The black-armored monk glanced at the black-robed old man with disdain, then grabbed his right hand, looked towards the young female cultivator, and said with a ferocious smile: "Since this old immortal has paid 10 million divine stones, let this girl go in.
Don’t worry, girl, I will personally take you to pick up the Tianshi.”
Although the words spoken by the black-armored monk were quite polite, the other monks present knew that the future fate of the young female monk might not be good.
"stop!"
A powerful voice suddenly came out, and the black-armored monk's right hand that was originally stretched out was immediately grabbed by a palm.
The black-armored monk frowned. Just when he was about to speak, the palm of his hand suddenly exerted force, and he was involuntarily thrown out. His blood was boiling, and he stared gloomily at the young man who appeared in front of him with an imposing figure.
This young man is extremely handsome, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He is the kind of person who would easily make any young girl become a nymphomaniac at first glance.
The young female cultivator was no exception. Especially after seeing this young man saving her from the black-armored monk, the female cultivator's heart was beating wildly.
"Who are you?"
The black-armored monk rubbed his right hand and stared ferociously at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared.
"In the lower third-level galaxy Moyu Galaxy Moziyu, if I still have 20 million divine stones here, this should be enough for the three of them to enter the tunnel together, right?" The handsome man then threw the storage bag to the black-armored monk and said calmly.
The black-armored monk took the storage bag and noticed that there was an old man behind the handsome man. The aura of this old man was extremely powerful, and he was probably a two-disaster true god.
And this handsome young man, Mo Ziyu, is not weak in cultivation. He has also reached the level of the Second Disaster True God. His strength is above him, which makes the black-armored monks extremely fearful.
Moreover, the black-armored monk also discovered that there were 40 million sacred stones in the storage bag. The anger in his heart slowly calmed down, and he said coldly: "In that case, let's go in together!"
Mo Ziyu cupped his hands in front of the black-armored monk, then walked to the young female cultivator gracefully and said, "Girl, are you not scared?"
The young female cultivator's pink cheeks were slightly red, she shook her head and said softly: "Thank you Mr. Mo for your help. Han Han is very scared."
The old man in black robe also hurriedly raised his hand and said excitedly: "Young Master Mo is really a warmhearted person. Please accept my respect!"
Mo Ziyu shook his head, helped the old man in black robes up, and said with a smile: "There is no need to be polite, old man. Mo can't afford to break him. Let's enter the tunnel first and then talk!"
The old man in black robe expressed his gratitude again and again, and then the three of them followed Mo Ziyu into the black hole tunnel.
Zhuo Wen watched this scene silently, frowning slightly, but he was surprised by Mo Ziyu's ancient heart.
Generally, monks who can cultivate to the level of true gods rarely have such a simple and honest quality in their hearts. Even Zhuo Wen and the three female cultivators were bullied by the black-armored monks. Zhuo Wen had no intention of going up to help because it would mean trouble.
Of course, if the black-armored monk went too far, Zhuo Wen actually didn't mind helping him, but Mo Ziyu took action first.
Seeing that no one around took out the 10 million sacred stones and entered the black hole tunnel, Zhuo Wen walked out and landed in front of the black hole tunnel.
"I'm going to the Sky-Connecting Stone!"
Zhuo Wen took out 10 million sacred stones and handed them to the black-armored monk.
Originally, Zhuo Wen didn't have so many sacred stones on his body, but he had snatched Wu Han's spiritual ring before.
As the owner of Jianghong Trading Company, Wu Han has a lot of sacred stones on his body. There are hundreds of millions of sacred stones in the spiritual ring alone. It can be said that Zhuo Wen now has countless sacred stones on his body.
The black-armored monk took the storage bag, checked it, and then glanced at Zhuo Wen, who looked indifferent in front of him, and couldn't help but think of Mo Ziyu from before.
The expression of Mo Ziyu was so similar to that of Zhuo Wen now. Thinking of this, the fire that had been suppressed in the heart of the black-armored monk suddenly burst out.
"Take out another ten million sacred stones." The black-armored monk said coldly.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the black-armored monk indifferently and said: "Didn't you say that you can get in with 10 million sacred stones? When did it become 20 million sacred stones?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you still want to go in, you need to take out 20 million sacred stones, or get out of here." The black-armored monk impatiently put away the storage bag and waved to Zhuo Wen.
The other black-armored monk looked at this scene with gloating. He naturally knew that his companion had violated the rules.
However, his companion had just suffered a defeat and now needed to vent, but the monk in front of him happened to hit the head of the gun.
The other monks were watching this scene, and most of their eyes were filled with gloating. They naturally knew what the black-armored monk was thinking, and they could only blame this monk for being unlucky.
Zhuo Wen looked at the black-armored monk calmly and said, "You took my things and you want me to get out? Do you think it's possible?"
The black-armored monk grinned ferociously. Just when he was about to say something sarcastic, his expression froze, and in his sight, his body was gradually moving away from him. To be more precise, his head was flying upwards.
"When was my head cut off?"
