Zhuo Wen silently felt the violent power of Taoism in his body, as well as the power of Xutian contained in the eighth level of Taoism. He knew very well that this power was left in the Taoism crystal by Taiqing in advance.
Zhuo Wen slowly hung in the air, his long hair had been dyed purple, and his eyes were full of purple. He rose higher and higher, overlooking the vast and magnificent area of Taiqing Wonderland.
"Before you leave, let everyone in Taiqing Wonderland know your name Zhuo Wen, and the name of my Taiqing disciple Zhuo Wen!" Taiqing's voice slowly sounded in Zhuo Wen's mind.
Zhuo Wen raised his head slightly, and Ziyi's eyes passed through the endless void and landed on the Morality Hall in the far distance.
At the top of the Morality Hall, Taiqing stood with his hands behind his hands, a smile on his lips, and looked at Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked thoughtful, and finally nodded slightly, then turned his head and looked in another direction. He found a blood cloud in the sky in that direction.
This blood cloud has a very wide range, and it is rushing towards Zhuo Wen at an extremely fast speed.
"Is that the Blood Temple's tenth blood protector, the Blood Cloud? This is the existence of the Two Disaster True Gods, and it actually even dispatches such terrifying killers."
"No, it's not just the tenth blood protector. Look, there are two figures above the blood cloud. They are the ninth blood protector Xue Xiaozi and the eighth blood protector Xue Hu!"
The surrounding monks also noticed the blood cloud floating in the sky, and also saw two other powerful figures above the blood cloud.
"Someone actually destroyed the blood-killing formation. This is the first time I have ever seen it. Is it you who broke the formation?"
The blood cloud instantly enveloped the sky here. In the blood cloud, a pair of scarlet eyes opened and stared at Zhuo Wen coldly.
At this moment, the power of Xu Tian in Zhuo Wen's body is constantly awakening. The three blood protectors did not notice this powerful force. Instead, they noticed the purple mist and purple rain surrounding Zhuo Wen's head.
"The early gods can actually understand the eighth level of Taoism? How did this boy do it?"
The eyes in the blood cloud narrowed, showing a rare hint of fear, while the Xue Dropzi and Xue Hu above the blood cloud also showed caution.
The three of them happened to be performing a mission nearby. When the blood-killing formation was activated, they naturally sensed it early.
They didn't pay too much attention to it at first. They knew very well that once the blood-killing formation came out, the people being chased would definitely die.
But when the blood-killing formation was destroyed, the three of them really showed their shocked faces, so they came together together, and soon they saw Zhuo Wen bathing in the purple rain.
Seeing these three blood protectors coming together, many people around them showed awe. You must know that these are the blood protectors of the Blood Temple. They are one level higher than the blood killers, and their hands are stained with a lot of the blood of the true god.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were dull. He could clearly feel that his own vitality was running out, but he was willing to let Taiqing Wonderland remember his Zhuo Wen's name in the last period of time.
Since Taiqing has given him the power of Xutian, it's up to Zhuo Wen how to use it.
"Try this power..."
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, took a step forward, and instantly passed through the blood cloud above. Even the tenth blood protector Xue Yun in the blood cloud did not expect that Zhuo Wen was so fast.
When he reacted, Zhuo Wen had already appeared hundreds of meters behind the blood cloud.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, countless purple rains erupted from the blood cloud, and these purple rains were like floods, completely washing away the blood cloud.
The blood cloud disappeared, and a bald man in blood armor who was inside the blood cloud opened his eyes wide and fell directly from mid-air to the ground. A hole appeared between his eyebrows, and a purple light flickered inside the hole.
"escape!"
When Zhuo Wen drew his sword and killed Xue Yun instantly, Xue Hu and Xue Di Zi looked at each other in horror, and immediately ran away in two directions very decisively.
The two of them knew very well that although their strength was stronger than that of Xueyun, their strength was extremely limited.
The guy in front of me who has understood the eighth level of Taoism can kill Xue Yun instantly. I'm afraid it won't be any difficult to kill them.
What they couldn't figure out was that the aura of the young man in front of them was still in the early stage of being a god. How on earth could he kill Xueyun, a second-disaster true god, with one sword?
Zhuo Wen looked at the fleeing blood tigers and blood droplets indifferently, but he was surprised in his heart by the power of Xu Tian's power that suddenly filled his body.
And his Dao Intention is still improving, but the speed of improvement is much slower than before. There is still a long way to go before he reaches the peak of the eighth level of Dao Intention.
Zhuo Wen silently looked at the divine sword in his hand and found that it was completely broken. He knew that the divine sword was just an ordinary divine weapon obtained from Yang Tong.
Just now he just used Xutian's power to use a sword, but the sword could no longer withstand it and began to crack.
"It seems that this sword can only withstand the power of Xutian once at most, right?"
Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, his right hand turned into a claw, and the divine sword split directly into two halves. Then Zhuo Wen's right hand quickly tapped the two broken swords twice. The two broken swords carried the purple rain and flew out violently, streaking through the air.
Brilliant purple.
