Chapter 2023
At this moment, many monks around are involuntarily separated from Zhuo Wen.
Although many of the monks are stronger than the black faced strong man, Zhuo Wen can kill the three black faced strong men so easily, which shows that Zhuo Wen is not easy to provoke.
If it's not necessary, they really don't want to take the initiative to provoke the youth who seems to be the true God of the three disasters.
"Eh? Look, the power of the thunderstorm above the falling devil Valley is weakening. It seems that the thunderstorm will pass soon."
I don't know who it was, he said suddenly, which immediately caused many friars to look sideways.
Seeing that the thunderstorm was indeed weakening, many friars immediately put their attention on the thunderstorm. They knew whether the owner of the thunderstorm could succeed and become a very real God of thunder, depending on whether he could survive in this terrible arc of thunder.
Moreover, most of the monks present had little ideas in mind. Since the owner of the thunderstorm is in the falling devil Valley, it shows that this person must get many benefits in the falling devil Valley, and may even get the inheritance of the magic power.
No matter whether the person crossing the thunderstorm is dead or alive, there must be some good things in the falling devil valley. These good things people don't want to let go.
Even if this person has not died in such a terrible thunderstorm, he must be the weakest after the thunderstorm, and so many of them will not be afraid of a weak extreme Thunder God.
Bang!
Twenty thunder gates broke up one after another, and the dense thunder arcs around them all dissipated at this moment. A embarrassed figure fell to the ground from the broken thunder arcs.
When people's eyes fell on the embarrassed figure, a Changhong flashed over, caught the embarrassed figure and immediately swept away in the distance.
The rainbow was so fast that it almost swept to the embarrassed figure at the moment when Lei men disappeared, and immediately ran away.
When the crowd reacted, the rainbow had swept thousands of miles away.
"It's the guy just now. He's really with the monk who survived the thunderstorm. We chase them. They must have good things in the falling devil Valley, and even have been inherited by the great power of the devil in the falling devil valley."
A blue robed friar gave a low cry, sacrificed a flying artifact, turned into a rainbow, and went straight after Zhuo Wen.
Not only the blue robed friar, but also other friars followed. Like a meteor shower, Changhong cut through the void and chased forward rapidly.
Boom, boom!
At the same time, under the control of these friars' divine consciousness, every artifact went to Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen put Zhuo Wen in black into the spirit ring. At the moment, Zhuo Wen in black is not in good condition. His whole body is charred, his skin is torn, and even suffered a lot of internal injuries, which are very serious.
But fortunately, Zhuo Wen in black survived the thunderstorm. Zhuo Wen believes that as long as Zhuo Wen in black recovers, he will be a real extreme Thunder God, and his combat power will be absolutely terrible at that time.
Boom, boom!
Many artifacts flying behind him immediately interrupted Zhuo Wen's thoughts.
"Damn it, these guys!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were gloomy. Without even thinking about it, he spread the wings of the candle dragon. The speed suddenly increased. All the artifact that had been blasted came into the air.
The speed of candle Dragon Wing is very fast. Even those friars who have flying artifacts are far less than Zhuo Wen's current speed.
Seeing many monks farther and farther behind, Zhuo Wen sighed, but soon he felt something wrong.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, many transparent silk threads appeared in front of him, like a spirit snake, bound towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly and ziyao Xinghe sword cut out, but to his surprise, ziyao Xinghe sword cut the transparent silk thread continuously, which shocked him.
"You're too naive. This is Wannian silkworm ice silk. You can't break it if you want to!"
A cold voice came from the side. A slender friar in blue looked at Zhuo Wen with a mocking color around his mouth. Transparent silk threads were wrapped between his hands.
Strangely, these silk threads are not only invisible to the naked eye, but also illegible even to the divine sense.
Seeing many monks approaching in the rear, Zhuo Wen immediately summoned twelve Wushi magic gold swords. The blazing black fire kept burning and jumping at the blade.
Click!
Wushi demon's golden sword turned into a black fire whirlwind, which immediately twisted the ten thousand year silkworm ice silk that was in the way in front, while Zhuo Wen fanned the wings of the candle dragon and swept away like a whirlwind.
Although he was annoyed by the blue Friar's obstruction, there were too many friars in the rear. He really didn't want to waste time, otherwise he would be caught up soon.
Nearly 100 friars of Xutian, although most of them have just been promoted to Xutian, there are also strong ones of Xutian Yideng and Erdeng. If they are surrounded by such a group of people, Zhuo Wen will really be in trouble.
The blue Friar's eyes showed surprise. He didn't expect that the Wushi magic gold sword offered by Zhuo Wen was so sharp.
"Want to escape? Do you think it's possible? Your speed is really fast, but mine is only faster than you."
