Chapter 2591

"It's over!"

Blue halberd followed Zhuo Wen, pale and trembling, and almost couldn't stand.

Zhuo Wen lifted the blue halberd and then threw it into the array. Zhuo Wen's separation was separated from his body, and a wisp of golden awn broke out in his eyes.

Roar!

As soon as the black clothes Zhuo Wen appeared, it was a golden awn all over the sky, and then directly revealed the body of the king of phage.

I saw the golden bite king, waving his claw at will, and the surrounding space was torn. However, all monks below Xu tianjiudeng were affected by this claw and basically died or injured.

The king of phage repeatedly waved his giant claws, and the golden light was like a golden rain. Each golden light could make the friars who touched them hurt one after another as if they were hit hard.

At the moment of the king's great power, Zhuo Wenzun swept a gray Qi from the center of his eyebrows, which showed a divine sword full of the rhyme of death.

This sword is a death sacrifice sword, a genuine heavenly artifact.

As soon as the death sacrifice sword comes out, there is basically no obstacle.

No friar can stop the power of the death sacrifice sword, and all friars pierced by the death sacrifice sword shrink strangely into mummies, and those who die can't die again.

Even the strong wuhabitat can block the sword of the death sacrifice sword, but when the death sacrifice sword cuts out the second sword, the wuhabitat can only make a unwilling cry, that is, drink hate under the death sacrifice sword and become the soul under the sword.

However, within ten minutes, one third of the hundreds of strong people who came have fallen.

The rest of the monks were frightened. They never thought that Zhuo Wen's strength was so terrible.

Generally speaking, friars who are powerful in single combat may not be able to defeat the joint efforts of many experts.

In the view of these monks, even if Su Liyang came in person, I'm afraid they would hate it.

But now their lineup is as fragile as tofu in front of the young man in white, which is really terrible.

"Is this still human? Is this more abnormal than the Taiqing venerable?"

The rest of the monks were shocked and looked at the young man in white who was harvesting people's lives in front like the God of death.

The only thing they can see now is that the young man in white has cold eyes without a trace of emotion and feels a deep chill in his heart for no reason.

Among them, people who know the goods pay attention to the death sacrifice sword suspended around Zhuo Wen. They feel the boundless flavor of Tao rhyme in this divine sword containing death.

Isn't this an apocalyptic artifact?

Many monks thought so, but their faces were extremely ugly and gloomy.

Coupled with Zhuo Wen's terrible separation, for a moment, most monks had a retreat in their hearts.

At the moment, they can't help thinking that the young people in white are invincible.

"Run away. This man is far more powerful than us. We can't kill them with quantity."

With a sigh, a monk immediately took out the rune and crushed it, and was ready to flee here.

Unfortunately, at the moment when the friar crushed the talisman, the streamer turned into only a few hundred meters away, and then he reappeared his body shape. In front of the friar, there were waves like ripples, and there were circles of transparent rings.

Obviously, in front of the friar, there should be an extremely powerful barrier force that blocked them all.

"When did you arrange the nine level array?"

When the friar was intercepted by the barrier force, his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips trembled.

Some other monks who wanted to escape, after discovering that the monk was intercepted by the level 9 array, their eyes were full of fear, and they secretly said that they were finished.

Zhuo Wen ignored the psychology of these monks who wanted to escape. He wandered between many monks. Every time he shuttled, the death sacrifice sword brought a scream and splashing blood.

Almost no one held a sword in Zhuo Wen's hand.

Zhuo Wen's King eater is even more terrible. Each time he waves his giant claw, he can kill more than ten people. This is still the casualties when these friars avoid.

The attack of the monks was like tickling the king's separation, which had no effect at all.

Coupled with the nine level formation, they could not escape and could not fight again. Their hearts were already full of despair.

However, in a quarter of an hour, after Zhuo Wen killed the last friar, the death sacrifice sword turned into a gray gas and penetrated into his spirit, while the king's separation turned into a young man in black and became one with the Buddha.

Ziwei Xingjun and Lanji in the former site of Shanhe hall were completely stunned.

It was not until Zhuo Wen entered the former site of Shanhe hall from the outside and came to them that they subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"This is my communication jade sign. I need to enter the mountain and river hall to explore. If there is any emergency, just inform me."

Zhuo Wen gave the two communication jade symbols to Ziwei Xingjun and Lanji, and ordered them to enter the northern depth of Shanhe hall.

According to Su liyang's jade slips, the entrance of the peerless evil vein is on the northern edge of the Shanhe hall.

Looking at the far away figure, Ziwei Xingjun sighed: "I'm afraid the whole Taiqing fairyland will be fried into a pot next."

Blue halberd nodded deeply and said, "my Lord has completely established himself in Taiqing fairyland. I don't think any blind force will come to challenge my Lord."

……

The moral hall was deserted. Except for the quiet sandalwood emitted by the purple wind, the moral hall was empty.

A streamer quietly swept into the moral hall, showing a charming shadow.

And this beautiful shadow is full of rhyme and has a different style. It is actually that pity dream.

As soon as Lianmeng entered the moral hall, he immediately entered the hall in a hurry.

The interior decoration of the moral hall is very simple, just like an ordinary ancestral hall. A statue of God is enshrined in front of it.

And this statue is no one else, it is the face of the owner of the moral hall.

Lianmeng knelt on the futon in front of the statue, stared at the statue of Taiqing with beautiful eyes, and whispered, "master, the disciple is back. Although I don't know what happened to you and martial uncles Yuqing and Shangqing, I took the five spirits cloud empty fruit according to your instructions. What do I need to do next?"

The hall was quiet and terrible, and only the voice of pity dream echoed constantly.

Lianmeng felt a little uneasy, especially when he found that the Taiqing statue in front narrowed his eyes and stared at this side, Lianmeng felt even more uneasy.

Suddenly, Lianmeng found that the statue in front had held the left hand at the end of the dust brush and spread it out slowly, as if asking for something from her.

Lianmeng hurried forward, took out the five spirit clouds and empty fruits, and slowly put them in the palm of the Taiqing statue.