue the peak when they embark on the path of cultivation?"
"People will eventually die. If you can see the peak power and mysterious artistic conception before death, what's the regret of death?"
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head, and the purple gas around him suddenly boiled up, like a hurricane, and became extremely violent.
Lianmeng was caught off guard. Influenced by the suddenly boiling purple gas, she couldn't help retreating thousands of meters away.
Boom!
The purple gas rose into a purple storm, and the purple storm began to condense into a hazy purple fog at the moment when it swept high into the sky.
The purple fog slowly surged, and then in the purple fog, purple raindrops condensed.
The purple rain fell on Zhuo Wen's body and slowly turned into a purple stream. A mysterious smell filled Zhuo Wen's body. At this moment, Zhuo Wen was like a fairy coming down to earth, with immortal rhyme.
"Purple gas turns into purple fog and purple rain under purple fog! This... Is this the legendary eight fold meaning?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure shrouded by the purple rain. At this moment, everyone's breathing stopped, and even their rapid heartbeat could be heard.
Jinghai's heart is turbulent and difficult to calm.
"The power of the empty sky..."
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his head. In the purple fog above, a purple dragon kept walking through. Then a dragon chanted, fell vertically and poured into Zhuo Wen's body, and Zhuo Wen's eyes were dyed purple at this moment.
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