Chapter 2024

"Don't let him escape!"

All the people in the rear shouted together, and immediately an artifact came and fell heavily on Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen's powerful divine sense suddenly swept out. The killing whirlpool transformed by 48 Wushi magic gold swords greatly increased its power, but it resisted all the divine weapons.

With a dull hum, Zhuo Wen's mouth overflowed with blood and roared. The killing whirlpool rose into the sky and scattered all the blocked artifacts.

With the wings of the candle dragon raised, Zhuo Wen rushed out like a lightning bolt and broke through the siege.

"Chase! This man is injured and can't escape far."

Many monks in the rear turned into a rainbow and followed Zhuo Wen behind.

As for the nearly 40 monks ahead, nearly 20 died under the self explosion of Jidao fire sword, and the remaining 20 monks were seriously or slightly injured.

But the more than 20 monks were not afraid at all, but angry. They even chased Zhuo Wen regardless of their injuries.

In their opinion, Zhuo Wen was so hateful that he used despicable means to hit them hard.

Zhuo Wen's face was extremely gloomy when he felt that the rear was almost crazy and chasing many monks after him.

Although his original combat power is good, he is not the opponent of so many monks.

At present, only Zhuo Wen in black can deal with so many monks.

But Zhuo Wen in black is too seriously injured and is far from recovering.

In order to make Zhuo Wen in black recover as soon as possible, Zhuo Wen takes out all the level 6 and level 7 magic drugs in the spirit ring to heal Zhuo Wen in black. He hopes that Zhuo Wen in black can recover in a short time.

Half a month later, Zhuo Wen stopped on a hill, but before he had a long rest, a group of artifact greeted him and hit the hill, smashing the whole hill into pieces.

Zhuo Wen was forced to avoid helplessly. At the moment, his face was pale and his forehead was sweating.

He was already injured and ran for his life continuously for half a month. The consumption of mental and physical strength had a great impact on him.

Many of the monks who chased him took wheel fights and didn't give Zhuo Wen any chance to rest at all, which also caused Zhuo Wen to consume so much in just half a month.

Finally, Zhuo Wen fell on a peak. He had completely reached the limit. He immediately turned around and calmly stared at the more than 200 monks who came over in front of him.

At first, only about 100 people besieged Zhuo Wen. Later, more than 20 people were killed by the self exploding Jidao fire sword, leaving only more than 70 monks.

But this half month's chase naturally alerted the rest of the friars on the 15th floor, and then other friars joined the siege.

The original team of more than 70 has now grown to more than 200, which is almost two-thirds of all the friars on the 15th floor. After all, those who can come to the 15th floor are not mediocre, and naturally there will not be too many.

"What? Can't run?"

A man with a beard on his face, holding his shoulders in his hands, jokingly stared at the tired Zhuo Wen in front of him.

He also saw that Zhuo Wen had reached his limit and could not escape their palm now.

"Don't you hand over the spiritual ring?"

"Be sensible, hand over the spirit ring, and honestly explain what you got from falling demon valley. Maybe we will make you die faster."

“……”

Many friars around the bearded man were shouting and didn't pay any attention to Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen looked up at the people in front of him. His eyes were full of cold and said, "since you want my spirit ring, I'll give it to you!"

With that, Zhuo Wen took off the ring and threw it at the crowd.

"Rob!"

When Zhuo Wen threw out the spirit ring, many monks showed a burning color and couldn't wait to snatch it out to compete for the spirit ring.

The bearded man who spoke just now was the fastest, almost far ahead of the crowd. When he stroked with his right hand, he grabbed the spirit ring in his hand.

However, as soon as the bearded man grabbed the ring, he screamed. His right hand broke shoulder to shoulder, blood splashed and severe pain made him involuntarily cover the wound on his broken right arm.

Boo, boo, boo!

When the bearded man found something wrong, he quickly retreated. Unfortunately, a terrible thunder slammed on his forehead like a sword.

Pooh!

Instantly, the man with beard burst into a blood mist, and he couldn't die again.

The death of the bearded man immediately made many friars in the rear stiff and dull.

Soon, the crowd saw a figure full of black thunder coming out of the spirit ring.

The man was dressed in a black robe and his body was full of magic Qi. There was a faint purple black thunder in the magic Qi, as if a terrible thunder was brewing in the dark cloud.

The man slowly took the ring and leisurely put it on the middle finger of his right hand. Immediately, a pair of dark magic pupils stared coldly at the many friars in front of him.

