Everyone stood up, their eyes fixed on Zhuo Wen, their faces twitching violently.
Currently, the only person who can strike the blood cauldron twenty times is the master of the Blood Refining Mansion, Xue Hentian, and it is said that Xue Hentian finally did it by relying on the power of the Jiuyang Dao Sword.
But the Mu Zhuo in front of him was no more than Shaoxuan Saint in terms of cultivation, and he had no official position in the Blood Refining Mansion in terms of qualifications. At the same time, he was an unknown person, but this guy actually struck the blood cauldron twenty times.
"Twenty times? Impossible, he... I don't believe it!"
Shi Chai trembled all over and clenched his fists tightly. He stared at Zhuo Wen's figure and let out a low roar that didn't sound like a human voice.
Although he was quite regretful that he had not been able to ring the fifteenth time before, he also knew that the result of fourteen times was definitely a high level among all generals. No one except him could achieve this result.
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But Mu Zhuo, who was unknown before, not only caught up with his results, but even surpassed him, and finally struck twenty times.
Shi Lai couldn't accept such a turn of events, or in other words, he simply couldn't believe it, but even if he didn't believe it anymore, it had all happened, right before his eyes.
Wow!
When Zhuo Wen struck the twentieth blow, all the resentment in the blood cauldron poured out at once. The massive resentment spewed out like a vast ocean and rushed into the sky, forming boundless dark clouds.
If you look carefully, you can find that there are countless ferocious faces in these dark clouds, all of which are formed by resentment.
"What did you do?"
Palace Master Xue Hentian's pupils shrank, he glanced at the huge clouds of resentment in the sky, he stared at Zhuo Wen and shouted loudly.
Xuehentian had struck for the twentieth time. Although the resentment generated was indeed terrifying, it was not as dense or huge as it is today. It was as if all the resentment in the blood cauldron was spewed out today.
Moreover, Xue Hentian also clearly felt that the blood cauldron only spurted out resentment, but the more terrifying pressure and blood did not spit out.
"Is this Blood Cauldron assisting Mu Zhuo?"
Such a strange idea suddenly appeared in Xue Hentian's mind, but he quickly rejected it. Although the blood cauldron has a spirit, Mu Zhuo had nothing to do with the blood cauldron before, so how could he help Mu Zhuo?
Where is Zhuo?
But Xue Hentian knew that the strange behavior of the Blood Cauldron had nothing to do with Mu Zhuo.
Zhuo Wen glanced at Xue Hentian and ignored him. He stepped on his right foot and jumped into the terrifying dark cloud of resentment.
"Where to go?"
Xuehentian's pupils shrank, he snorted coldly, and with a move of his right hand, a golden sword flew out. Under his thoughts, he chased Zhuo Wen like a shuttle.
The moment the sword flew out, the golden light exploded, turning into a terrifying scorching sun.
"The number one Yang Dao Sword among the Nine Yang Dao Swords, I didn't expect that the master of the palace would use the Nine Yang Dao Sword as soon as he took action. Is he planning to kill Mu Zhuo?"
Looking at the huge scorching sun, everyone around was shocked. The Jiuyang Dao Sword is an Earth Immortal Sacred Artifact. Even the first Yang Dao Sword among them is enough to kill anyone below the Heaven Defying Saint Realm.
Musha.
Even warriors in the heaven-defying holy realm would not dare to compete with this No. 1 Yang Dao Sword, right?
"Mu Zhuo is finished. If the palace master takes action, he will definitely die!" The manager Zang Feng grinned, as if he was letting out a strong breath of evil.
While in mid-air, Zhuo Wen also felt the approaching First Yang Dao Sword, and the chill in his eyes gradually grew stronger.
Xue Hentian's sword was very tricky, and it was aimed at his limbs, obviously trying to break off his limbs.
Zhuo Wen thought to himself that he had not provoked Xue Hentian, but Xue Hentian was so ruthless when he attacked, which made Zhuo Wen feel cold in his heart.
"Xiao Yu, help me control this No. 1 Yang Dao Sword!" Zhuo Wen suddenly sent a message to Xiao Yu in Canglong Hall and entered the secret passage.
At this moment, Xiao Yu stood in the Canglong Palace Square, her pretty face full of excitement, her pink fists clenched tightly, and she nodded deeply: "Brother Mu, don't worry, Xiao Yu will not let you down."
As he spoke, the Nine Yang mark on Xiaoyu's collarbone suddenly erupted with a blazing golden light, and a special power spread out from Xiaoyu's body, like an invisible tentacle.
This special power surged out of the Canglong Palace and finally landed in the palm of Zhuo Wen's right hand.
"Brother Mu, this is the control power of my Jiuyang physique. With the power of control, you can forcibly control the Jiuyang Dao Sword."
"Fortunately, this Xuehentian only released the First Yang Dao Sword, and this First Yang Dao Sword is the weakest and best to control. With my power of control, this First Yang Dao Sword, Brother Mu, you
You can take it by force."
After Xiao Yu exerted that special power, her pretty face turned pale, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and her whole body was dripping with sweat.
"Well, thank you for your hard work!"
Zhuo Wen nodded, holding this special power in his right hand, Zhuo Wen silently surrounded the underworld water droplets around him, just in case.
Whoosh!
