Wuhou roared angrily, and swung out a Xuansheng-level halberd in his hand, carrying a power as powerful as a shocking wave, and blasted it towards the crushing Ninth Yang Thunder Tribulation.
Not only Wuhou, the Immortal Old Monster, and Bai Meisheng, but the five of them also tried their best to unite and sacrifice their respective sacred sacred weapons, bursting out with infinite holy power.
A half-sage, under the power of the scorching sun and golden thunder, were all annihilated and turned into powder.
These semi-saints, who are considered to be among the top experts in all major Nether Realms, are now as vulnerable as ants under the scorching sun and golden thunder.
At the moment when Wu Hou and the six people set up defense, the other five saints they summoned also fled to the six of them in panic.
"Everyone come in and resist the attack of this scorching sun and golden thunder together."
Killing the Emperor shouted loudly, and the five saints came here quickly. The eleven people joined forces, and their power was extremely terrifying.
As for the rest of the Half-Saints, they were all dead, which made the six people of Wuhou feel a faint pain in their hearts.
The semi-saints were the mainstay of elite warriors in their respective forces. It was extremely painful to lose any one of them. Now that they all died at once, it can be said to be a heavy loss.
Boom boom boom!
The scorching golden thunder fell in front of the eleven people, erupting with terrifying golden thunder, and then a rich golden light shot up into the sky, and exploded directly.
An invisible air wave spread from the center of the Nine Netherworld, and the Nine Nether Realms trembled violently under the influence of this air wave.
When the golden thunder was completely annihilated, Zhuo Wen stood proudly on the black dragon's head, and terrifying holy power surged out of his body, and dense crackling sounds came from his body.
If you observe carefully, Zhuo Wen's aura is growing stronger, and it is an overwhelming trend, constantly rising and erupting, reaching the sky.
"The Nine-Yang Thunder Tribulation has passed, and Zhuo Wen's cultivation has advanced to the Kongxuan Saint Realm."
"However, this son's aura is still growing. I'm afraid it's not just as simple as breaking through to the Kongxuan Saint Realm."
"..."
Countless warriors in the Nine Nether Realm cast their eyes towards Zhuo Wen, especially when they felt the aura that continued to improve, they all looked horrified.
"You have accumulated so much experience! This boy received so much holy luck before he became a saint, and later experienced horrific saintly tribulations such as the Nine Yang Thunder Tribulation. I am afraid it is impossible for him to just reach the first Xuankong Xuansheng realm.
"
Cao Rong narrowed his eyes and showed a hint of joy. Even he did not expect that Zhuo Wen would pass the disaster of Ninth Yang to Wu Hou and others.
He tricked seventy or eighty half-saints to death and brought about the end of the calamity. This was unexpected.
"The second mystery, the Saint Realm of Nirvana, break it for me!"
Zhuo Wen screamed sharply, and the aura on his body climbed to a higher level again, reaching the second level of Xuan Nirvana. The holy power in his Dantian was much more refined and majestic than before.
Zhuo Wen even integrated the law of cause and effect of Buddhist avatars and the demonic avatars of demonic avatars into the holy power of Dantian.
The seven laws converged harmoniously in the Dantian, pushing Zhuo Wen's aura to its peak.
"This child's aura is still rising. Is it possible that he can advance to the third level of Xuanxuanxuan Sage?"
Everyone was shocked. As soon as they broke through and became a saint, they were able to advance to three minor realms. Although it was impossible to achieve success, it was already unprecedentedly rare.
Boom!
Sure enough, when everyone was speculating, Zhuo Wen's aura climbed to a new level again, breaking through to the realm of Peeping Mysterious Saint in one fell swoop.
After reaching the Saint Peeping Realm, Zhuo Wen's aura finally stopped rising and completely stabilized.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen showed a look of surprise. He felt that he was full of powerful power, especially the holy power in his dantian, which was much stronger than the previous Yuan Power.
Moreover, the power of the seven laws is integrated into the holy power. He has completely reached the point where he can follow his words. Once he speaks, he can mobilize any of the seven laws in his body at will.
However, at present, he is only in the Xuansheng realm, so the combination of the power of the law and the holy power is not particularly intensive. If he is promoted to the heavenly saint, the law will be combined with the holy power, and the power will become very terrifying.
After Zhuo Wen was completely promoted to the Saint Peeping Realm, the last trace of golden thunder from the Nine Yang Thunder Tribulation also completely disappeared.
Under the golden thunder, eleven extremely embarrassed figures were suspended above the Nine Nether Sky.
These eleven people were none other than the six Wu Hous and the five saints sent by their respective forces.
The auras of the eleven saints were extremely weak, the Mysterious Saint Artifacts on their bodies were almost dim, and the surface of their bodies was covered with extremely tragic cracks, as if they would collapse at any time.
The most miserable among them were the five saints. Most of them were missing arms and legs. The most miserable one had his hands and feet completely mutilated.
Seeing the miserable appearance of the eleven saints, everyone took a breath of cold air. These were eleven saints. When had so many saints joined forces to fight in the Nine Nether Realm? It had never happened before.
"As expected of a saint, Ninth Yang couldn't even kill eleven of them."
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and looked at the eleven saints in extremely embarrassed state with some surprise.
He had personally experienced how powerful the Ninth Yang was. Even if he became a small holy body, he would not dare to challenge the Ninth Yang.
