The first thousand three hundred and ninety-eight chapters defeat Wu Sheng
Not only Shao Yu, but also the many disciples of the Martial Saint Pagoda on the wasteland, and even the Martial Saint who was constantly bombarding the bowl-shaped golden bowl, were also stunned.
Xuan Zhong, the master of Xuan Ming Peak, one of the nine peaks of Jia Shen College, and a semi-sage who has mastered the Xuan Ming Law, was defeated by a junior at this moment. Zhuo Wen even threatened to kill Xuan Zhong.
This sentence, to many people's ears, seems so ironic and harsh.
"Zhuowen, I am your uncle. If you dare to kill me, you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors."
Xuan Zhong twisted around and struggled, unable to move at all under the restraint of two giant hands. When he heard Zhuo Wen threatened to kill him, he panicked and couldn't help but hiss.
"Before, you attacked Old Man Shao secretly and teamed up with the Martial Saint to attack me. Why don't you feel that you are deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors?"
Zhuo Wen's mouth was filled with a sneer, and he said: "Now that you are defeated in my hands, you say such things, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Xuanzhong's face was slightly dull, and he quickly turned to look at Shao Yu who was not far away, and said: "Junior brother Shao Yu, are you just condoning your disciples and doing random things? I am his uncle, and it is natural for him to kill me.
Not tolerated."
"As a senior brother, you attacked and killed me from behind; as a senior uncle, you joined forces with the Martial Saint to kill Zhuo Wen; it is not Zhuo Wen who is forbidden by nature, but you." Shao Yu stood up slowly, his eyes were cold and ruthless.
"Shao Yu, what are you talking about? What do you mean..."
Cold sweat began to break out on Xuanzhong's forehead, and Shao Yu's words made him feel a sense of foreboding.
"Zhuo Wen, just go ahead and I'll take care of all the responsibilities for you." Shao Yu said calmly.
Zhuo Wen nodded, jumped up, landed on the two giant hands, and came to Xuan Zhong at lightning speed, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Uncle Xuanzhong, we have no enmity. You are the uncle, and I should respect you."
"However, when the Qinglong Palace came to ask for someone, you helped the villain, captured me, and even wanted to kill me. In fact, this matter has been in the past for a long time, and I have forgotten it."
"But it shouldn't be the case. Your disciple Xuan Chi actually attacked my friend, and you targeted me everywhere. Now because of a trace of hatred, you want to kill me again. I am not a saint. You are such a scourge.
, must not stay.”
After speaking, Zhuo Wen flicked his right hand, and the tiger-headed golden spear pierced the void and passed through Xuanzhong's neck.
Poof!
A line of blood shot out, and immediately a head rose into the sky along with the line of blood, turned into a parabola and fell from the sky. It rolled on the ground several times before finally coming to a standstill.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the area where Wu Sheng Pagoda was located became much quieter and stagnant. Everyone was watching this scene quietly, unable to say a word.
Xuan Zhong, a half-saint who masters the laws of Xuan Ming, is at the level of a Martial Saint. Even though his combat power is not as good as that of a Martial Saint, there is not much difference.
Now, they were actually killed by a young man of their generation, which was a huge shock to them.
Whoosh!
A phantom suddenly burst out from Xuan Zhong's corpse and fled into the distance.
"Zhuo Wen, remember this. I will definitely report this matter to Master Yanji and the others, saying that you deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors, and killed your fellow masters."
A vicious voice came from this phantom, but its fleeing speed was not slow at all, but faster.
"Escape? Is it that easy?"
"Lock the dragon seal from heaven, lock heaven and earth!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, he flipped his right hand, and the Heavenly Lock Dragon Seal flew out, extending out a series of extremely terrifying black chains, like countless black pythons, rushing out.
The chain was extremely fast, catching up with Xuan Zhong's Nascent Soul in an instant, and binding Xuan Zhong's Nascent Soul layer by layer, making it impossible for him to escape at all.
Zhuo Wen retracted his right hand, and the black chains converged and were put into Zhuo Wen's bag, and Xuan Zhong's Nascent Soul was also held in his palm.
"you……"
Xuan Zhong's face was full of fear and he struggled hard. Unfortunately, how could he break free from Zhuo Wen's control in his Nascent Soul form.
"You'd better stay in the spiritual ring first!"
Zhuo Wen said lightly, then stuffed the Xuan Zhong Nascent Soul into the spiritual ring, and his eyes fell on the Martial Saint not far away, who was still bombarding the bowl-shaped golden bowl.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's face was a little pale. The battle with Xuan Zhong just now took a lot of energy from him, so he immediately took out the Snow Lotus Biying Pill from his spiritual ring and drank it.
The surging medicinal power spread throughout the body, and Zhuo Wen's injuries were somewhat relieved under the pervasive medicinal power.
Perhaps feeling Zhuo Wen's gaze, Wu Sheng stopped moving and stared at Zhuo Wen with some fear.
"Zhuowen, I don't care about your affairs. I want you to leave Wusheng Tower, but you can't interfere in this young monk's affairs. How about that?"
Wu Sheng spoke, with a hint of softness in his words.
Zhuo Wen was able to kill Xuan Zhong, which shows the terror of the former.
Although Wu Sheng understood the law of martial arts and mastered a higher power than Xuan Zhong, he did not dare to say that he could kill Xuan Zhong, but Zhuo Wen did it, so he was extremely afraid.
"I'm sorry, I'll take care of it!"
The corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth showed a trace of curvature, and the purple thunder wings spread out from behind, as if teleporting, and flew towards the Martial Saint.
