The first thousand two hundred and eighty-first chapters
Whoosh!
In an instant, Zhuo Wen swept out of the lobby and landed in front of Fan Yang's body hanging on a wooden stake in the middle of the street.
"What do you want to do? Dare to stop our Youhuan Sect from doing what we do?"
The four black-armored monks who were guarding the wooden pile shouted sharply. Unfortunately, as soon as they finished speaking, their whole bodies exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Three of them died directly, and the other one spit out a mouthful of blood and hit the shop behind heavily, almost unconscious.
All the people watching around took a breath. They looked at all this blankly, secretly thinking that this man was a lunatic. He actually killed people from the Youhuan Sect with just one move. Aren't they afraid of the Youhuan Sect's revenge?
Zhuo Wen cut off the wooden stakes, hugged Fan Yang's body, and then took out pieces of sacred stones from the spiritual ring, and used powerful divine power to assemble them into a crystal clear coffin.
"This guy is so rich, he actually used the sacred stone to make a coffin..."
Everyone was shocked again, and some even showed greed in their eyes. However, after looking at the fate of the four black-armored monks, the greed in their eyes was quickly hidden.
After putting away Fan Yang's body, Zhuo Wen used his powerful spiritual consciousness to control the coffin to float beside him. Then he grabbed the black-armored monk who had crashed into the shop and said calmly: "Take me to the Fantasy Building..."
The black-armored monk's mind was in a state of confusion. It was not until Zhuo Wen poured into the black-armored monk's soul with his powerful consciousness that he was completely awakened.
"you you……"
The black-armored monk sat down on the ground, his pupils shrunk to the size of needles, and he looked at Zhuo Wen in disbelief. Especially when he saw the three companions who had exploded into blood mist, he was trembling both physically and mentally.
"Take me to Youhuan Tower!" Zhuo Wen asked again.
The black-armored monk's heart trembled, and he rolled and crawled away, while Zhuo Wen silently followed behind him.
The many monks who were watching on the street looked at each other in confusion, followed behind, and started talking among themselves.
Although Zhuo Wen in front of him looks very simple, his aura is just like that of a true god. How can he be so arrogant and arrogant that he dares to go to the Youhuan Building alone?
Ren Yongan frowned slightly, sighed in his heart, and followed the crowd silently.
He has already advised Zhuo Wen, but since he doesn't listen, why should he bother with his hot face and cold butt?
After a while, the black-armored monk came to Youhuan Tower in a mess. At this moment, two guards were standing in front of the door of Youhuan Tower.
"Save me, someone is killing me, a disciple of the Netherworld Sect!"
As if seeing hope, the black-armored monk roared and ran towards the two guards in front of the gate of Youhuan Tower.
Unfortunately, the black-armored monk did not run long before a ray of purple light passed through the back of his head, and his forehead exploded and he died completely.
The two guards in front of the gate of Youhuan Tower trembled and looked at Zhuo Wen who was striding behind with a coffin in his eyes.
"What a brave bitch, how dare you kill people in our Youhuan Building!"
The two guards shouted angrily, and each launched their own artifacts and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.
Unfortunately, just as the two guards' spiritual consciousness was released, the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword was thrown by Zhuo Wen, and all their spiritual consciousness was cut off.
The two guards felt a pain in their souls and trembled all over. The Purple Star River Divine Sword turned into a stream of light and annihilated the two of them.
After killing the two guards, Zhuo Wen came to the door of the Phantom Tower and found that there was an extremely powerful formation restriction on the surface of the Phantom Tower.
The formation restriction of Youhuan Tower is not weaker than that of Lingxiao Pavilion, and it is more than enough to block the attacks of ordinary three-disaster true gods.
Zhuo Wen held the Purple Star River Divine Sword and slashed out four swords. Each sword was sharper than the last. He quickly used the first four styles of the "Destroying Swordsmanship" to pierce the thorns. The sword light first appeared, like the sun in the sky and the moon in the moon.
The Four Great Sword Moves.
The four great swords came together and hit the restriction heavily, making an earth-shattering sound.
Click!
After the violent shaking, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the formation restriction of Youhuan Building, and the cracks continued to spread, and finally collapsed inch by inch.
In an instant, the entire monks in the Youhuan Building were alarmed.
"You actually broke through the defensive formation of Youhuan Tower so easily?" Among the crowd, Ren Yongan looked at this scene with some dullness.
Not only Ren Yongan, but also many monks watching fell into silence. They obviously did not expect Zhuo Wen to be so perverted.
Deep inside the Youhuan Building, Miao Xuan made a pot of tea for a middle-aged man with a cold expression in awe.
The middle-aged man picked up the tea meticulously, took a sip, and said calmly: "Miao Xuan, I heard that an arrogant newcomer came to Jie Tianshi, and as soon as he came, he killed the guards arranged by our Youhuan Sect outside the black hole tunnel.
, after exiting the tunnel, you also killed the monks who were responding to our Youhuan Tower?"
Miao Xuan's posture was very low. The middle-aged man in front of him had a very high background. He was Cao Xuan'an who had just arrived to pick up the Sky Stone. Although he was both a true god of two disasters, he was a strong man who had survived sixteen fires.
In the True God stage, surviving the catastrophe is divided into three stages, and the strength will undergo a transformation every five catastrophes.
The difference between the two-disaster true god who has experienced five fires, ten fires and fifteen or more fires is huge, because the two-disaster true god who has experienced fifteen fires can easily destroy the ordinary three-disaster true god.
It's a very terrifying existence.
Miao Xuan survived twelve fires and was indeed strong enough, but compared with the middle-aged man Cao Xuanan in front of him, the gap was not even one point or two.
