The first thousand two hundred and seventy-seventh chapters
Zhuo Wen was too lazy to pay attention to these people. He used flames to burn the body of the female cultivator to ashes, and then continued to move forward.
When Zhuo Wen left the place completely, the monks who lowered their heads slowly raised their heads. They looked at Zhuo Wen's back with a hint of contempt in addition to fear.
"This person must be an evil cultivator. The three old men had already escaped from the gatekeeper, but they didn't expect that they could not escape from this person's cruel hands. How pitiful!"
"Well, I wonder what happened to Mo Ziyu? This evil cultivator is ruthless and ruthless. I hope Mo Ziyu will not be poisoned by this person."
In the tunnel, many monks were talking among themselves, labeling Zhuo Wen as a heinous person.
When Zhuo Wen jumped out of the tunnel, he landed on an extremely hard rock.
Looking around, Zhuo Wen discovered that this was an extremely huge meteorite, with an area larger than the planet.
However, the surface of the meteorite is bare and not covered by any vegetation. Even the buildings here are made of cold black stone.
"It seems that there are new people coming again. The number of new people coming this time is quite large. When did the monks outside the Star Territory become so rich?"
A cold voice came, and three figures were seen walking in the open space in front of them, and the one who made the voice was one of the bald men.
This bald man had green tattoos on his head and a hint of ruffianism on his face. He looked wildly at Zhuo Wen in front of him.
"Newcomer, it's your first time to pick up the sky stone, get over there!"
The bald man curled his lips to the right. On the right was a rather empty square, with seven or eight figures standing in the square.
Zhuo Wen discovered that Mo Ziyu and the old man from before were also among them.
Zhuo Wenduo glanced at Mo Ziyu. Mo Ziyu didn't look injured at all. He was neatly dressed and vigorous. There were no traces of fighting at all.
This made Zhuo Wen a little suspicious. Could the death of the three old men in black robes be related to Mo Ziyu?
Zhuo Wen walked to the square and stood not far from Mo Ziyu. Mo Ziyu also glanced at Zhuo Wen, then bowed his hands to Zhuo Wen in a graceful manner and said with a smile: "Brother, is it possible that Mo Ziyu's face
Is there anything wrong?"
Zhuo Wen waved his hand and said calmly: "That's not true. I just saw Brother Mo helping three fellow Taoists with his generous hand before. But now I don't see those three fellow Taoists. I just feel strange in my heart."
Mo Ziyu narrowed his eyes slightly, but said with a smile: "After entering the tunnel, we parted ways with those three people. As for the three of them not coming out yet, I am also surprised."
"I see!"
Zhuo Wen nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Although he was puzzled about the cause of death of the three people, he didn't have any evidence in his hand. If he concluded that Mo Ziyu was the murderer, he would be a little confident.
Whoosh whoosh!
Not long after Zhuo Wen came out, figures swooped in one after another, and in an instant, twenty or thirty figures swept out from the tunnel exit.
The bald man obviously didn't expect so many monks to appear all of a sudden, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and he shouted in a low voice: "You all paid the sacred stones to come in? You are a piece of trash in the late stage of the gods, but you also have 10 million sacred stones? And you...
…”
The bald man pointed at the weaker ones among the twenty-some monks and spoke in an extremely loud voice.
The monks whose names were pointed out blushed and lowered their heads. This bald man was not polite at all.
Mo Ziyu looked at the twenty or so monks who had just appeared with some surprise. Aren't these the same monks who had been lingering at the entrance of the tunnel?
Previously, these monks had been blocked from the entrance because they did not have enough sacred stones. Why are they all coming in now?
"Say, if you don't tell me, I will destroy you one by one and throw you out." The bald man said extremely impatiently.
"No, sir, when we entered here, it was not us who broke in without permission, but this person's fault!" A monk suddenly pointed at Zhuo Wen and said sternly.
The bald man turned to look at Zhuo Wen and said calmly: "He? Could it be that he helped you pay for all the sacred stones you need? Do you think there are such stupid people in this world?"
As he said that, the bald man couldn't help laughing, while the two people around him also sneered.
"No, it was this person who killed the two black-armored monks guarding the door. He also told us that as long as he is here, we can ensure that we enter the entrance. He also said that the Netherworld Sect is nothing. If we follow him, we will be fine!
Sir, this matter has nothing to do with us, it was all instigated by this person, if you want to find it, just look for him!"
Another monk also pointed at Zhuo Wen, confusing right and wrong.
Not only this monk, but almost all the other monks put the blame on Zhuo Wen.
The monks even told the story of how the three old men in black robes were killed, and how the young female cultivator was humiliated and died.
For a moment, many monks present looked at Zhuo Wen with strange eyes.
Mo Ziyu, who was standing not far from Zhuo Wen, glanced at Zhuo Wen. He finally understood the meaning of Zhuo Wen's previous question. It turned out that he had found the bodies of the three people in the tunnel.