These eyes are filled with ancient indifference, which gives people the feeling that even God is looking down on them indifferently.

At this moment, in these eyes, all of them were as humble as ants.

"Yes... It's the guy who has survived 20 thunderstorms. He's a real God!"

In the crowd, someone's voice trembled.

The extreme thunder true God is the first step of the extreme Tao true God. It is said that the extreme thunder true God has the terror combat power of the virtual sky and mastered the ultimate power of thunderstorm. It is a terrible true God only existing in the legend.

Now, in front of them, Jilei Zhenshen really appeared, and the breath of Jilei Zhenshen was so strong that they all felt afraid.

"Do you want the spirit ring? Just grab it. I can tell you clearly that the falling devil Valley contains countless disaster crystals, many precious mineral veins, many precious magic medicines, endless resources and the inheritance of the power of the devil."

"All these things are in my spiritual ring. If you can kill me, all these things will be yours."

Zhuo Wen in black, shrouded in the evil spirit, made a demagogic magnetic sound, which instantly ignited the greedy desire in the hearts of countless monks present.

"What about Jilei Zhenshen? It's just one person. We have 200 people. If we go together, this person will die."

In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, as if emboldening himself and everyone.

"Yes! It's just one person. There are so many of us. What if he is a very thunder true God?"

"The very thunder true God originally exists in the legend. This person is just playing tricks. I'm afraid his purpose is to let us retreat in the face of difficulties. Don't be fooled."

“……”

One voice after another resounded through the crowd, and the fear that had filled the hearts of the people was completely dispersed.

The greedy desire overcame the unknown fear and blinded the eyes of the people present, so they sacrificed artifact one after another and threw it at Zhuo Wen in black. They expected to kill this person and get the spirit ring with the inheritance and treasure of falling demon valley.

The corners of black clothes Zhuo Wen's mouth were full of sneers. In half a month, under the convalescence of many divine medicines, black clothes Zhuo Wen completely recovered, and obtained the real power of extreme thunder and true God.

But he also lost a lot. He could recover by himself as long as he was given a period of time.

However, Zhuo Wen was surrounded and chased by so many monks. Zhuo Wen in black could only consume precious magic drugs to recover as soon as possible, and the price was that all the level 7 magic drugs and level 6 Magic drugs on him were consumed, which made Zhuo Wen extremely sad.

Zhuo Wen decided that the price he paid this time should be made up from the monks who chased him.

Boom!

The terrible purple thunder spread out and formed a huge thunder door.

Boom, boom!

More than 200 artifacts hit the thunder door, but it was impossible to break the thunder door.

Creak!

The thunder door was wide open, and many artifacts were blown upside down. When Zhuo Wen in black stepped out, he opened his mouth and spit out a sharp thunder sword.

This thunder sword has a foot length of Zhang Xu, and the surface is covered with dense purple thunder. This sword is a Jidao thunder sword and a really powerful weapon of Jilei Zhenshen.

Bang bang!

Holding the extreme thunder sword, Zhuo Wen in black suddenly cut out of the void. For a while, the thunder appeared in the void like a river of heaven. Then all the more than 200 artifact were blown away.

When Zhuo Wen in black stepped on his right foot, he swept in front of many monks, and his speed was as fast as thunder.

The first five monks only felt a thunder passing in front of them. Then they found that they didn't know when their heads were different. Their heads were thrown high and watched their headless bodies fall to the ground.

Pooh!

Pooh!

Like a murderous God, Zhuo Wen in black rushed into the crowd and set off a terrible bloody wind. The blood fell one after another like a torrential rain, fell on the earth and gathered into thousands of blood rivers.

Although many friars are desperately taking out artifact to resist, they are all scattered under the sword of Jidao thunder sword, and they can't stop the sword of Jidao thunder sword at all.

In just 20 breaths, nearly half of the more than 200 monks have died.

"This is the strength of Jilei Zhenshen. It's terrible. Let's go!"

A monk trembled and lost any sense of war. With a cry, he flew back.

The monk's words were like a fuse, which caused the panic of the rest of the monks, so one monk began to flee.

"What? Who set up a trap here, damn it!"

However, when these monks retreated for kilometers, they suddenly found that a huge trapped array appeared behind them, blocking their retreat.

Zhuo Wen in white quietly watched all this in the rear. He pinched the formula with his right hand, and constantly arranged a powerful trap array with all things.

"I chased so well in the first half of the month, and now it's time to pay back." the voice of Zhuo Wen's sneer spread to the people's ears, making them very pale.