"Master Cao, there is indeed such a person. This new person is extremely arrogant. I closed the door of the gathering place tightly to block the arrogant new person from the door, but Ren Yongan from Lingxiao Pavilion actually argued with me and let the new person in.
, and invite him into Lingxiao Pavilion." Miao Xuan said unhappily.
Cao Xuan'an slowly picked up the tea, took a sip, and said: "The Lingxiao Sect has a bad relationship with our Youhuan Sect. Besides, the newcomer also killed several members of our Youhuan Sect. He must be very strong. As long as Ren Yongan has some brains,
, will definitely win over the newcomer."
Having said this, Cao Xuan'an's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said: "It's just that this newcomer shouldn't be killed at all. He just shouldn't kill a member of our Youhuan Sect. Since he kills him, he must bear the wrath of our Youhuan Sect."
"Since I met him today, I will not sit idly by and ignore him. I will definitely kill him!"
Miao Xuan nodded and said: "Master Cao, do you want to report this matter to the sect?"
Cao Xuan'an said calmly: "It's just a trivial matter, why do you still need to trouble the sect? If you can't handle this trivial matter well, is it possible that you will still want to make money here in the future?"
Miao Xuan was obedient and quickly said yes.
"You said yesterday that you could force the newcomer to leave Lingxiao Pavilion. Does that method really work?" Cao Xuan'an asked suddenly while stroking his teacup.
Miao Xuan said quickly: "Don't worry, Master Cao. Fan Yang seems to be the newcomer's friend. If the newcomer still has some conscience, I think the newcomer will go out and save Fan Yang."
Cao Xuan'an nodded, and just when he was about to speak, the entire Youhuan Building began to tremble violently.
"What's going on? Someone is attacking Youhuan Tower!"
Miao Xuan was shocked and angry. He was the person in charge of Youhuan Building and knew that this was a sign that the protective formation of Youhuan Building was attacked.
"Let's go out and take a look!"
Cao Xuan'an stood up with a gloomy face and rushed towards Youhuan Tower, while Miao Xuan followed closely behind him.
At this moment, outside the Youhuan Building, Zhuo Wen had completely shattered the protective formation of the Youhuan Building. Many monks who originally lived in the Youhuan Building were alarmed and rushed out of the Youhuan Building, looking at it with shock and anger.
Written by Zhuo Wen.
Youhuan Tower, Lingxiao Pavilion and Tianmo Island all have airships to pick them up from the Jietian Stone, so there are naturally many monks living here.
Now that Zhuo Wen has made such a big noise in front of Youhuan Tower, the monks living inside are naturally furious.
"Who are you? You dare to attack Youhuan Tower. You are simply seeking death!"
A fat man was furious, picked up a big knife, and struck Zhuo Wen. It was obvious that this man was impatient.
The other monks living in Youhuan Tower are not so impulsive. Although Zhuo Wen's aura is not strong, those who can break through the formation of Youhuan Tower are probably not ordinary people.
Zhuo Wen glanced at the fat man indifferently, easily dodging the man's blow, and then hit the man's back hard with the palm of his right hand.
"Ouch!"
The obese man screamed and was directly hit to the ground by a palm. His whole body twitched. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
Seeing the obese man being knocked down so easily, the other residents of Youhuan Building who were about to make a move stopped and showed fear in their eyes.
"I'll give you a chance. All residents who have nothing to do with Youhuan Building will get out of here. From today on, I, Long Wen, will destroy Youhuan Building." Zhuo Wen said calmly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone around was in an uproar. The residents who had left the Youhuan Building looked at each other in shock, especially when they saw the fat man who was simply beaten to the ground by Zhuo Wen, and left the Youhuan Building one after another.
Although they didn't think this person could demolish the Youhuan Tower, any conflict between the two would always affect them, so they didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs.
Whizzing!
From the depths of Youhuan Building, two streaks of light swept out and finally stopped in front of Zhuo Wen.
"Who are you?" Cao Xuan'an frowned slightly and stared at Zhuo Wen coldly.
Miao Xuan narrowed his eyes and said to Cao Xuan'an: "Master Cao, this person is the arrogant newcomer. I didn't expect that this guy dared to attack our Youhuan Tower. He simply doesn't know how to live or die!"
Cao Xuan'an glanced at Fan Yang who was in the coffin next to Zhuo Wen, and nodded slightly. He knew that Fan Yang was the monk who Miao Xuan captured and tortured and killed yesterday.
"Which one of you killed Fan Yang?" Zhuo Wen looked at Cao Xuan'an and Miao Xuan with murderous intent.
Miao Xuan sneered and said: "The guy I killed, when I tortured him yesterday to extract a confession, this guy was very tough and refused to tell you your real name. Even when we wanted to search for his soul, this guy actually said
The self-destructive soul is a tough guy!"
At this point, Miao Xuan deliberately smashed his mouth, and at the same time continued: "What a pity, what if he destroyed his soul? His body is still in my hands. As long as his body is there, I don't believe it.
You are still a coward in Lingxiao Pavilion..."
Before Miao Xuan finished speaking, a strong wind roared over and slapped Miao Xuan hard on the right side of his face.
Snapped!
A crisp slap sounded, and then Miao Xuan hit his head on the ground, his right cheek swelled, and several teeth came out.
Miao Xuan was confused. He looked forward and found that Zhuo Wen in white was still standing there, with the coffin floating next to him.
But who hit him just now?
When Miao Xuan was looking for the culprit, Zhuo Wen, dressed in black, stepped on his chest and trampled him with terrifying force, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood involuntarily.