"So that's it. No wonder Miss Han Han and the three of them haven't come out for a long time. It turns out they were killed by you. Miss Han Han was an innocent woman, but she was insulted by you. Then you killed her. You really deserve everything.
Die!"
Mo Ziyu took a few steps away from Zhuo Wen, staring at Zhuo Wen coldly with starry eyes, and said righteously.
"You are not only a scumbag, you are worse than a beast. How could you let such a person in? You must be killed and thrown out."
For a moment, the other monks were making noises, and they all accused Zhuo Wen with righteous indignation. Even the twenty-odd monks who had followed Zhuo Wen into this place before were standing on the moral high ground and arbitrarily accused Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen stood silently, facing everyone's accusations and the overwhelming murderous intent of the three bald men.
A sense of enlightenment arose in his heart, and at this moment, the darkness in human nature was fully displayed in front of him.
Looking at the ugly faces in front of him, Zhuo Wen's heart was full of sneers. These people were just a group of selfish people. They received help from Zhuo Wen in disguise, but they were not grateful at all. Instead, they blamed Zhuo Wen for all their faults.
On the body.
Some monks even suggested that Zhuo Wen should be killed immediately, wishing that Zhuo Wen would die immediately.
"I found the bodies of the old man in black robe and the other three from the distortion of space in the tunnel. When I found them, the three of them were already dead. As for who killed them, I want the perpetrators to know.
It’s clear.”
Having said this, Zhuo Wen took a deep look at Mo Ziyu who was not far away.
At first, he didn't doubt Mo Ziyu, but when the monks who came in mentioned the cause of death of the three old men in black robes, Mo Ziyu's behavior was a little weird, and he even blamed Zhuo Wen for everything.
Zhuo Wen could feel that Mo Ziyu had a guilty conscience, and Zhuo Wen happened to be his scapegoat, so he immediately put all the blame on Zhuo Wen.
Mo Ziyu's eyes were a little gloomy. He looked at Zhuo Wen coldly and said, "What a shameless person! Things have reached this point, and you still want to find a scapegoat? I have to say that your method is practical.
So stupid."
"This kind of person is really disgusting. We clearly saw this person holding the body of Miss Han Han in his hand, and he still planned to deny it and make excuses. It really refreshed my understanding."
"Yes! If you still have some conscience, immediately tie your hands, kneel on the ground, apologize to the corpses of those three people, and then take all responsibilities like a man. After all, you were the one who killed the entrance guard."
The voices of condemnation in the field became more and more intense. Everyone pointed at Zhuo Wen and wished that Zhuo Wen would die immediately.
The bald man's eyes slowly narrowed, and a murderous intention emerged from his body.
He no longer paid attention to the twenty or thirty monks who suddenly rushed out, but walked towards Zhuo Wen, stared at Zhuo Wen and said: "Is what they said true?"
"Is it possible that you are also from the Youhuan Sect?"
Zhuo Wen raised his eyebrows. He knew that the bald man was not asking about the three corpses, but about the black-armored monk guarding the door.
"It seems true. That's right. I, Ruiwu, am a third-generation disciple of the Netherworld Sect. You dare to kill my disciple of the Netherworld Sect. You are really brave. However, such people often die the fastest."
As he spoke, the bald man grinned, and at some point, two huge meteor hammers appeared in his hands.
Boom!
The bald man laughed ferociously, holding a huge meteor hammer in both hands, and hit Zhuo Wen hard on the head.
Bang bang bang!
The meteor hammer roared with strong winds, and the strong pressure accumulated. The ground beneath Zhuo Wen and the bald man cracked inch by inch, with countless cracks like tortoise shells appearing.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed. This bald man was not weak in strength. Although he was only the True God of Two Disasters, the aura of fire on his body was very strong. He was probably a strong man who had survived more than ten fires.
Zhuo Wen took out the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword and slashed it out. Wishes of sword light poured out, turning into misty light spots.
Bang bang bang!
Continuous collision sounds were heard, and the bald man was involuntarily retreating under the sword light offensive.
Zhuo Wen, on the other hand, stepped on the sole of his foot and quickly took advantage of the moment when the bald man retreated to get into his gap.
The purple sword landed on the bald man's chest with great precision, only a few inches away from his heart.
The bald man broke out in a cold sweat, roared angrily, and forcibly moved to the left. The purple sword deflected and passed through his left arm, and with one stroke, his left arm was immediately cut off.
"Die!"
Although the bald man was shocked by Zhuo Wen's strength, he was also a ruthless man. He didn't care about the pain of his broken arm. He picked up the meteor hammer with his remaining right hand and hit Zhuo Wen on the head.
Zhuo Wen, however, refused to dodge. The soul-stirring needle between his eyebrows suddenly shot out and turned into a golden light, which passed through and entered the bald man's eyebrows.