The friar in blue sneered. The whole person was like a ghost. Unexpectedly, he appeared above Zhuo Wen in an instant. His hands fluctuated, and the transparent ten thousand year silkworm ice silk was released, which immediately blocked Zhuo Wen's way.
"If you want to die so much, I'll help you!"
Seeing the blue friar stop him several times, an unknown fire rises in Zhuo Wen's heart. Twelve Wushi magic gold swords turn into a killing whirlpool and instantly crush the ten thousand year silkworm ice in front of him.
The corner of the blue Friar's mouth was slightly tilted, and he calmly offered Wannian silkworm ice silk again and again to form a defense in front of him.
The Wushi magic golden sword is really powerful, but the blue friar has estimated the power of the Wushi magic golden sword in advance. As long as he keeps the current output of ten thousand years of silkworm ice, he will never break his defense.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. He naturally saw the idea of the friar in blue and instantly offered another 24 Wushi magic golden swords.
Thirty six Wushi magic gold swords are combined to form a terrible killing vortex, and countless black flames burn into a huge storm.
Bang bang!
The killing whirlpool formed by thirty-six Wushi magic golden swords is much stronger than twelve.
The blue friar who had released Wannian silkworm ice at ease obviously didn't expect Zhuo Wen to offer more Wushi magic golden swords, and the Wannian silkworm ice in front of him collapsed instantly.
Pooh!
The killing whirlpool passed through the blue Friar's eyebrows in an instant. The latter's eyes were wide open. After only saying a few words, he fell to the ground and died in peace.
Zhuo Wen quickly put away the man's spirit ring, spread the wings of the candle dragon, and wanted to run away again. Unfortunately, behind him, a series of artifact hit him like a whirlwind.
In desperation, Zhuo Wen immediately controlled 36 Wushi magic gold swords to form a defensive trend.
Bang!
The sound of gold and iron was heard, and thirty-six Wushi magic gold swords were almost blown away. Zhuo Wen snorted and stared coldly at the many friars surrounding him.
"What do you mean, Taoist friends?" Zhuo Wen looked around and asked in a deep voice.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by robbing the man who just passed the robbery?"
"Yes! You should be the accomplice of the robber? You must have got a lot of good things in the falling devil Valley? Hand over the spirit ring quickly and discard your cultivation accomplishments, and we will let you die."
"Why do you let this man live? Just kill him directly. Everyone will share the things on him. There must be many treasures in the things falling into the magic valley."
“……”
Many monks around looked at Zhuo Wen, full of greed, as if Zhuo Wen had become a pastry in their eyes at the moment.
Zhuo Wen looked coldly at the people around him, and his eyes were killing.
In the eyes of these people, his Zhuo Wen's life is a cheap life. He can kill and let go if he wants to.
"Kill this son together!"
Finally, everyone around reached an agreement, greeted their artifact one after another, and blasted Zhuo Wen with a strong sense of killing.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen has no reservation. Forty eight Wushi magic golden swords surround him. The black fire is burning continuously and firmly guarding Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang!
Nearly a hundred artifact attacks hit the Wushi magic golden sword, which was unable to break the defense of Wushi magic golden sword.
"Go on, this son is really not simple. The true God of the three disasters has such strong combat power. He definitely got a lot of good things in the falling devil Valley and killed him together!"
When the attack was blocked, many friars not only did not shrink back, but their eyes became more and more greedy. They concluded that the friar in front of them must have benefited greatly from falling into the devil valley.
Bang bang!
Nearly a hundred monks worked together to attack again and again, and the offensive became more and more powerful and terrible.
Zhuo Wen, who was in the golden sword of Wushi devil, became more and more pale.
He maintained the defense of Wushi magic golden sword, but it took a lot of effort, especially in the face of the joint attack of so many powerful friars.
"Boy, throw out the extreme fire sword!" Xiao Hei suddenly said in a deep voice.
Zhuo Wen was stunned. At that moment, the flaming Jidao fire sword appeared in his hand.
Although he didn't know what Xiaohei was going to do, he knew that Xiaohei would never pit him at this point.
When another attack fell, Zhuo Wen suddenly threw the Jidao fire sword out.
The extreme fire sword turned into a flame and disappeared into the crowd in front.
"What is this sword? It seems to have a very Taoist smell."
The people in front showed doubts and noticed that they fell on the extreme fire sword one after another.
"Xiaohuozi, you are wronged! Burst!" Xiaohei's voice sounded faintly.
Boom!
At that time, the Jidao fire sword burst, and the terrible flame burst out, enveloping the friars in front in an instant.
"Go!"
Xiao Hei said in a hurry. Zhuo Wen immediately controlled the Wushi magic golden sword into a killing vortex and broke away towards the rear.
The explosion of Jidao fire sword in front attracted the attention of most rear friars. When Zhuo Wen attacked, many rear friars were caught off guard, and several friars in front were immediately hanged.