Xue Hu and Xue Di Zi naturally felt the sharp sound of breaking through the air behind them, and they knew that Zhuo Wen had launched an attack.
"It must be blocked!"
This was the only thought that Xuehu and Xuedizi had now, so they both used their strongest methods at the same time.
Among them, the blood tiger bit the tip of its tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood essence, and used the power of blood essence to condense a huge blood tiger that shocked the world. This blood tiger was terrifying, with a roar powerful enough to kill any god.
It's enough to tear apart the average true god.
Xuediaozi took out a bloody gear-like weapon. He held the bloody gear and turned it violently. Then the bloody gear cut a bloody arc in the sky and blocked him heavily in front of him.
Unfortunately, the moment the Blood Tiger and Blood Gear came into contact with the broken sword carrying the Purple Rain, they exploded into countless bloody rains.
The two severed swords instantly penetrated the eyebrows of Xuehu and Xuedizi, destroying their deep souls, causing both of them to perish.
At this moment, the scene was terrifyingly quiet, and many onlookers were stunned. Xueyun, Xuehu and Xuedizi were three of the top ten blood protectors in the Blood Temple, and they were eliminated like this?
"There is motivation only when there is pressure. The eighth level of Taoism is at its peak, and whether you can bloom that ninth level of Taoism, you must put enough pressure on yourself!"
Zhuo Wen, who was suspended in mid-air, looked through a cloud and fell on the Blood Temple, which was also very far away.
I saw Zhuo Wen grabbing it with his right hand, and the purple rain all over his body continued to roll and condense in his palm, eventually forming a divine sword with purple light shining.
Zhuo Wen knew that the divine sword transformed by the power of Taoism was enough to withstand Xu Tian's power.
"Blood Temple..."
Zhuo Wen took one step in the air, and the purple rain around him and the purple mist in the sky dissipated and disappeared without a trace, while he turned into a purple shadow and disappeared in place.
"That is the direction of the Blood Temple. Could it be that this guy wants to go to the Blood Temple to cause damage?"
Although the death of the Xueyun trio made many monks stunned, their attention was still focused on Zhuo Wen. At this moment, they saw Zhuo Wen rushing away in a certain direction, which immediately aroused everyone's speculation.
But more importantly, many monks sacrificed their flying artifacts and flew in the direction of the Blood Temple. They wanted to see, does Zhuo Wen really dare to break into the Blood Temple alone?
"Senior Sister Jinghai?"
Lianmeng also used her flying artifact and wanted to follow the group, but soon she saw Jinghai and Bi Shuang not far away who were also following behind.
Jinghai also noticed Lianmeng, her pretty face was a little unnatural, she said to Lianmeng: "Junior Sister Lianmeng, I misunderstood Junior Brother Zhuo before, and I hope that Junior Sister Lianmeng will not blame Senior Sister for her previous behavior."
Lianmeng shook her head and said: "Since it is a misunderstanding, let's get over it and let's go up and take a look. I'm still a little worried about Junior Brother Zhuo."
Jinghai nodded, and immediately the group of three people turned into a rainbow and headed towards the Blood Temple.
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The Blood Temple stands in the center of blood mountains. Around these blood mountains, bright blood rivers flow, surrounding the blood mountains and forming a ring-shaped river.
At this moment, ten blood pillars stood in the Blood Temple, among which the seventh blood pillar slowly sank, revealing a blood coffin.
"Lao Shi, Lao Jiu and Lao Ba are all dead. What's going on?"
From the blood coffin, a man wearing a blood-colored robe walked out, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Old Seven, go and check. Not only are the three of them dead, but I also sensed that the blood-killing formation I had set up before was also broken. I'm afraid it was the same person who did it." Inside the first blood pillar.
, came a cold voice.
The man in blood robe nodded and quickly left the hall.
However, when the man in the blood robe had just left the Blood Temple and was suspended in the sky above the Blood Temple, intending to fly in the direction of where the blood clouds and the others fell, a purple figure quickly swept in front of him.
"what?"
The blood-robed man just said these words, and a purple sword slashed at him like lightning, and his head was immediately missing.
And with his flying head open and his eyes clearly visible, he could clearly see the figure who cut off his head. He had purple hair, was holding a purple sword, and had an extremely mysterious and terrifying aura surging around his body.
When the man in the blood robe looked at the figure, the figure slowly turned around and glanced at the head of the man in the blood robe with a pair of purple eyes.
Then the man in blood robe was horrified to find that the purple sword in his right hand was slashed out again and landed on top of his head.
Poof!
The blood-robed man's head was cut in half, and the power of the eighth level of Taoism, like a hurricane, tore the blood-robed man's soul into pieces.
Zhuo Wen put away his purple sword and looked down indifferently at the huge bloody hall wrapped in countless blood mountains below. He knew that this bloody hall was the Blood Temple.
When Zhuo Wen instantly killed the man in blood-robed robes, many monks who followed him naturally saw this scene.
Many monks recognized that the man in blood robe who was killed was not the seventh blood protector blood pool of the Blood Temple.
It can be said that Xuechi was very unlucky. He didn't even know Zhuo Wen's name, so he was killed by two swords.