Due to Yan Ruhuo, Zhuo Wen completely woke up from the state of enlightenment just now. His eyes were cold and he killed Yan Ruhuo with one move.
After killing Yan Ruhuo, the holy luck on his body entered the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows. The thirteen golden lines on his eyebrows began to spread continuously, and finally burst out with a frightening golden light.
The golden lines began to spread, and the thirteen golden lines between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows were directly derived from the seventeen golden lines.
"Yan Ruhuo died like this..."
There were sounds of gasping for air, and the smoke was like fire. He was ranked second in the second stage of winning the Holy Luck, and he was also a strong man of Xuansheng.
It is really incredible that such a talented person fell so easily.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhuo Wen, and their eyes were dull.
However, what made many people heave a sigh of relief was that Zhuo Wen did not break through Xuansheng.
The interference of Yan Ruhuo just now caused Zhuo Wen to wake up from his state of enlightenment, interrupting Zhuo Wen's process of becoming a saint.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly. The power of the five laws had just been integrated into his Dantian, making all the holy power in his body filled with the power of the five laws.
But even so, Zhuo Wen still hasn't achieved the breakthrough to become a saint.
Speaking of which, Yan Ruhuo's attack just now did not have a great impact on him. Zhuo Wen was still very clear about this.
"What's the reason for Xiao Hei?"
Narrowing his eyes, Zhuo Wen quickly thought of the reason. Just when he was about to break through to the Holy Realm, an extremely strong obstructive force came from his consciousness, preventing him from successfully becoming a Xuansheng.
"You are right, that's the reason for this little black dog. It is the Taiyou Sacred Dragon with noble bloodline. After becoming your armored soul, it also increases the barriers and difficulty for you to break through."
Chenghuang's voice sounded in Zhuo Wen's mind, causing Zhuo Wen's pupils to shrink.
"You old fox, what did you say?"
Xiao Hei's voice also came. After scolding Cheng Huang, he said to Zhuo Wen cautiously: "Boy, it is indeed my fault, I'm sorry!"
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said, "Why are you talking about this? Since more than a dozen golden patterns are not enough, then let's strip it away until we can become a saint."
Zhuo Wen didn't mean to blame Xiao Hei at all. He waved his hands, his eyes full of calmness.
"Boy, thank you!" Xiao Hei said with gratitude in his eyes.
"Since it is difficult to sanctify the main body, perhaps we should first let the two clones gather ten golden patterns."
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, took a step forward, and headed towards Yasha and Guisha, who were still fighting with the two clones.
Although Zhuo Wen has not yet become a saint, due to his breakthrough just now, he is already infinitely close to the realm of Xuansheng.
Whoosh!
Zhuo Wen was like a god descending to earth, instantly flying in front of Yaksha.
"retreat!"
Yasha's face was shaken, and the scene of Yan Ruhuo's death just now was still vivid in his mind.
The Zhuo Wen in front of him was so terrifying that even Yan Ruhuo was crushed to death by one of his moves, let alone him.
"Want to quit? It's a beautiful thought."
Zhuo Wen's right palm slammed down, and Yasha's expression changed drastically. The speed of Zhuo Wen's palm was too fast, like a vast mountain crushing down.
"Block!"
Yaksha screamed, raised the golden trident in his hand suddenly, golden light exploded, and the shadow of Poseidon appeared in the endless golden light, with unparalleled power.
Rumble!
The big palm crushed and fell, and the Poseidon's shadow was directly shattered, and the raised trident collapsed inch by inch.
"No!"
Yasha screamed loudly and was hit by the palm directly to the ground, motionless.
Zhuo Wen was merciless with this palm. With the power of his holy body, one palm was enough to crush Yaksha.
But at the last moment, he held back and only seriously injured Yasha.
"Fowen, kill him."
Zhuo Wen gave an order, and the Buddhist monk next to him stepped forward, and the Buddha's palm flew out, hitting Yaksha heavily.
Poof!
Yasha didn't even react, he was blasted into a ball of blood mist by Fo Wen's palm, and the holy luck on his body was directly stripped away by Fo Wen.
Bah ba ba ba!
Immediately, the seven golden lines at the center of the Buddha's eyebrows began to spread, and ten golden lines were directly derived.
After killing Yaksha, Zhuo Wen was not slow and rushed towards the ghost.
Gui Sha had already seen that the timing was wrong, left the battlefield here, and fled towards other parts of the yellow mist world.
Although the magic text is strong, compared with the ghost evil spirit, its strength is still inferior, and the ghost evil spirit is not left behind.
"Kill all the disciples on the desert island."
Zhuo Wen ordered Mo Wen, who nodded.
Since Gui Sha does not care about the life and death of the other disciples on the desert island, Zhuo Wen will not be polite and directly let Mo Wen deprive the disciples on the desert island of their holy luck.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
There were screams one after another, and the ghosts left, leaving the other disciples on the deserted island in a state of confusion.
When the magic text descended on these desert island disciples, they used thunderous means and began to kill by any means.
In an instant, Demon Wen was surrounded by countless blood mist. At this moment, he was like a demon coming from hell, bathed in blood.
"Ten golden lines!"