Although many of the monks are stronger than the black faced strong man, Zhuo Wen can kill the three black faced strong men so easily, which shows that Zhuo Wen is not easy to provoke.
If it's not necessary, they really don't want to take the initiative to provoke the youth who seems to be the true God of the three disasters.
"Eh? Look, the power of the thunderstorm above the falling devil Valley is weakening. It seems that the thunderstorm will pass soon."
I don't know who it was, he said suddenly, which immediately caused many friars to look sideways.
Seeing that the thunderstorm was indeed weakening, many friars immediately put their attention on the thunderstorm. They knew whether the owner of the thunderstorm could succeed and become a very real God of thunder, depending on whether he could survive in this terrible arc of thunder.
Moreover, most of the monks present had little ideas in mind. Since the owner of the thunderstorm is in the falling devil Valley, it shows that this person must get many benefits in the falling devil Valley, and may even get the inheritance of the magic power.
No matter whether the person crossing the thunderstorm is dead or alive, there must be some good things in the falling devil valley. These good things people don't want to let go.
Even if this person has not died in such a terrible thunderstorm, he must be the weakest after the thunderstorm, and so many of them will not be afraid of a weak extreme Thunder God.
Bang!
Twenty thunder gates broke up one after another, and the dense thunder arcs around them all dissipated at this moment. A embarrassed figure fell to the ground from the broken thunder arcs.
When people's eyes fell on the embarrassed figure, a Changhong flashed over, caught the embarrassed figure and immediately swept away in the distance.
The rainbow was so fast that it almost swept to the embarrassed figure at the moment when Lei men disappeared, and immediately ran away.
When the crowd reacted, the rainbow had swept thousands of miles away.
"It's the guy just now. He's really with the monk who survived the thunderstorm. We chase them. They must have good things in the falling devil Valley, and even have been inherited by the great power of the devil in the falling devil valley."
A blue robed friar gave a low cry, sacrificed a flying artifact, turned into a rainbow, and went straight after Zhuo Wen.
Not only the blue robed friar, but also other friars followed. Like a meteor shower, Changhong cut through the void and chased forward rapidly.
Boom, boom!
At the same time, under the control of these friars' divine consciousness, every artifact went to Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen put Zhuo Wen in black into the spirit ring. At the moment, Zhuo Wen in black is not in good condition. His whole body is charred, his skin is torn, and even suffered a lot of internal injuries, which are very serious.
But fortunately, Zhuo Wen in black survived the thunderstorm. Zhuo Wen believes that as long as Zhuo Wen in black recovers, he will be a real extreme Thunder God, and his combat power will be absolutely terrible at that time.
Boom, boom!
Many artifacts flying behind him immediately interrupted Zhuo Wen's thoughts.
"Damn it, these guys!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were gloomy. Without even thinking about it, he spread the wings of the candle dragon. The speed suddenly increased. All the artifact that had been blasted came into the air.
The speed of candle Dragon Wing is very fast. Even those friars who have flying artifacts are far less than Zhuo Wen's current speed.
Seeing many monks farther and farther behind, Zhuo Wen sighed, but soon he felt something wrong.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, many transparent silk threads appeared in front of him, like a spirit snake, bound towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen snorted coldly and ziyao Xinghe sword cut out, but to his surprise, ziyao Xinghe sword cut the transparent silk thread continuously, which shocked him.
"You're too naive. This is Wannian silkworm ice silk. You can't break it if you want to!"
A cold voice came from the side. A slender friar in blue looked at Zhuo Wen with a mocking color around his mouth. Transparent silk threads were wrapped between his hands.
Strangely, these silk threads are not only invisible to the naked eye, but also illegible even to the divine sense.
Seeing many monks approaching in the rear, Zhuo Wen immediately summoned twelve Wushi magic gold swords. The blazing black fire kept burning and jumping at the blade.
Click!
Wushi demon's golden sword turned into a black fire whirlwind, which immediately twisted the ten thousand year silkworm ice silk that was in the way in front, while Zhuo Wen fanned the wings of the candle dragon and swept away like a whirlwind.
Although he was annoyed by the blue Friar's obstruction, there were too many friars in the rear. He really didn't want to waste time, otherwise he would be caught up soon.
Nearly 100 friars of Xutian, although most of them have just been promoted to Xutian, there are also strong ones of Xutian Yideng and Erdeng. If they are surrounded by such a group of people, Zhuo Wen will really be in trouble.
The blue Friar's eyes showed surprise. He didn't expect that the Wushi magic gold sword offered by Zhuo Wen was so sharp.
"Want to escape? Do you think it's possible? Your speed is really fast, but mine is only faster than you."