Even if Xiao Hei transformed into a huge dragon body of 100,000 feet, it took an extremely huge amount of original power to barely block the Ninth Yang, and it was only temporary, just to lure Wu Hou and the others over.
"The saint has almost reached the point where his lifespan is as long as the heaven and the earth. His holy power surpasses all energy and is not easy to kill." Xiao Hei said authentically.
Zhuo Wen nodded slightly and said: "Since Ninth Yang did not kill them, then I will handle the remaining killing tasks."
As he spoke, Zhuo Wen stepped on his feet and flew towards the eleven saints like an arrow from a string.
The six people from Marquis Wu were shocked and angry. They all yelled and cursed Zhuo Wen, the little bastard.
Although the six of them were all at the peak of Xuansheng, they also suffered extremely serious injuries. The five Xuansheng who followed them with lower cultivation levels had even more serious and terrifying injuries. Their arms and legs were broken, and their bodies were not even intact.
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"This little bastard, what a bastard!"
Seeing Zhuo Wen coming straight towards him, Marquis Wu and others showed fear in their eyes.
They could all feel the vast and surging saint's aura on Zhuo Wen's body, and this aura was not the Kongxuan Saint realm where he had just entered the Saint realm, but the Peeping Xuan Saint realm where he had reached the third realm.
"This little bastard has broken through to the Holy Realm, and has immediately reached the Third Mysterious Peeping into the Mysterious Holy Realm. This..."
The six people were all shocked. Zhuo Wen's breakthrough must have been too fast. He was promoted to the Saint Peeping Realm all of a sudden. It was really scary.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen Sheng's majesty was so powerful that the aura of the Xuan Sheng Realm burst out violently. Even the surrounding space was distorted, causing the expressions of Wu Hou and others to change drastically.
Boom!
However, the moment Zhuo Wen was about to arrive in front of Wu Hou and others, a terrifying strong wind swept over and hit Zhuo Wen's face hard.
boom!
Zhuo Wen punched out, the Holy Power and the Holy Body's power intertwined, with supreme punch pressure, there was a burst of explosive sound.
Kick, kick, kick!
Zhuo Wen groaned and stepped back dozens of steps, and then a cyan figure landed in front of Wu Hou and others.
"Green old dog?"
Zhuo Wen took a few steps back, his eyes fell on the cyan figure in front of him, and he couldn't help but whisper.
These words suddenly made Qing Yu'an's face turn a little blue, and his eyes were murderous, staring at Zhuo Wen.
"Master Qing Palace, this boy is too arrogant. Capture him and cut him into pieces."
The immortal old monster quickly said to Qingyu'an that Zhuo Wen had tricked several of them this time. This time, almost all the semi-saints in their major forces were dead. This hatred is irreconcilable.
Even the other five Xuanshengs suffered extremely serious injuries. To recover, I am afraid it will require huge resources and time.
"Don't worry, six, this boy will definitely die. If you have any last words, just tell me, otherwise you won't have a chance later."
Qing Yuan stood with her hands behind her back, facing the wind, her hair flying wildly, and her indifferent voice spreading around her.
Wu Hou, Immortal Old Monster, Bai Meisheng, Killing Emperor, Desert and Eternal Night Pluto all fell into silence, staring at Qingyu'an with strange eyes. They didn't quite understand what Qingyu'an meant by this.
Even Zhuo Wen stared at Qingyu'an strangely, not quite understanding what Qingyu'an meant.
"Master Qing Palace, what do you mean by this? We don't quite understand."
Wu Hou stood up, frowned slightly and stared at Qing Yu'an's back with a smile.
"Haha, brother Wuhou, you will know soon."
Qing Yu'an turned her head and stared at Wu Hou, with an evil smile on her lips.
Poof!
As soon as Qingyu'an finished speaking, a sharp black tentacle suddenly passed through Qingyu'an's back, piercing it fiercely. Holy blood spurted out from Wuhou's chest and spread above the Nine Nether Sky.
, turned into a shower of blood.
Silence, the entire Jiuyoutian area became extremely quiet, and everyone's eyes were staring at Wuhou who was penetrated by the black tentacles in disbelief.
For a moment, everyone did not react to the current situation at all, and they did not even expect that a black tentacle would suddenly emerge and pierce through Wu Hou's entire body.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at the tentacles that penetrated Wu Hou. His face was as cold as a knife. He was too familiar with this aura.
Looking along the end of the tentacle, I saw that the tentacle was heading towards the depths of Jiuyoutian. There, there was a black shadow as black as ink, and it was impossible to see the true face of this black shadow.
Whoosh whoosh!
The moment Wu Hou was penetrated, another black tentacle flew out of the black shadow, like a black arrow, and flew towards the other ten seriously injured saints.
"Get away!"
The immortal old monster roared angrily, the law of death lingered around him, a death sword slashed out, cut off the surrounding tentacles, and fled quickly.
Killing the Emperor used the art of assassination, blended into the darkness, and quietly planned to leave.
Bai Meisheng is surrounded by hundreds of flowers, and countless petals shoot out like hidden weapons, resisting the countless tentacles.
The Eternal Night Pluto summoned countless black seas to form a black sea defense; the remaining desert was filled with demonic energy, like a demon god, breaking through the attack of the tentacles.