The bald man was completely unprepared for Zhuo Wen's Soul-Capturing Needle, which caused the Soul-Captivating Needle to easily enter his soul.
The power of the Soul-Capturing Divine Needle this time is far greater than before. After all, the Soul-Capturing Divine Needle has been re-refined with the Purple Galaxy Sacred Sand, and its ability to restrain the soul is much stronger than before.
Although the bald man is a powerful true god of two disasters, once his soul is invaded by the soul-stirring needle, he will definitely die.
Poof!
Sure enough, the bald man's meteor hammer stopped a few feet away from Zhuo Wen's head, while he stared, then slowly fell to the ground, lifeless, and completely turned into a dead man.
The battle between Zhuo Wen and the bald man was too short. After just one round, the bald man fell to the ground, his life completely cut off.
Many monks present saw the bald man dead before they could react.
At this moment, the place was eerily quiet. Everyone was stiff and at a loss as they stared blankly at everything.
"You are so brave! You dare to kill people from our Youhuan Sect. Do you not want to live anymore?"
The other two monks who came with the bald man were furious, but instead of moving forward, they retreated away from Zhuo Wen.
The bald man was stronger than the two of them. Even the bald man was eliminated so cleanly, let alone them.
Unfortunately, the moment the two people stepped back, a terrifying killing intent came over them, instantly restraining the two people who stepped back.
The two of them were sweating coldly, trembling all over, and watched Zhuo Wen coming with his sword.
"No! I beg for mercy, let me go!"
One of the monks immediately knelt on the ground. He had no fighting spirit and did not dare to resist.
Unfortunately, the purple sword was ruthless and instantly penetrated the man's neck, killing him.
Zhuo Wen knew very well that since these two people were from the Youhuan Sect, letting them go back must have been a tip-off, so it would be better to deal with them completely here.
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, the other monk roared, took out a sword-shaped artifact, and launched a desperate resistance.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen discovered that the monk's attack method mainly used his divine consciousness to activate the divine sword, and the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword was specifically designed to kill the divine consciousness.
So Zhuo Wen slashed with his sword, and the divine sword controlled by the monk suddenly swayed and almost fell to the ground, and his consciousness was swallowed by the influence of the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword.
It was at such a pause that the edge of the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword turned and cut off the man's head.
After killing these two people, Zhuo Wen slowly turned his head and looked at the more than 20 monks who followed him from the tunnel to receive the sky stone. He said calmly: "You have taken my light and entered the heaven stone."
, but the bad guy complained first, do you think I’m easy to bully?”
Plop!
Plop!
…
As soon as Zhuo Wen finished speaking, the more than 20 monks in front of him all knelt on the ground. They were trembling all over, breaking out in cold sweat, and did not dare to look directly at Zhuo Wen.
"Sir! Please spare us, we... we will never do it again, please spare us."
Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, and although his heart was filled with murderous intent, he did not take action.
These monks are not members of the Netherworld Sect, they are just ordinary cultivators. Although the behavior they just showed was extremely despicable, it is not worthy of death.
"Brother Mo, it seems I didn't let you go!"
Zhuo Wen suddenly spoke loudly, and behind him, Mo Ziyu, who had originally planned to take the old man away, froze, then kicked off his right foot and flew towards the front of the Sky Connecting Stone.
Far in front of the Jietian Stone, there is a gathering place of monks. Due to the distance, only the outline can be seen, but the monks here are all extraordinary, and their spiritual sense has already detected the gathering place in front of them.
Zhuo Wen stayed still and threw out the Purple Star River Divine Sword in his right hand. At the same time, he summoned the Thunder Fire Sword and chased the fleeing Mo Ziyu.
The Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword was extremely fast. Wherever it passed, the sky was filled with purple light, dyeing the entire sky a mysterious purple.
And Xiao Hei sat on the hilt of the Thunder Fire Sword, sneered, and swept towards the Mo Ziyu.
"Sir, you run away first, I will stop them!"
The old man next to Mo Ziyu showed determination, and immediately opened his mouth and spit out a spear.
A gun blasted out, and countless gun shadows formed a huge alien beast's head, which was swallowed towards the Purple Star River Divine Sword and the Thunder Fire Sword.
"You have such a big appetite that you actually want to block the two of us!"
Xiao Hei smiled and waved his little paw. The Thunder Fire Sword was bent at an incredible angle and spared the head of the strange beast in an instant.
When the old man reacted, the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword completely struck the gun shadow. The terrifying power forced the old man to fight with it.
"A low-grade true artifact?"
Mo Ziyu also noticed the stolen Thunder Fire Sword. When he found out that the Thunder Fire Sword was only a low-grade true artifact, his eyes showed a hint of disdain.
"Collect it from me!"
Mo Ziyu threw out a golden ring with his right hand. The golden ring kept spinning, and a swallowing power surged out of it.
"It's rubbish. It's just a mid-grade true artifact. How dare you show it off in front of me? Xiaohuozi, smash this piece of junk!"
Xiao Hei sneered mercilessly, and then summoned the Ultimate Fire Sword.
