Looking at Jinghai who easily destroyed the thorns pierced by the sword, Zhuo Wen's heart sank. This Jinghai was too strong, and the gap between him and the True God was too big. He might not be Jinghai's opponent at all.
If Jinghai really wants to fight Zhuo Wen, I'm afraid Zhuo Wen can only use the power of the fourth level of Taoism.
Bang bang bang!
Countless ice shards were flying, Jinghai's jade feet kicked off, and like a powerful angry dragon, it quickly rushed towards Zhuo Wen. A terrifying pressure, as if the sky was falling, squeezed Zhuo Wen in place.
"The sword light appears!"
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, squeezed the divine sword tightly with his right hand, and swung forward suddenly. The sound of the sword blade cutting through the void, like the sound of tearing cloth, slowly resounded through the space.
The moment the divine sword reached its end, a sword light that was condensed to the extreme shot out like a white marble and quickly shot forward to the center of Jinghai's eyebrows.
Jinghai's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she felt that this sword light was unusual, so she turned her jade hand into a palm and swung it out, causing a terrifying cold air to burst out.
Zhuo Wen also discovered that the cold air blasted out by Jinghai's palm actually contained extremely powerful thunder aura, and this thunder aura made Zhuo Wen feel like his whole body was hairy.
Zhuo Wen knew that this thunder aura should be the aura of heaven that was given to Jinghai's power by the thunder disaster after it had survived the thunder disaster.
"No wonder Master Taiqing said at the beginning that the more disasters the True God has survived, the more terrifying its strength will be. I am afraid the main reason is the aura of this disaster. The stronger the aura of this disaster, the stronger the True God's strength will be.
Power!"
Zhuo Wen thought secretly in his heart, and the condensed sword light had completely fallen in front of Jinghai and struck heavily with Jinghai's jade palm.
I saw a surge of cold air, which instantly enveloped the sword light and solidified it into a transparent ice crystal, with traces of strange thunder and lightning flashing on the surface of the ice crystal.
"I thought your magical power was so powerful, but it turns out it's just an illusion!"
Jinghai's cherry lips sneered again and again, but soon her smile solidified. The sword light frozen by ice crystals suddenly exploded, and a huge milky white light enveloped Jinghai's entire body.
"Senior Sister Jinghai..." Bi Shuang's eyes changed and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Bingpo Hantian!"
Jinghai's voice was heard slowly in the white light, and then the white light that exploded from the sword light solidified into ice cubes that were extremely cold.
For an instant, the hundred-foot-wide space spread by the sword light turned into a freezing ice wall. Then countless cracks appeared on the surface of the ice wall, and eventually it shattered into countless ice shards.
Among the countless ice chips flying, Jinghai walked out step by step, and saw her beautiful eyes staring at Zhuo Wen indifferently, and at the same time, her heart was even more shocked.
The strength of Zhuo Wen in front of her was beyond her expectation. Although his cultivation was only in the early stage of Heavenly God, the strength he displayed was so powerful. No wonder he could kill Yang Tong in the late stage of Heavenly God.
"Miss Jinghai, aren't you too unreasonable to attack me indiscriminately?" Zhuo Wen said coldly.
"Unreasonable? You killed Yang Tong, our Jiuxiao Palace disciple, and you said I was unreasonable. You are really shameless. I really don't know how the Reverend Taiqing would accept someone like you as a disciple?"
Jinghai's pretty face was full of sarcasm, and then she stepped on her jade foot, trying to rush toward Zhuo Wen again, but soon, a black and white pattern fell from the sky, blocking Jinghai's way and intercepting him.
Jinghai stepped back dozens of feet, stared at the sky with slightly frowning eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Lianmeng, is it you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a black and white pair of fish appeared in the sky, and then the black and white pair of fish continued to rotate, and finally transformed into a beautiful shadow.
This beautiful figure is full of fairy spirit, like an inviolable lotus, it is Lian Meng.
"Senior Sister Jinghai, please calm down. Junior Brother Zhuo is only in the early stage of being a god. He is no match for you at all. You kill him as soon as you come up. Are you planning to really kill him?" Lianmeng slowly landed in front of Zhuo Wen, Qiong said.
His nose wrinkled slightly.
Jinghai sneered again and again and said: "Junior sister Lianmeng, this Zhuo Wen killed Yang Tong. He dares to kill my disciple of Jiuxiao Palace. Even if he is a disciple of Venerable Taiqing, he can't do what he wants, right?"
Lianmeng Liu frowned slightly, and immediately looked at Zhuo Wen behind her, but she soon noticed the strange blood light emitting from Zhuo Wen's body, and couldn't help but exclaimed in shock: "Junior Brother Zhuo, you...have been given a blood killing order?
"
As soon as these words came out, Jinghai, who had a sneer on his face, noticed the strange blood light emanating from Zhuo Wen's body, and his pretty face changed slightly.
She naturally knew about the blood killing order. This thing was a token issued by the Blood Temple, and it was usually a shameful thing that could only be traded secretly.
"It seems that Zhuo Wen has done many evil things and provoked some enemies, so he was given a blood kill order. This can only be said that he deserves it." Jinghai said eloquently.
Lianmeng Liu frowned and said, "Junior Brother Zhuo has just come to Taiqing Fairyland not long ago, how could he possibly make any enemies? Senior Sister Jinghai, please don't slander anyone, okay?"