The friar in blue sneered. The whole person was like a ghost. Unexpectedly, he appeared above Zhuo Wen in an instant. His hands fluctuated, and the transparent ten thousand year silkworm ice silk was released, which immediately blocked Zhuo Wen's way.
"If you want to die so much, I'll help you!"
Seeing the blue friar stop him several times, an unknown fire rises in Zhuo Wen's heart. Twelve Wushi magic gold swords turn into a killing whirlpool and instantly crush the ten thousand year silkworm ice in front of him.
The corner of the blue Friar's mouth was slightly tilted, and he calmly offered Wannian silkworm ice silk again and again to form a defense in front of him.
The Wushi magic golden sword is really powerful, but the blue friar has estimated the power of the Wushi magic golden sword in advance. As long as he keeps the current output of ten thousand years of silkworm ice, he will never break his defense.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold. He naturally saw the idea of the friar in blue and instantly offered another 24 Wushi magic golden swords.
Thirty six Wushi magic gold swords are combined to form a terrible killing vortex, and countless black flames burn into a huge storm.
Bang bang!
The killing whirlpool formed by thirty-six Wushi magic golden swords is much stronger than twelve.
The blue friar who had released Wannian silkworm ice at ease obviously didn't expect Zhuo Wen to offer more Wushi magic golden swords, and the Wannian silkworm ice in front of him collapsed instantly.
Pooh!
The killing whirlpool passed through the blue Friar's eyebrows in an instant. The latter's eyes were wide open. After only saying a few words, he fell to the ground and died in peace.
Zhuo Wen quickly put away the man's spirit ring, spread the wings of the candle dragon, and wanted to run away again. Unfortunately, behind him, a series of artifact hit him like a whirlwind.
In desperation, Zhuo Wen immediately controlled 36 Wushi magic gold swords to form a defensive trend.
Bang!
The sound of gold and iron was heard, and thirty-six Wushi magic gold swords were almost blown away. Zhuo Wen snorted and stared coldly at the many friars surrounding him.
"What do you mean, Taoist friends?" Zhuo Wen looked around and asked in a deep voice.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by robbing the man who just passed the robbery?"
"Yes! You should be the accomplice of the robber? You must have got a lot of good things in the falling devil Valley? Hand over the spirit ring quickly and discard your cultivation accomplishments, and we will let you die."
"Why do you let this man live? Just kill him directly. Everyone will share the things on him. There must be many treasures in the things falling into the magic valley."
“……”
Many monks around looked at Zhuo Wen, full of greed, as if Zhuo Wen had become a pastry in their eyes at the moment.
Zhuo Wen looked coldly at the people around him, and his eyes were killing.
In the eyes of these people, his Zhuo Wen's life is a cheap life. He can kill and let go if he wants to.
"Kill this son together!"
Finally, everyone around reached an agreement, greeted their artifact one after another, and blasted Zhuo Wen with a strong sense of killing.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen has no reservation. Forty eight Wushi magic golden swords surround him. The black fire is burning continuously and firmly guarding Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang!
Nearly a hundred artifact attacks hit the Wushi magic golden sword, which was unable to break the defense of Wushi magic golden sword.
"Go on, this son is really not simple. The true God of the three disasters has such strong combat power. He definitely got a lot of good things in the falling devil Valley and killed him together!"
When the attack was blocked, many friars not only did not shrink back, but their eyes became more and more greedy. They concluded that the friar in front of them must have benefited greatly from falling into the devil valley.
Bang bang!
Nearly a hundred monks worked together to attack again and again, and the offensive became more and more powerful and terrible.
Zhuo Wen, who was in the golden sword of Wushi devil, became more and more pale.
He maintained the defense of Wushi magic golden sword, but it took a lot of effort, especially in the face of the joint attack of so many powerful friars.
"Boy, throw out the extreme fire sword!" Xiao Hei suddenly said in a deep voice.
Zhuo Wen was stunned. At that moment, the flaming Jidao fire sword appeared in his hand.
Although he didn't know what Xiaohei was going to do, he knew that Xiaohei would never pit him at this point.
When another attack fell, Zhuo Wen suddenly threw the Jidao fire sword out.
The extreme fire sword turned into a flame and disappeared into the crowd in front.
"What is this sword? It seems to have a very Taoist smell."
The people in front showed doubts and noticed that they fell on the extreme fire sword one after another.
"Xiaohuozi, you are wronged! Burst!" Xiaohei's voice sounded faintly.
Boom!
At that time, the Jidao fire sword burst, and the terrible flame burst out, enveloping the friars in front in an instant.
"Go!"
Xiao Hei said in a hurry. Zhuo Wen immediately controlled the Wushi magic golden sword into a killing vortex and broke away towards the rear.
The explosion of Jidao fire sword in front attracted the attention of most rear friars. When Zhuo Wen attacked, many rear friars were caught off guard, and several friars in front were immediately hanged.
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