After killing all the disciples on the deserted island, the number of golden lines on Mowen's eyebrows also increased to ten.
boom!
boom!
Two golden lights that broke through the sky rose into the sky again from the yellow mist world, and the vast holy power spread on the Jiuyou rooftop.
"Magic and Buddhist texts are going to be sanctified."
On the Jiuyou Tiantai Square, the eliminated disciples all raised their heads and stared at the two golden pillars with shocked expressions in their eyes.
…
"kill!"
During the process of Mo Wen and Fo Wen breaking through and becoming saints, Zhuo Wen stared at the disciples of the five major forces of Baihuayuan, Killing Alliance, Immortal Altar, Yaksha Sea and Qinglong Palace with cold eyes.
No nonsense at all, he took a step forward, and the golden spear in his hand was like a snake, rushing towards these disciples.
"escape!"
Feeling the cold murderous intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes, these disciples trembled all over and fled without caring about their dignity as warriors.
This Zhuo Wen was so terrifying. All the strongest geniuses from the five major forces were killed by this man. Although they were proud in their hearts, they did not think they would be his opponent.
"Asshole!"
Qing Longzi's face was extremely ugly. Due to Yang Yi's interception from the front, he could only watch the show and watch Zhuo Wen kill other disciples.
Poof!
Poof!
Bloody killings broke out throughout the Yellow Mist World. None of the disciples of the five major forces could withstand a single move in Zhuo Wen's hands, and they were all wiped out by him.
"We offer our holy fortune, don't kill us."
Finally, someone got timid and hurriedly offered their holy luck to Zhuo Wen, hoping to send it out.
But Zhuo Wen didn't say a word, and the golden gun in his hand was like the death scythe, constantly harvesting the lives of these disciples.
When the spear pierced the heart of the last disciple, Zhuo Wen stopped his movements. He suddenly drew back his right hand and pulled out the golden spear. His eyes were indifferent, like the god of death in hell.
Demon God Palace Yunran, Wu Die, Jia Shen College Yang Yi, Fu Yu, Mo Yan Wushang and others all stared at the bloody young man in front of them with complicated expressions. The shock in their hearts was like a tsunami that could not subside for a long time.
At this moment, everyone outside the Jiuyou rooftop fell silent, and their eyes fell on the light curtain.
On it, except for the disciples of the two major forces, Demon God Palace and Jia Shen Academy, the names of the disciples from other forces were all dim.
The only two people who still exist are Qinglongzi of Qinglong Temple and Guisha on the desert island. Apart from these two people, there is no one else.
"This...all are dead?"
Someone's eyes were dull and they murmured in a low voice.
In the Yellow Mist World, those gathered are the most elite geniuses in the Nine Nether Realms, and they are also the disciples trained by the core of the major forces in the Nine Nether Realms.
Now, except for the disciples of Jia Shen Academy and Demon God Palace, all the disciples of the other seven major forces are almost dead. This is really terrifying.
So, who was it that killed these disciples?
"It was Zhuo Wen who did it, because the light screen showed that this person has the most gold patterns on his body, reaching twenty-five."
Finally, someone noticed that the golden light emitted by Zhuo Wen's name in the light screen was much stronger than other names.
At this moment, among the nine major forces, the Holy Martial Sect Wuhou, Baihuayuan Baimeisheng, the Immortal Altar Immortal Old Monster, the Killing Alliance Killing Emperor, the Yaksha Sea Eternal Night Pluto, and the Lord of the six major forces in the desert island, all are
Eyes narrowed.
The eyes of the masters of the six major forces all burst out with strong murderous intent. Almost all the elite disciples in their forces were dead. They could not swallow this breath.
"Zhuowen, this little beast, he killed Ruhuo, I must kill him with my own hands."
On the square platform of Qinglong Hall, Elder Linghuo's right hand suddenly dropped on the stone platform beside the armrest. The powerful force directly blasted the stone platform into pieces.
Qing Yu'an frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice: "We must kill this boy, but not at this time."
Speaking of which, Qingyu'an was also a little worried about Qinglongzi. In such a short period of time, Zhuo Wen actually killed so many disciples from other forces. In fact, all the disciples in their Qinglong Palace except Qinglongzi died.
Regarding this point, Qingyu'an felt a little sad in his heart, but he did not show it.
"It should be soon. The death of this little beast Zhuo Wen is also coming."
Qingyu'an raised her head and looked across the Jiuyou Tiantai, landing on the deepest part of the Jiuyou Tian. It seemed that there was a huge beast hidden in it.
…
"Wudi, Taimo, help me protect the magic and Buddhist texts."
Zhuo Wen suddenly said something to Wu Die and Tai Mo. They both nodded and rushed to Mo Wen and Fo Wen, always alert to the surrounding situation.
Zhuo Wen walked towards Qinglongzi step by step and said indifferently: "Qinglongzi, do you dare to fight?"
Yang Yi looked at Zhuo Wen with some curiosity, and then took a step away, allowing Qinglongzi to face Zhuo Wen head-on, while Yang Yi himself stood aside with an expression that it had nothing to do with him.
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at Yang Yi. He always felt that Yang Yi was very extraordinary and gave him an unfathomable feeling.