The old man with messy hair stepped out of the outer starry sky and arrived billions of kilometers away from the Tiankai Star. He saw at a glance that Zhuo Wen chopped Yang Yi's head into two pieces.
"Huh? It's this little guy, right? And that's the clone of Emperor Shakti. I can feel Emperor Shakten's aura in that clone."
The old man glanced at Zhuo Wen, then his eyes suddenly fell on Yang Yi's head, which was chopped into two pieces and exploded, and murmured in a low voice.
"No, this little guy actually destroyed the clones of Emperor Shitian. This emperor is extremely cunning. He has many clones, with strong and weak strength, and all of his clones have hidden secrets."
"Once the clone is destroyed, the secret hand will be triggered and basically tear the murderer of his clone into pieces. This little guy is in danger."
The green-shirted Taoist who was slowly following behind the old man frowned slightly when he saw Zhuo Wen completely annihilating Yang Yi's head. He immediately took a step ahead of the old man and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.
"What? Damn it."
The old man's expression also changed slightly, and he took one step forward, which was hundreds of millions of kilometers away. Unfortunately, although the two of them were fast, it was still too late.
Zhuo Wen stared at the old man and the Taoist, his eyes narrowed slightly. He did not recognize the old man with messy hair, but he was not unfamiliar with the Taoist behind the old man, because this Taoist was the one who was on the ancient rock when he realized the meaning of Tao.
The Taoist riding a green bull appears in the movie.
Especially when he saw the two people approaching at a faster speed, Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a vigilant look. Although he had guessed the identity of the person, it did not mean that he could trust the other person unconditionally.
"Little guy, move quickly, you are in danger!"
In the starry sky hundreds of millions of kilometers away, before the Taoist approached Zhuo Wen, the sound of booming and explosions had already been heard, echoing in the ears of Zhuo Wen and Luo Yanjing.
"Who are these two people?"
At this moment, Mo Yan Wushang and Shi Ji on Luo Yanjing also noticed the old man and the Taoist who came over. They were shocked at the Taoist's power, and they were even more confused about what the Taoist said to Zhuo Wen.
Yang Yi was obviously killed by Zhuo Wen, how could Zhuo Wen be in any danger?
Zhuo Wen's eyes were stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. He trembled all over, and the ominous feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Keng!
Zhuo Wen suddenly pulled out the iron sword, kicked his right foot, and the second level of Taoism spread. He turned around, then stepped forward with his right foot and flew backwards, while his eyes fell behind.
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Behind him, the blood mist formed by the explosion of Yang Yi's head suddenly began to squirm, and then condensed into a tall and terrifying figure.
This figure's whole body was illusory, but the aura on his body was extremely terrifying, far exceeding Yang Yi's aura before.
The moment this illusory figure appeared, Zhuo Wen's heart beat wildly, and then his whole body became stiff, as if he was frozen, making it difficult to move at all.
This man looks to be in his middle years, with his hair tied up in a high bun, and a red vertical mark between his eyebrows. He exudes an indescribable sense of pressure.
"Yes, it is commendable that a mere ant actually killed my clone, but killing my clone is not without cost."
This person's voice was slightly hoarse, and his voice seemed to have countless echoes, constantly reverberating in Zhuo Wen's ears, and even affecting his newly formed soul.
As soon as the man finished speaking, Zhuo Wen's body involuntarily erupted into clouds of blood mist. He wanted to resist, but was restrained by an invisible force, making it difficult to move at all.
"Di Shitian, you lost the bet, what do you mean? Why don't you stop?"
The old man and the Taoist were still in the starry sky hundreds of millions of kilometers away, watching Zhuo Wen erupt into clouds of blood mist under Emperor Shitian's offensive, with extremely gloomy expressions.
"I did lose, but this is just an ant. If I kill it, I will kill it. Do you still have any objections?"
The figure's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to the old man and the Taoist at all. Instead, he flicked the fingers of his right hand, and an invisible finger shot out, pointing directly at the center of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
This meaning was too terrifying. Zhuo Wen watched helplessly as it came, but he could do nothing. He knew very well that if he was hit by this meaning, he would definitely die.
"Move..."
Under the crisis of life and death, Zhuo Wen roared, and suddenly, two levels of Taoism emerged from his body, and strong invisible ripples spread out, trying to resist the powerful squeeze emerging from the shadow of Emperor Shitian
power.
However, the resistance of the second level of Taoism was too weak, and Zhuo Wen couldn't even use the strength to draw his sword.
"Move..."
Zhuo Wen held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, veins popped out, and he stared at the huge shadow looking down at him in the sky.
He has completely understood that Yang Yi is just a small clone of this phantom, and the real Yang Yi is the guy named Di Shitian in front of him.
"Just for a so-called bet, you played with countless creatures on Tiankai Star and Tiankai Continent, and treated countless creatures' lives as nothing. No matter who you are, if you want to kill me, Zhuo Wen, you have to pay.
cost."
Zhuo Wen's eyes were red, and he stared coldly at Emperor Shitian, as well as the old man and Taoist approaching from the starry sky in the distance.