The Martial Saint's eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his right hand. The mountain-like giant hand came with the roar of the wind, and wherever it passed, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen escaped into the void and happened to avoid Wu Sheng's blow. When he reappeared, he had already landed in the bowl-shaped golden bowl.
"Hmm? Do you know each other?"
Looking at this scene, Wu Sheng frowned slightly and asked in slight surprise.
Zhuo Wen and Fo Wen looked at each other, both looked up to the sky and laughed, and actually said in unison: "More than knowing each other, Zhuo Wen is Fo Wen, and Fo Wen is also Zhuo Wen. The two are essentially one."
After saying that, Buddha Wen stepped over and the Buddha's light spread across the sky. He actually merged with Zhuo Wen. In an instant, the two of them became one person.
"Is it a clone?" Wu Sheng's pupils narrowed and he couldn't help but whisper to himself.
boom!
The moment the Buddhist text was integrated into Zhuo Wen's body, a terrifying aura of heaven-shattering and earth-shattering aura rose into the sky, as if it could shatter space.
In the entire wasteland, countless disciples of the Martial Saint Pagoda knelt on the ground at the moment when the aura exploded. This aura was like the power of heaven, suppressing them and making it impossible for them to stand upright.
"It's so scary. Is this my strongest trump card?"
This is the voice of all the disciples. Their hearts are trembling and their legs are shaking.
Shao Yu was also stunned and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. The strength Zhuo Wen showed was beyond his expectation.
Just now, it was extremely incredible to kill Xuan Zhong with the Ice and Fire Palace, but that was actually not his strongest method.
"Maybe Zhuo Wen is qualified to compete with Yang Yi at this moment. In the Jiuyou Conference two years later, he...may be able to shine."
Shao Yu's eyes burst out with a strange brilliance. Zhuo Wen was only at the seventh-level emperor realm, so he was so terrifying.
Shao Yu knew very well that if Zhuo Wen was given more time and understood the Law of the Void at the Jiuyou Conference, Zhuo Wen might still be able to surpass Yang Yi.
Wu Sheng's face looked a little ugly. At this moment, the strength displayed by Zhuo Wen was somewhat beyond his expectation, and even he felt a little frightened.
"Martial Saint, Leng Quan was killed by me, Zhuo Wen. If you want revenge, just come."
Zhuo Wen walked towards the void step by step, towards the Martial Saint. A thunderous sound exploded in the void, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.
"war!"
Although the Martial Saint was fearful, he was fearless. The Law of Martial Arts surrounded the huge shadow of the warrior. With a pinch of his right hand, he condensed the huge Fangtian Painted Halberd.
Integrating the power of Buddhist inscriptions, the phantom of an ancient Buddha thousands of feet tall appeared in the void behind Zhuo Wen.
The two collided together in the void, and then erupted with an extremely terrifying sound of explosion, like countless firecrackers exploding.
The shadow of the warrior and the shadow of the ancient Buddha, two giants, were intertwined in the void, fighting in close quarters, with fists touching the flesh.
Every attack can leave a moat-like space collapse and cracks in the void, which makes many people feel numb when they see it.
"Amitabha, Ten Thousand Buddhas!"
Zhuo Wen shouted loudly, and the shadow of the ancient Buddha appeared in the void, and then differentiated into a series of Buddha shadows, like thousands of Buddhas worshiping, with golden light.
Boom!
The phantom of the Ten Thousand Buddhas hit the phantom of the warrior, causing the latter's huge body to retreat continuously.
"Taisha Longyin!"
Zhuo Wen did not move slowly and used the Taisha Dragon Seal again. The huge Taisha Holy Dragon phantom followed closely behind the Ten Thousand Buddhas phantom, and the huge dragon body was thrown like an endless whip shadow.
boom!
The shadow of the warrior retreats again!
"Too cruel and ruthless!"
The shadow of the Taisha Holy Dragon roared and exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the terrifying power it produced spread out.
The shadow of the warrior is still retreating, and even the face of the martial saint in the shadow of the warrior has become a little pale.
"Palace of Ice and Fire!"
Zhuo Wen stretched out his hands, and the dark cold poison and Jiuyan Yehuo slowly combined under his thoughts to form a huge ice and fire palace.
The Ice and Fire Palace was suppressed, like a mountain, with unbearable pressure.
Boom!
The warrior phantom knelt on the ground on one knee. The entire ground shook violently and rumbled, while the Ice and Fire Palace crushed the warrior phantom, making it stooped and unable to stand upright at all.
Looking at this scene, many people's eyes were numb.
In the battle between Zhuo Wen and Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng was almost suppressed and beaten.
Kick, kick, kick!
Crisp footsteps sounded, and Zhuo Wen descended from the void. The shadow of the ancient Buddha floated quietly behind him, his eyes narrowed, while Zhuo Wen walked step by step towards the dim shadow of the warrior.
The Martial Saint, who was in the center of the warrior's shadow, had shocking blood stains on the corners of his mouth and was coughing constantly.
In the battle just now, he suffered extremely serious injuries.
"Martial Saint! You will not survive if you do something wrong to yourself."
Zhuo Wen came to the shadow of the warrior. After saying this, he pressed his right hand, and the huge ancient Buddha shadow behind him stretched out a Buddha palm, crushed it down, and hit the shadow of the warrior.
The Martial Saint looked up to the sky and roared, and the huge shadow of the warrior collapsed like glass. The Martial Saint fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed state, struggling hard but unable to get up.
Hiss!
Looking at this scene, countless disciples of Wu Sheng Pagoda took a breath of cold air. The leader of their Wu Sheng Pagoda, Wu Sheng, was actually defeated by a junior...