The First Yang Dao Sword was extremely fast and flew in front of Zhuo Wen in an instant. Zhuo Wen could even clearly feel the blazing high temperature erupting from the First Yang Dao Sword. This high temperature was even more terrifying and hot than the magma in the core of the earth.
many.
As soon as the sword came, it slashed at Zhuo Wen's limbs, trying to cut off his limbs.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he saw that his right hand turned into a claw, and the special power in his palm erupted, and he grabbed the First Yang Dao Sword.
"Is this Mu Zhuo looking for death? He actually tried to catch the Jiuyang Dao Sword with his bare hands. Haha, the ignorant are really fearless!"
Zhuo Wen's behavior immediately caused a burst of laughter. Many warriors looked at him with jest and sarcasm, feeling that Zhuo Wen was simply looking for death.
But reality gave these mockers a big slap in the face.
The moment Zhuo Wen's right hand touched the First Yang Dao Sword, the First Yang Dao Sword buzzed, and the sound of the sword was filled with a touch of fear and surrender.
Then Zhuo Wen, in full view of everyone, grabbed the First Yang Dao Sword in his palm, as neatly as if he were grabbing an ordinary sword.
For a moment, the whole place fell into silence, and Xuehentian stood there as if turned to stone.
After grabbing the First Yang Dao Sword, Zhuo Wen put it into the spiritual ring without hesitation, and immediately took a explosive step, like an arrow from a string, and his figure instantly disappeared into the terrifying dark cloud formed by resentment.
As soon as Zhuo Wen entered the cloud of resentment, endless sounds of howling ghosts and wolves were heard in his ears. Countless resentments around him rushed towards Zhuo Wen as if they had seen a fishy cat.
However, Zhuo Wen smiled coldly, and more than fifty drops of water from the underworld surrounded him like hungry wolves. All the resentment that came from around him was refined by the underworld.
After a while, a vacuum environment of several feet was formed around Zhuo Wen. Within this range of several feet, the surrounding resentment continued to linger, and they did not dare to approach Zhuo Wen at all.
"It's really a terrifying resentment. Is this the resentment accumulated by the Blood Cauldron for thousands of years? It should be more than that, right?"
Zhuo Wen walked leisurely among the endless resentment, but he looked thoughtful.
Outside, Xue Hentian was furious. Although he didn't understand why his First Yang Dao Sword was taken away by Na Mu Zhuo, the Nine Yang Dao Sword was his foundation, and now it was snatched away in public.
Leaving, no matter in terms of face or mood, is something Xuehentian cannot tolerate.
"The six commanders-in-chief, as well as the general manager Zang Feng, will break through the cloud of resentment together with the master of this palace. Mu Zhuo cannot escape today."
Xue Hentian gave a cold shout and jumped up, while the manager Zang Feng naturally followed closely behind.
Among the six commanders, the first commander frowned slightly, but he did not disobey Xue Hentian's order, and followed behind Xue Hentian with five commanders.
A group of eight people, with their supreme strength, broke through a hole in the cloud of resentment and got in instantly.
However, this cloud of resentment was too huge, and the resentment inside was too much and too dense, so after half a stick of incense, the eight members of the Blood Hate Heaven returned without success.
"Palace Master, Mu Zhuo seems to have a secret method that can make resentment disappear. He is like a tiger in this cloud of resentment. If we go in and search like this, I'm afraid it won't be easy to find him." Zang Feng said in a deep voice.
"Then what should we do? And how did this son take away the No. 1 Yang Dao Sword among the Nine Yang Dao Swords? The No. 1 Yang Dao Sword had been completely refined by the master of this palace, and was actually taken away by this son.
Yeah, it’s really weird.”
What Xue Hentian cares most about is his No. 1 Yang Dao Sword. After all, it is an Earth Immortal holy weapon and his strongest trump card. Now that it has been taken away by Na Zhuo Wen, how can he not be anxious.
Zang Feng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of something. He said in a deep voice: "Palace Master, today, the only people who can seize the Jiuyang Dao Sword by force are the powerful Immortal Saints with the Jiuyang Physique.
Descendants of the Nine-Yang Heavenly Lord."
"Huh? Do you think that Mu Zhuo has a Nine Yang constitution and is a descendant of the Nine Yang Heavenly Lord?" Xue Hentian narrowed his eyes.
"Besides this speculation, I really can't think of any other result! Moreover, this person was brought here by a blood general. Maybe he knows something." Zang Feng said.
Xue Hentian's eyes moved slightly, and finally landed on the Blood Demon not far away. His eyes were a little cold, and he said: "Blood General, this person is your helper, do you have anything to say?"
Feeling Xue Hentian's fierce gaze, the Blood Demon cried out in his heart. He did not expect that Zhuo Wen would actually make such a big fuss, and even eventually snatched Xue Hentian's First Yang Dao Sword.
"Blood General, don't think that because those old guys are protecting you, you think that the master of this palace doesn't dare to touch you."
Seeing that the Blood Demon remained silent, Xue Hentian became a little angry and his tone became much more serious.
The blood demon's eyes flickered and he sighed secretly: "Palace Master, I didn't expect this. In order to make up for this mistake of mine, I am willing to reveal a secret to you."
Xue Hentian raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested, asking: "What secret?"
"As for the true origin of Namuzhuo, this matter is very important to you, Palace Master." Gorefiend said cautiously.
Xue Hentian's eyes were surprised. Just when he was about to speak, the terrifying clouds of resentment suddenly moved violently in the sky...