The black-armored monk's eyes quickly fell on Zhuo Wen, and he saw Zhuo Wen holding a purple sword. There was still bright blood on the blade of the purple sword.
Zhuo Wen grabbed the beheaded head of the black-armored monk, pressed his right hand between his eyebrows, and divine power poured in, completely annihilating the soul of the black-armored monk.
At this moment, the sound of needle dropping could be heard throughout the entrance of the tunnel. All the monks looked at this scene in disbelief, especially when they saw the young man who beheaded the black-armored monk in that instant and easily held the head of the black-armored monk in his hands.
, everyone was stunned.
This person is too bold. He actually dares to kill the monk guarding the entrance to the Sky Connecting Stone. Moreover, this black-armored monk is also a disciple of the Youhuan Sect. This person is much more arrogant than the previous Mo Ziyu.
"you wanna die……"
Another black-armored monk had already reacted, took out a black spear, and stepped over, his eyes spitting fire.
Zhuo Wen just glanced at the black-armored monk, and then the purple sword slashed from bottom to top, and the purple sword light surged up like a waterfall.
Poof!
The black-armored monk raised his black spear with both hands, trying to block the surging purple sword light. Unfortunately, it was of no avail. His black spear was cut off by the sword light, and he was in the sword light.
There was no resistance, and the whole person was shattered into a bloody mist.
Zhuo Wen casually put away the storage bag from the black-armored monk and immediately stepped into the tunnel.
Outside the tunnel, twenty or thirty monks were wandering around, all of them jaw-dropped in shock. They stared blankly at this scene, as if they were petrified.
They really didn't expect that the monk in front of them was so bold that he not only killed the provocative black-armored monk, but also killed another black-armored monk.
These two black-armored monks are disciples sent by the Netherworld Sect to guard the tunnel here. They will kill them whenever they want. Aren't they afraid that the Netherworld Sect will cause trouble for them?
Of course, if they knew that Zhuo Wen had an irreconcilable conflict with the Youhuan Sect, they would understand that he acted so decisively.
"Let's go in, there are no guards now!"
However, these monks quickly reacted and swarmed into the tunnel.
Most of them are casual cultivators, but they are no better than those monks with galaxy power. They have limited divine stones and cannot produce as many as 10 million divine stones.
This black hole tunnel is much more stable than the original entrance to the Ziwei Galaxy, but it is not completely safe. The occasional space distortion is enough to annihilate the ordinary two-disaster true god. If the unlucky spot encounters space collapse, the three-disaster true god will also be unable to survive.
Spared.
Zhuo Wen walked through the tunnel, occasionally avoiding space distortions. This tunnel has been transformed and does not pose much of a threat to Zhuo Wen now.
Zhuo Wen was not worried at all about killing the two black-armored monks. Lei Qi of the Netherworld Sect was originally chasing him, but now he was just killing a few minions of the Netherworld Sect. To him, it was not a big deal at all.
Worth mentioning.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, and he actually smelled a smell of blood nearby.
"In that space distortion, looking at the smell of blood, someone must have just died!"
Zhuo Wen raised his brows and immediately noticed a spatial distortion in front of him. His eyes flickered, and he used his powerful divine power to form a big hand and plunged into the spatial distortion.
A corpse was snatched out by powerful hands!
This corpse was that of an old man with white hair. The black robe he was wearing was torn and his face was blurred, making it impossible to recognize his true face.
However, Zhuo Wen recognized from the decoration on the corpse that the old man in black robe was not the same old man who was despised by the black-armored monks before and was rescued by Mo Ziyu?
The old man's corpse was extremely miserable, almost destroyed beyond recognition in the distortion of space.
But Zhuo Wen discovered that the old man's fatal injury was not caused by the spatial distortion. The fatal injury was on his neck. He was obviously killed and thrown into the spatial distortion.
"Killed by someone?"
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and felt a little surprised. Who killed this old man?
Zhuo Wen walked forward for some distance and smelled the smell of blood again. He found another corpse in a spatial distortion. This corpse was familiar to him. It was the young monk who was walking with the old man in black robe.
Moreover, the young monk's fatal wound was also on his neck, and he was probably killed by someone else.
Zhuo Wen felt more and more something was wrong. Who killed these two people? Why did they kill these two people? And where did Mo Ziyu and the female cultivator go? Are they also dead?
With curiosity in his heart, Zhuo Wen continued to move forward, and finally found a corpse at the front. This corpse was the female nun.
I saw that the female cultivator was naked, her skin was exposed, and there were many scars all over her body. Her eyes were full of fear. She must have been tortured before her death.
What made Zhuo Wen's eyes even more gloomy was that the female cultivator's Yuan Yin was no longer there and had obviously been taken away by force.
Whoosh whoosh!
When Zhuo Wen lowered his head and meditated, the monks coming from behind had already caught up with Zhuo Wen.
When these monks saw Zhuo Wen holding the naked body of a female cultivator, they all lowered their heads and remained silent, but their eyes were full of contempt and disgust.
Obviously, in the eyes of these monks, they mistakenly believed that this female monk was killed by Zhuo Wen.