Zhuo Wen said calmly: "The blood killing order on my body was issued by Yang Tong. If you don't believe it, you can ask Bi Shuang next to you."
Jinghai's face froze, and she immediately looked at Bi Shuang beside her. Seeing that the latter lowered his head and said nothing, she knew that what Zhuo Wen said was correct.
But what she didn't understand was how could Yang Tong have such an evil thing as the Blood Killing Order, and also use such things on Zhuo Wen.
"Let me explain clearly the cause and effect..."
Zhuo Wen came to Lianmeng and began to slowly describe what happened before, especially when Zhuo Wen said that after sparing the lives of Yang Tong and Bi Shuang, Yang Tong actually used the blood killing order on Zhuo Wen.
Lian Mengqiao's face was full of anger.
"This Yang Tong is really not a human being. Junior Brother Zhuo has already let them go, but he still uses such a vicious blood killing order on junior brother. This Yang Tong deserves to be killed." Lian Meng waved her pink fist and said in a hateful voice.
Jinghai Liu's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. She knew very well that if what Zhuo Wen said was true, then Yang Tong actually deserved his death.
After all, Yang Tong used the Blood Kill Order on Zhuo Wen, which meant he was planning to form a deadly feud with him. It would be strange if the other party didn't kill Yang Tong.
"You actually killed ten Blood Temple killers by yourself, and one of them was a killer from the late stage of the God?"
Jinghai was quite surprised to hear that Zhuo Wen actually killed the Blood Temple killer, but thinking of Zhuo Wen's previous strength, she quickly believed Zhuo Wen's statement.
Lianmeng was not surprised. When Taiqing first introduced Zhuo Wen, she was told that Zhuo Wen had understood the four levels of Taoism.
In other words, in fact, if Zhuo Wen exerts the power of Taoism, he can actually exert four times his own strength. This is an extremely terrifying increase. It is not surprising that Zhuo Wen defeated the Blood Temple killer in the later period of the gods.
"Senior Sister Jinghai, should you apologize for what happened before?" Lian Meng's beautiful eyes twinkled.
Jinghai shook his head and said: "Yang Tong issued a blood order to kill Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen also killed Yang Tong. The two have nothing to do with each other. What happened just now was purely a misunderstanding, and there is no need to apologize."
After saying that, Jinghai ordered Bi Shuang to collect Yang Tong's body and leave the place.
"Senior Sister Jinghai, why did she become like this!"
Seeing what Jinghai did, Lianmeng stomped her jade foot in slight annoyance, her voice full of displeasure.
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "Senior Sister Lianmeng, Miss Jinghai is a disciple of Jiuxiao Palace after all, and I killed Yang Tong who belonged to Jiuxiao Palace. It's good that she doesn't hold me accountable. It's impossible for her to apologize."
Lian Meng nodded, but she still pouted and looked very unhappy. However, she seemed to remember something and looked at Zhuo Wen and said: "Junior Brother Zhuo, were you injured in the battle with Senior Sister Jinghai before? Senior Sister Jinghai survived once.
The true God of Thunder Disaster is stronger than me."
Zhuo Wen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then said seriously: "Senior Sister Lianmeng, the Blood Killing Order has been cast on me. You'd better not follow me, otherwise you will be implicated."
"That's not possible. I am your senior sister. How can I leave you alone? Don't worry, I will let my senior sister protect you from now on." Lian Meng patted her chest and said.
Zhuo Wen looked at the so-called senior sister in front of him, who was much younger than him, with some speechlessness. He stretched out his head and patted Lian Meng on the head, and said: "Senior sister, you are younger than me. It's really hard to say such old-fashioned words."
It’s neither fish nor fowl, so you’d better go and cool down and stay there.”
Seeing Zhuo Wen's somewhat rogue behavior, Lianmeng's delicate body trembled and she froze completely on the spot. Her eyes were fixed on Zhuo Wen, and then she quickly stepped back dozens of steps, and shouted to Zhuo Wenjiao with a blushing face:
"Why are you so old-fashioned? Your cultivation level is much worse than mine, but you are still my junior brother in name only. Why am I acting so unfairly when I protect you?"
Zhuo Wen looked helplessly at the childish Lianmeng in front of him, shook his head and said: "Senior sister, I just want to ask you, have you ever fought before?"
Lianmeng's face turned red, she mingled her hands together, and said unnaturally: "Of course there is, how could it not be? Back then, I often competed with Senior Sister Jinghai."
"Then have you ever killed anyone?" Zhuo Wen asked suddenly with sharp eyes.
Lian Meng's eyes froze, and she touched her face with her right hand, and said softly: "It seems...it seems that he has not been killed."
As if she had realized something, Lianmeng shouted to Zhuo Wen: "What does this have to do with me killing someone? I am your senior sister, and I have the right to protect you."
Zhuo Wen looked at Lianmeng and sighed in his heart. No need for Lianmeng to say anything, he also knew that Lianmeng's actual combat experience must be very little.
Even if he is competing with Jinghai, he should stop at it. Once he encounters the bloodthirsty killers of the Blood Temple, Zhuo Wen knows very well that Lianmeng will probably be at a loss, and the power of his true god may not be able to be exerted by then.
Whoosh whoosh!
When Zhuo Wen was about to say something else, a strong smell of blood came, and then he discovered that strange bloody vortexes appeared within a few hundred feet of the surrounding area.