As soon as the Jidao Fire Sword appeared, the surrounding temperature became extremely terrifying, and even the ground, which was as solid as iron, had a tendency to melt.
The Jidao Fire Sword struck the golden ring, and with a clang sound, all the golden rings shattered.
Before Mo Ziyu could even react, a flash of blood penetrated his Dantian.
Poof!
Mo Ziyu fell to the ground, blood streaming from his abdomen. He stared at the bloody light not far away, and then realized that the bloody light was actually a bloody sword.
"Master Long, how is Xiaoxuezi doing?"
The Blood Immortal walked up to the Thunder Fire Sword, patted Xiao Hei's back diligently, rubbed his legs, and said with a flattering smile.
Xiao Hei crossed his legs, nodded, and said: "Yes, yes, you are quite smart. Next time I have a chance, I will upgrade you to a mid-level true artifact."
The blood fairy's spirit was shaken, and he became more and more attentive. At the same time, he looked at the Jidao Fire Sword floating blankly on one side, and his heart was full of pride.
"This Ji Dao Fire Sword is indeed powerful, but it has no humanity at all, and it doesn't know how to sway, so it will always be a thug." The Blood Immortal thought in his heart.
Although the Blood Immortal was extremely afraid of the Jidao Fire Sword, and even feared that the Jidao Fire Sword would threaten its position as the number one sword slave, however, after some contact, the Blood Immortal discovered that the weapon spirit of the Jidao Fire Sword was like a child.
He is extremely childish and likes to lose his temper, which often makes Mr. Long angry.
Therefore, the Blood Immortal can rest assured that this Jidao Fire Sword will compete with it for favor. At least now, Lord Long still values it more.
Of course, the Blood Immortal also has a sense of crisis. The Ji Dao Fire Sword is too powerful, and Xiao Hei, who has inherited the Thunder Fire Sword, is even more unfathomable. In addition, Zhuo Wen, who possesses the body-devouring sword, makes him unable to see through it.
The Blood Fairy knows that if he cannot catch up with the pace of these people, he may be eliminated. So he must continue to improve, after all, the few next to him are all perverts!
Xiao Hei controlled the Thunder Fire Sword, carried Mo Ziyu, whose Dantian had been destroyed, and returned to Zhuo Wen.
As for the old man, he was killed by Xiao Hei with a single blow of the Ji Dao Fire Sword.
Seeing the miserable condition of Mo Ziyu and the old man, many monks present were trembling with fear, fearful that Zhuo Wen would kill them too.
Plop!
Xiao Hei threw Mo Ziyu in front of Zhuo Wen and said, "Boy, let you handle this guy!"
After saying that, Xiao Hei entered the spiritual ring with the Blood Immortal Sword and the Extreme Fire Sword.
"What do you want to do?" Mo Ziyu looked at Zhuo Wendao timidly.
Zhuo Wen grabbed Mo Ziyu's spiritual ring, and then swept his spiritual consciousness randomly through his spiritual ring, his face suddenly darkened.
""The Great Method of Collecting and Replenishing Yuanyin"? Isn't this a secret method that can quickly improve the state of a virgin woman by collecting her Yuanyin?"
Zhuo Wen took out a jade slip and waved it in front of Mo Ziyu. At the same time, he also found several large boxes from Mo Ziyu's spiritual ring. These large boxes contained not sacred stones, but various kinds of stones.
women's mattress.
There is no doubt that Mo Ziyu should have taken these mattresses from the women he harmed and collected them as his own treasures.
Mo Ziyu's face turned pale, and the more than twenty monks kneeling on the ground all turned pale.
They knew that they had misunderstood before. It was not Zhuo Wen who killed the three old men in black robes and brutally snatched away the young female cultivator Han Han Yuanyin, but Mo Ziyu in front of them.
Knowing people but not knowing their hearts, they didn't expect that Mo Ziyu was actually a well-dressed beast. On the surface, he looked well-dressed and a handsome young man, but they didn't expect that he was actually a licentious person and practiced such harmful techniques.
Think about Zhuo Wen again. He killed the black-armored monks, but he was actually helping them enter the Heaven-Connecting Stone in disguise.
But instead of saying a word about their feelings, they even teased and insulted Zhuo Wen. What was even more outrageous was that they asked the bald man to kill Zhuo Wen. Thinking of this, these people were too ashamed to raise their heads.
"This young master, we are ignorant of the truth. We doubt you, young master, without asking the reason! All the mistakes everyone made today should be blamed on me!"
A man with a simple and honest face suddenly stood up, took out a big knife and cut off his right hand very decisively without blinking an eye.
Zhuo Wen looked at this man and nodded secretly in his heart. This man was the only monk among the twenty or so people who did not criticize him.
Now, when facing Zhuo Wen's crusade, this person stood up first and took full responsibility alone, which made Zhuo Wen have a good impression of this life.
"Go away. Since someone has taken the responsibility for you, I won't hold you accountable today." Zhuo Wen said to the others.
"Thank you, sir!"
More than twenty monks thanked Zhuo Wen one after another, and then left the place one after another.
Zhuo Wen's mouth was filled with a sneer. It was obviously the honest man interceding for them, but instead of thanking the man, these people thanked him.