From the words of the Taoist and Emperor Shitian, he almost guessed the whole story.
Yang Yi has said before that everything is just a gamble, and the countless creatures on Tiankai Star are just the victims of this gamble, and he finally knows that the two people in the gamble are Emperor Shitian and that Taoist.
He recalled his initial encounter with Yang Yi, and also recalled that he had met this Taoist when the ancient rock was comprehending Taoism. He knew that his encounter with them was not a coincidence, but a deliberate arrangement.
Emperor Shitian smiled coldly and said: "It's just a planet. If it weren't for the reason of eating, I wouldn't take it seriously."
"I am able to take your Heavenly Armor Star and the creatures within it as a bet. I already think highly of you. Even if you die, you ants should feel honored."
Whoosh!
The meaning reached Zhuo Wen's eyebrows in an instant, but the moment the meaning was about to sink into Zhuo Wen's soul, the meaning suddenly collapsed, and a more terrifying and powerful ripple force burst out from Zhuo Wen's soul.
"Oh my god! This son's Taoist will has strengthened, and he has reached the third level of Taoist will."
The old man who came over opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in disbelief. He stared at Zhuo Wen, but soon showed a look of joy.
He knew that it had not been long since Zhuo Wen had reached the second level of Taoism, but now he had made another breakthrough and reached the third level of Taoism under the crisis of life and death.
This was the first time that he had seen continuous breakthroughs in Dao intention in such a short period of time. In other words, he had never seen anyone in the Huaxia Territory who could continuously comprehend the second level of Dao intention and the third level of Dao intention in such a short period of time.
of.
Even the Taoist, who had always been calm, had a fiery look in his eyes.
"In your eyes, the creatures in Tiankai Continent are all ants, but in my eyes, Tiankai Continent is my hometown. The creatures here have the same origin as me, including my family, friends, brothers..."
"Although ants are small, they can bite you back. The end result is just death!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were as calm as water, and the three levels of Taoism suddenly burst out. The power of the ripples around him suddenly increased countless times, and the terrifying squeezing power released by Emperor Shitian suddenly disappeared.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
At this moment, Zhuo Wen swung five swords in succession. At this moment, the five sword lights magnified infinitely, and each sword light was like a ray of sun rising.
Emperor Shitian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was a little surprised that Zhuo Wen suddenly broke through the third level of Taoism, he still didn't pay much attention. He waved his right hand and wiped away the five sword lights.
"The sixth sword..."
Zhuo Wen drew his sword again, and the sword light of the sixth sword formed a crescent-shaped sword light that was more dazzling than the sun, cutting through the starry sky and covering up the light of countless stars in the starry sky.
Emperor Shitian's eyes were a little solemn, and with a squeeze of his right hand, he directly grabbed the crescent-shaped sword light.
Bang!
But this sword light was not simple. Although Emperor Shitian caught the sword light, a large wound was also cut on his palm.
"You actually hurt me?"
Emperor Shitian stared blankly at his palm, obviously not expecting that a mere ant-like existence could actually hurt him, but soon he showed a furious look.
However, at the moment when Emperor Shitian was in a daze, Zhuo Wen put the iron sword into the scabbard with difficulty.
The moment the sixth sword was swung, the side effects on him had already appeared. His body was collapsing, with countless cracks appearing, and the meridians in his body were blocked.
"Can you still use the seventh sword?"
Zhuo Wen's left hand gently held the old scabbard of Wubu's sword that was spattered with blood. Back then, Zhan Bi could only draw the sixth sword, but the seventh sword had never been unsheathed.
Because the Sixth Sword is already a sword that costs life, all the masters who have used the Sixth Sword have died, and no one has ever drawn the Seventh Sword.
But Zhuo Wen could truly feel that the seventh sword in the five blood-spattered steps had indeed existed.
He is already in the early stage of a god and has three levels of Taoism. Although his life is passing after using the sixth sword, his vitality as a god is extremely strong and he has not completely fallen.
But with the speed at which life is passing now, he knows that his death will happen sooner or later.
Buzz!
The five blood-spattered steps trembled and buzzed, as if expecting Zhuo Wen to pull out the seventh sword.
"The seventh sword..."
Zhuo Wen murmured in his mouth, as if he was dreaming, and his trembling right hand suddenly became firm, and then he drew out a sword again. This sword was the unique seventh sword.
In the countless years since the birth of Blood Splattered Five Steps, Zhuo Wen pulled out the seventh sword for the first time.
When the sword was pulled out, the iron sword shattered into powder inch by inch, and a very inconspicuous black sword light quietly swept out and instantly reached the wound in the palm of Emperor Shitian Xuying's right hand.
At this moment, Emperor Shitian's shadow was still staring blankly at the wound on his palm. He didn't expect that Zhuo Wen could actually pull out a sword to attack, so he didn't care at all.
Poof!
The black sword light penetrated the wound, and then the palm of Emperor Shitian's right hand exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the entire palm turned into nothingness...